Intuit: The Center for Intuitive and Outsider Art.
Intuit: The Center for Intuitive and Outsider Art.
HENRY DARGER (1892-1973) was a reclusive hospital janitor and dishwasher who led a secret life as a prolific visual artist and epic novelist. His vast collection of creative work was discovered in 1972 when his two-room apartment in Chicago was cleared out shortly before he died. Over some 350 watercolor, pencil, collage and carbon-traced drawings, most of them stitched into three enormous 'albums', as well as seven typewritten hand-bound books, thousands of bundled sheets of typewritten text, and numerous journals, ledgers and scrapbooks were discovered.
Darger's unpublished 15,000-page typewritten fantasy novel, The Story of the Vivian Girls, in What Is Known as the Realms of the Unreal, of the Glandeco-Angelinian War Storm, Caused by the Child Slave Rebellion — or, for short, In the Realms of the Unreal — and its 8,500-page handwritten sequel of sorts, Further Adventures of the Vivian Girls in Chicago, were the sagas upon which he based several hundred panoramic 'illustrations', many of them double-sided and more than 9 feet in length
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Who will follow Angelinia, Standing for the right,
Holding up her banners, in the thickest fight,
Listening for her orders, ready to obey,
Who will follow Angelinia, Serving her today.
Follow Angelinia,
Who will follow Angelinia ?
Who will follow Angelinia, In wars horrid sway,
Marching with the masters, Giving them the praise,
Earnest in the battlefields Honoring her laws
Faithful to her councils, watchful for her cause
Follow Angelinia,
Who will follow Angelinia?
Chorus:
Who will follow Angelinia? Who will make reply?
I’m on the Lord’s side, master here am I,
Who will follow Angelinia? Who will make reply?
I’m on the Lord’s side, master here am I
Here am I … Here am I …
Who will follow Angelinia, On this work of love
Leading others through the fray, lifting clouds above
Courage faithful servant, In the fierce war we see
On our side forever, Will our savior be
Follow Angelinia,
Who will follow Angelinia?
Chorus:
Who will follow Angelinia? Who will make reply?
I’m on the Lord’s side, master here am I,
Who will follow Angelinia? Who will make reply?
I’m on the Lord’s side, master here am I
Here am I … Here am I …
Hark, hark my friend, cannon thunders are swelling
Over earths green fields and Oceans wave
beat shore
How terrible the truth, those fierce thunders are telling,
Of that battle where the enemy shall be no more….
Onward we go, for still we hear them thundering,
Soldiers come, for out leaders bid you come,
And through the dark, it echoes loudly ringing,
The results of battles lead us home
Far, far away, like the judgment at evening pealing
The voice of conflict sounds over land and sea,
And land vessels, by thousands swiftly sinking,
Fierce McWierther turn their dreary waves to thee.
Rest comes at last, though fight be long and dreary,
The day must dawn and darksome storm be past,
All conflicts end, with welcomes to the weary,
and McWhirther the nations true home,
Will come at last Angels of Jesus, Angels of light, Singing to welcome the fighters of the night.
Angels of Jesus, Angels of Light,
Waiting to welcome the christians of the Fight
Hark, hark my friend, cannon thunders are swelling…
Trying to attack on the hills of our savior
Always following our generals and King,
Shaping our lines vy their brave example,
Happy how happy the results that we bring…
Pressing more closely to them who is leading,
When we are forced to turn from the fray,
Trusting the armies that are strong to defend us,
Happy how happy our praises each day…
Marching in the steps of gentle vivian girls,
Footsteps of faithfulness, bravery and love,
Looking to Go for the victory freely
promised
Happy how happy our journey above.
Trying to march in the steps of the savior,
Onward still onward we’ll follow our guide,
When we shall see him, the King in his Beauty,
Happy how happy our place at this side…
Chorus:
How beautiful to march in the steps of the saviour,
Onward in the fight, Onward in the fight,
How beautiful to march in the steps of the saviour,
Led in paths of Light…
Hark tis the cannons roar I hear,
Out in the lands so dark and drear,
Destroying the foe who’ve gone astray,
Far from the main folds away.
Who’ll go and Storm their lines behind,
Help us the wandering slaves to
find,
Who’ll bring the lost ones to the fold,
Where they’ll be sheltered from the cold.
Out in the plains hear their cry,
Out in the mountains wild and High,
Hark this the battle cry for thee,
Go find the children where ever they be.
Chorus:
Bring them in. Bring them in.
Bring them in fron the fields of blood.
Bring them in. Bring them in.
Bring the wandering children to us.
Can a boy forget his mothers pa prayers,
When he has wandered, God knows where,
Its down the path of death and shame.
But Mothers prayers are heard the same.
Can a boy forget his mothers face
Whose
heart was kind and filled with grace,
Her Loving voice, it echoes sweet,
She waits, she longs her boy to meet.
Can a boy forget his mothers door
From which he wandered years before,
With tears and sighs she said goodbye,
Meet me my boy beyond the sky.
Can a boy forget that she is dead
Though many years have passed and fled,
There was that prayer, that sweet goodbye,
She waits to welcome thee on high.
Chorus :
Come back my boy come back I say
And walk now in thy mothers way.
Come back my boy, come back I say,
And walk now in thy mothers way….
We sigh for the child slaves, dread the pains of the new
Their raking sorrows are many, their joys are few
None are singing, none are dancing
Hearts breaking, none entrancing
Welcome the good soldiers and welcome the true
Daylight is unhappiness, their sad evening is near
Their sun of brightness has set, yet no stars shall appear
None are singing, none are dancing
All in sorrow, none entrancing
They wait for the dawn of a glad new year
And the trees of life shall wither, the sparks of life shall fall
Sorrow still should come and death will horribly call
All is alarming, all are in grieving
And the rebel hearts deceiving
And hope comforts all
This tale of war shall be
told and the thunder of cannon sung
The storming of rebel lines broken, their formation unstrung
The battles’ roar alarming, the horrors leave us grieving
Child slaves will feel joy when the rebels shall be flung
With child freedom coming, new tree spring from the old
And peaceful times blossoming leaves unfold
All will be cheering, all childish hearts gladdening
Vivian Wickey shall fall, when the rebellion goes down
The storm of war shall be over and the trees laden with fruits as of old
Blessed assurance, Glandelinia is mine,
Of what a foretaste of Glory devine.
Heir of nations purchased from god,
When nations in his spirit, are washed in blood.
Perfect submission, perfect delight,
Visions of rapture burst forth on my sight,
Armies advancing, bring yell far above,
Echoes of fury, lack of Love.
Perfect submission, all is lost,
To our foes, am happy and blest,
Watching and marching, and listening above,
Yells of their victory, lost in their love.
Chorus :
This is my story. This is my song.
Praising the Abbieannians all the day long,
This is my story, this is my song,
Praising the Abbieannians all the day long.
Our friends on earth we meet in sorrow
While swift the war storm rage,
Yet ever comes the sadness that we must say goodby.
How fearful is the thoughts that linger,
When loved ones cross deaths land,
That when the battles fury here are ended,
With them we’ll be at hand.
No parting words had ever been spoken
Amid that blinding storm of carnage,
But yells of fury and derision and rage,
Shall ever more be raged.
Chorus :
We’ll never say goodby in battle,
We’ll never say goodby,
For in that land of battle and storm,
We’ll never say goodby.
Scattering the fierce foeman by the way side,
Scattering human fiends by the hill side,
Scattering the foes of children o’er the fields wide,
Scattering fiends of
hell by the way…
Scattering the graycoats for the hoeing,
Scattering foemen with the freely sowing,
Scattering fiends surely knowing,
Surely the Lord will send us the reign…
Scattering the enemies fierce, doubting never,
Scattering hellish creatures trusting ever,
Sowing the cannon storm, with shell and endeavor,
Trusting the Lord for victory and for yield.
Chorus:
Mowing in the morning
Mowing at the noontime,
Mowing in the evening
Tearing the Glandelinian waves by the way.
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