Whatever is destroyed, the act of destruction does not vary much. Beauty if vapour from the pit of death. –J.A. Baker In the first case, let us be quite plain: regardless of how this present crisis plays out, we should not mourn the death of the old world. The death of one world is … More Time Drops in Decay
And God stands winding His lonely horn, And time and the world are ever in flight; And love is less kind than the grey twilight, And hope is less dear than the dew of the morn. — W.B. Yeats Meandering among the heather and gorse, the late John Moriarty perceived the resonant vibrancy of the … More The Beauty of Inscape Unknown
This review originally appeared in Black Seed 6, Spring 2018 “We seem to move on a thin crust which may at any moment be rent by the subterranean forces slumbering below.” “From time immemorial the mistletoe has been the object of superstitious veneration in Europe.” —James Frazer Voy os pinos. I go to the pines. … More Night through Dreams: Sangre de Muerdago—Noite
I Saw the Man. His figure reached from earth to heaven and was clad in a purple mantle. He stood deep in foliage and flowers and his head, on which was the head-band of an initiate, seemed to disappear mysteriously in infinity. Before him on a cube-shaped altar were four symbols of magic — the sceptre, the cup, the sword and the pentacle. His right hand pointed to heaven, his left … More Destruction Perfects that which is Good
Opening the Seals
The Anima of Disintegration
“A hill there is,” answered she, “not far away from here, where elves have their haunt. Now get you the bull that Cormac killed, and redden the outer side of the hill with its blood, and make a feast for the elves with its flesh. Then thou wilt be healed.” —Cormac’s Saga The crops have … More Happy Alfablot!
“This dew-like life will fade away”—Dogen “Truly, to be whole is to return”—Daodejing The only truth that exists is found deep in the forest, When the rush of the stream, swollen with spring rain, Drowns out the noise of the mind and the human world beyond. The proud, defiant self melts into oblivion, In … More The Dreamlike Realm
A dollar a month would go a long way to ensuring that I can regularly produce new content! Thanks to all my supporters. https://www.patreon.com/runewhisper “Hu seo þrag gewat genap under nihthelm, swa heo no wære. How that time has passed away dark under the cover of night as if it had never been.”
Observing the wreckage of the Second World War from his high tower on the Californian coast, Robinson Jeffers wrote, “Look, you grey stones: Civilization is sick: stand awhile and be quiet and drink the sea-wind, you will survive civilization.” Jeffers adamantly opposed American involvement in the Second World War and the poems he wrote during … More “You Will See Monsters”
