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Rust Belt Hotel as Metaphor for America
It’s abandoned, it’s been abandoned for
About half a century now. Once it
Was impressive — vaulted ceilings, tall
Windows surrounded by a polished floor
Of marble, an art deco lobby . . . Bit
By bit, though, it all fell apart. Wall
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“We must always possess the character of the true revolutionary. It is not the character that you observe in the little men of the old parties, blown hither and thither by every gust of convenience opinion, elated by a little success, downcast by a little failure, gossiping and chattering about the prospects of the next five minutes, jostling for place, but not so forward in service. Without loyalty, endurance, or staying power, such a character is the hallmark of financial democratic politics. (more…)
Michael Triegel, Deus Absconditus, 2013 (detail)
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We Are Alone
for Chris Telford
We are alone. Nature, the Old Gods, our
Beloved Ancestors have left us far
Behind and far below. Get used to it,
Folks. We’re on our own. Deal with it. Commit
Yourself to this and to the folk that you’re
Part of, here and now. No more ancestors
But ones we ourselves might become before
We pass the bright torch we received unlit.
We are alone. (more…)
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Ninety per cent of men (and women) are both lazy and cowardly, and out of sheer moral and intellectual apathy they behave just as circumstances suggest.
—Savitri Devi
There is nothing quite so regrettable
As a life lived unchallenged by itself–
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Tony Blair with Corporal Gordon Pritchard (far right) of the Royal Scots Dragoons in Basra, Iraq. This photo was taken a month before Pritchard, a father of three, was killed in action.
Rupert Brooke’s “The Soldier,” Updated for Modern Use
Now that I’m dead, think only this of me:
At least one corner of an English field
will be forever England. There shall be
in that small plot a deeper plot concealed;
a plot which England fell for unaware: (more…)
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You There to the Left of Me
Your world is rotten, but even more than
That, it’s hypocritical, it doesn’t
Consider its rottenness as rotten
Because it’s as willfully blind as it’s bent
(And by bent I meant crooked, and I meant
Corrupted, too). I hate everyone of
You, every so-called liberal thinker wont to
Repeat popular mantras like “One love”
(As if you wrote it yourself, as if you
Were original, as if it was true (more…)
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I am not worried about my name being added to any blacklist, dox-list, out-list, or whatever other lists that exist out there with the express Leftist-liberal purpose of naming names, (more…)
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White People Sonnet*
“My pale hands on her pale skin. We shattered
Cigarettes” . . . in the dusk, fingers shaking (more…)
Paul Nash, “We Are Making a New World,” 1918
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November 24, 1916
Author’s Note:
A sestina written for all of our folk who were duped into being part of that first war to end all wars, that brother-killing-brother war, that beginning of our end.
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Remnants of a Season: The Collected Poems of Robert N. Taylor
Edited by Joshua Buckley and Michael Moynihan
Waterbury, Vt./North Augusta, S.C.: Dominion/Ultra, 2016
Beauty given physical substance is a magical thing. Robert Taylor’s poetical retrospective, Remnants of a Season, is as magical as they come. (more…)
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Paul Christensen’s novels, The Hungry Wolves of Van Diemen’s Land (2014), The Heretic Emperor (2015), and Reveries of the Dreamking (2016), form the Wolves of Joy trilogy — three novels that take place in the immediate past, the present, and the future in a world shaped by global-scaled factions and conspiracies, yet still containing glimpses of individual idealism and moments of hope. I’ve reviewed the first two here and here, and I still consider The Hungry Wolves of Van Diemen’s Land to be the number one essential novel for recommending to millennial nationalists (and potential nationalists). (more…)
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Agent Provocateur
Courage? Beware of those who show no fear,
Those who do not grow pale as dangers near,
Those seemingly valiant folk who do
Not share in anxious concerns with you:
There is something wrong with them. They appear
Unconquerable, yes, but to be here
At this time and not be scared? That’s not true
Courage. Beware. (more…)
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Christina Finlayson Taylor
Villanelles and Varia: Selected Poems 2004-2010
(revised and expanded edition)
West Union, West Virginia: The Red Salon, 2016
Contemporary poetry books are one of two sorts: they are part of the mass media po-biz machine, soaked in processed agenda and dripping with carefully honed correct thought . . . or they are not. Either way, very few of them are actually what you would describe as delightful. (more…)
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El/Ella
“. . . the dance of Him and Her seeking and losing each other throughout infinity . . .” — Miguel Serrano
Always is a long time. Even so I
Can promise you that I will love you for
All of it — every second of it. (more…)
Luděk Marold (1865-1898), Allegory with a Woman
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We Must No Longer Wait For Heroes
There’s a certain school of thought that says that
Now that we’ve embraced diversity, we
Cannot be rid of it, no, no matter what
A hellish mistake it’s turned out to be
We must put up with it, endure it, take
It as a given for the rest of all
Eternity, or at least — for the sake
Of accuracy — until we shall fall,
Like all civilizations fall. (more…)
Vincent Van Gough, Peasant Woman Binding Sheaves, after Millet, 1889
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Women today are defined though the agencies of one non-desirable camp or the other. Frankly, the liberal and the oppressed camps are equally repellent. Either women “are” hairy-armpit-proud man-hating leftist-agenda queers who welcome diversity, godless paganism (if you’ve ever been to a goddess circle you understand what I mean by godless) espousing only womyn-power focused gender politics — OR women “are” soft-headed Republican sweet cheeks who get their nails done, support our troops, knit hats for premature babies, eat too much chocolate once a month, and have no brains for real politics, (more…)
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Wandervogel . . . Nicht Mehr
Rhineland 1946
We are going to die here. Not soldiers but
Prisoners of war now, held where snow turned sleet
Hits down to our bones. The cold makes us shut
Our eyes against losing too much body heat.
We are the animals? We who live like
This: so frozen, so hungry every day
(more…)
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Surrender
Surrender? There is no surrendering
For us. It might look like it to you, but
Know that for us this is neverending,
This battle for the soul of the world. What
You think of us is of no concern to
Us, think us vanquished, or beaten, think that
We are no longer a threat to you who
Would place a boot upon on our necks. Catch at
(more…)
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Paul Waggener
On Magic: A No-Bullshit Primer on Working the Will
Lynchburg,Virginia: Operation Werewolf: 2015 (e book)
There are very few writings that deal with genuine magic in a straightforward way. Hocus-pocus, if you will, permeates every aspect of magical instruction—from the mainstream Law of Attraction books to Esoteric Runology tomes based upon initiatory occultism. (more…)
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Margaret Alice Murray
The Witch-Cult in Western Europe
Lisbon: Portuguese Institute of Higher Studies in Geopolitics and Auxiliary Sciences, 2015
Seeing as Halloween (Sam Hain, Winter Nights, call it what you will) is upon us, I feel that it is the perfect time to review a book that has been a standard[1] of the Craft since its original publication in 1921. There are — honestly — dozens of reprints of The Witch Cult in Western Europe out there. (more…)
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Paul Christensen
The Heretic Emperor
Charleston: CreateSpace, 2015
“To penetrate the mystery that was Maximillian Scarlotti, we have been forced to draw testimony from a wide disharmony of sources. After absorbing these discrepit portrayals, the reader will be better positioned to understand how disaster unfolded. Those who have ears, let them hear.”
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Lucem sequimur
“Until that day of awakening, it is up to us to keep faith” — Colin Jordan
And now the grey clouds come, and with them cold
Grey days followed by cold grey years. Our sun
Is gone. Our spirit, our people, our bold
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Peter Paul Rubens,
Satyr and Maid with Fruit Basket, 1615
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Φαυνος*
Nature clutches at shanks, rips tender skin,
Pulls and swipes and trips up the unwary
Who wander too deeply to find ways in
To places undiscovered. Thick burry
Weeds, brambled vines, branches hung with poison
Thorns, leaves that sting and stalks that cut across
Like whips all lie in patient wait for them
Who would explore the pathless woods because
(more…)
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The world won’t change for us; we have to force that change upon it. Changing the world isn’t for the weak of spirit—there is no time left for people who want to think about what needs to be done; there is no time left to sympathize and pat the hands of people who say “I’d love to, but . . .”; (more…)
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I don’t like your cities, your grey filthy
Sidewalks, your cold gritty air, your soulless
Buildings, your blank rootless people who dress
Like each other and do not care to be
Anywhere else but inside metro areas
Where they can buy Thai food at night as
A way to express freedom from dreary
Lack of sophistication. I don’t think
Haute cuisine comes at 3 AM, and I (more…)
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The Betrayed
England asked us and we answered. Without
A second thought. We had no fear, no doubt,
No worries; we were English, we would go,
We’d fight for her—for glory, not for show—
And for love of our own people, our stout
And sturdy race. Our folk is worth about (more…)
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The bend in the river was leafy and green with old trees that hung their thick branches out and over. The shadows were almost black at some parts on the banks, spreading gradually to grey green, then dappling away into nothing by the middle of the water. The sunlight sparkled gold and white on the dark waters. (more…)
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Mjolnir Magazine
Issue II: War
David Yorkshire, editor
www.mjolnir-magazine.com
“Mjolnir embraces the racial spirit of the children of Europa (more…)
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This is the first of a series of “dispatches from the front,” written to inspire and enlighten our folk about the reality of creating a white homeland in the Pacific Northwest right now. We don’t need to wait for revolution, uprising, or upheaval—we can do this now, peacefully, calmly, preparedly. I don’t claim to have all the answers. I am a stranger here myself. But I will share the process and point out what I can to those who are looking for the start of the path that will surely lead to a place of better advantage than those we leave behind. (more…)
