Author: Juleigh Howard-Hobson
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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 -
“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…)
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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.
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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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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;
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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 meantCorrupted, 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
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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…) -
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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, 2016Beauty 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…)