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“The hereditary make-up of a people can’t be destroyed by external experiences. In the long run, it will prevail.”
— Rudolf Hess, letter
We shall prevail ultimately. No dread
Future will blight our kind. We’ll rise instead
As we’ve always risen, as we always
Will no matter how long or rough the days
We spend between now and then. We have bled
But we have not broken, we have not shed (more…)
2,145 words
Andy Nowicki
Heart Killer
Chicago: Hopeless Books, 2014
I would not like to be in a room with any character from Andy Nowicki’s latest novel Heart Killer. Then again, I really wouldn’t know it if I were. Andy Nowicki has written a novel about evil within, about depravity within, about horror within.
113 words
For Savitri Devi
Defeated? No, not defeated, not yet,
Not ever. I am not going to forget,
I am not willing to forgive, I am
Not inclined to pretend that any damn
Thing has changed except time. Which I regret,
But I can do nothing about time. Let
It pass, let it roll on, it’s not a threat
To me. I consider that boogeyman
Defeated. No,
(more…)
438 words
I’ll Have No Winding Sheet
Great War 1914
I’ll have no winding sheet. No head stone. This
Mud will be my coffin and my grave. No
Mourners. No funeral wreath. Just some whiz
Bangs, broken duck boards, spattered blood. And so
I sink. My helmet is my pillow. My
Comrades’ bones have made my casket. This place
Is my marker. (more…)
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Here, half hidden in the meadow grass, stones
Still circle something that they’ve circled for
A thousand years or so. There’s no old bones
Here, no buried cache of golden crowns or
Ancient jewels—only these rocks, nothing more
Than them. Still, they hold something in their midst,
In the ground of the circle itself, clear
As the space and as unknown. What is it? (more…)
Unity Mitford, November 9, 1937
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“On September 3, 1939, the day of England’s declaration of war against Germany, Unity Mitford sat down upon a bench in a Munich park and put a bullet through her temple. The suicide attempt failed . . .”1
Tall willows shade the paths which wind between
The flower beds and grassy plots where you
Often walked. You spoke of what would happen
Should Germany and England decide to
Embark on war: (more…)
2,268 words
Paul Christensen
The Hungry Wolves of Van Diemen’s Land
CreateSpace, 2014 (book)
Amazon Kindle, 2014 (E-book)
“Whisper fairy stories till they’re real.”—Vashti Bunyan
“. . . hope till hope creates
From its own wreck the thing it contemplates”—Shelley (more…)
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We All Fall Down
We all fall down. But some of us get back
Up. That’s the rub, isn’t it — that getting
Back up, because falling stops the attack
And laying down there makes sure the letting
Up continues. But to get back up, to
Stand up once we’ve hit that floor when we know
That if we just don’t move, (more…)
Anthony Van Dyck, Self Portrait With a Sunflower, after 1633
440 words
Self Portrait
I am ancient folkways dispossessed, I
Am nations ruined, I am tradition
Shattered, I am lost cause. I occupy
No locale that my ancestors sprung from,
I am immigration, I am the free
Passage out, (more…)
1,737 words
Mjolnir Magazine for the Creative Arts
Issue 1: Blast Off
David Yorkshire, editor
www.mjolnir-magazine.com
“Leftism is the lie writ large. In any case, the right knows that equality itself is a fabrication and can only be achieved and maintained by holding back those who strive for excellence. The opposite of equality is quality. So it is with art. Quality is known instinctively: go into any art gallery and answer honestly which you prefer, Ian Davenport or J. M. W. Turner. (more…)
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“That which is not explicitly for our
people inevitably turns against
our people with time.”
— Gregory Hood
“That which is not explicitly for our
People inevitably turns against
Our people with time.” Without guilt, or angst,
Or dark hand-wringing, (more…)
Cornelis Norbertus Gysbrechts, “Quodlibet,” 1675
124 words
This is for you, although you might not get
It. There’s going to be a lot of time
Between right now, when I am writing it
And when I hope you get to read it. I’m
Praying that if you don’t get to, it’s just
Because it’s been lost, not that we lost in
The end. I refuse to think that we must
Have not made it, that you don’t exist when
You ought to. We are fighting desperately
Right now, (more…)
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The whole problem with the world is that fools and fanatics are always so certain of themselves, and wiser people so full of doubts. — Bertrand Russell
And what if we are wrong after all? (more…)
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So you think we’re done? That there’s nothing left
Inside us now? No greatness? No strength? No
Heart? No anything? You think we were so
Horribly stricken that we are bereft
Even of recovery? Think again.
Inside of each of us lies a wolf in wait,
Lies a sleeping king, lies a soul so straight
Sighted and sound hearted that nothing — pain
(more…)
2,703 words
Andy Nowicki
Lost Violent Souls
San Francisco: Counter-Currents, 2013
Hail Mary, full of grace.
The Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou amongst women,
And blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary, Mother of God,
Pray for us sinners,
Now and at the hour of our death. (more…)
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Appear. Appear, who cares how, appear.
We are the last of those who wait for you —
Out of those who waited for you — each year
The numbers lessening, down to we few.
But, be that as it may, we are here.
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“From a commercial point of view, if Christmas did not exist it would be necessary to invent it.” –Katharine Whitehorn
As with all things that matter in this Dark Age, the essence of our ancient holidays—our ancient holy days—has been superseded by the contemporary image of the holidays. (more…)
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I should forgive you, I know it, but I
Can’t do it. I can’t forgive you. Still, why
Do I feel guilty? You destroyed our past,
You ruined our future, (you were the last
Ones who had a future worth having, by
The way, thanks for leaving us high and dry
Thanks for not paying attention, thanks guys
For the world we’ve got now, it’s such a blast).
I should forgive . . . (more…)
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“The highest use of capital is not to make more money but to make money do more for the betterment of life.”— Henry Ford
Contribution to a great cause ennobles. (more…)
3,750 words
The following is my interview with Juleigh Howard-Hobson, whose new book of poems, “I do not belong to the Baader-Meinhof Group” and Other Poems, is now available from Counter-Currents. My questions are in italics; Juleigh’s answers follow.
As a poet, you have achieved significant success, both inside and outside of “the movement.” (more…)
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John Collier, “Priestess of Delphi,” 1891
Evening holds narrow clouds, shot through with bright
Bloody holy red. No trees. No birds. No
Great mountains break the hemorrhaging light
Of this dying sun’s twilight overflow.
Just the dark unmoving clouds. What a shame
That such pure majesty—brilliant scarlet
Rays emerging through their somber band (flame
Through smoke, spark through stone)—occurs. Most forget
That it exists and never glance up toward
The splendor of cloud hung sunsets, they search
For lesser lights—traffic ahead, a store
That sells fast food, cell phone screens. They lurch
And crawl within their dim lit view of earth
And think their lives are centered on their birth. (more…)
2,031 words
John Young
A Springless Autumn
Raleigh, NC: Western Culture Institute, 2012
John Young, the author of A Springless Autumn, is on the board of directors of European Americans United, a group which defines itself as “an organization dedicated to the preservation and exaltation of classical European values.” He is also a writer for EAU—many of the articles on the EAU website are his, (more…)
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We were wondering . . .
We were wondering about your . . . well, we’re
not completely certain . . . but we think that
you should leave us . . . not that we want to smear
you or mistakenly accuse you . . . what
we want is that you leave us . . . understand
please our position . . . we do have a certain
reputation . . . you cannot take a stand
(more…)
360 words
In Hollow Hills
Until the world turns black upon the hill
The sleepers wait, within. The time must be
Right. Two ravens must fly. A horn blown, shrill
And high from within, must be heard. So we
Wait, like the wild hunter himself. We must wait
For the signs and sigils of impending
Days. For is not our destiny, our fate,
Linked with the hidden ones and with their king?
(more…)
2,147 words
Andy Nowicki
Heart Killer
London: ER Books, 2012
www.erbooks.com
I would not like to be in a room with any character from Andy Nowicki’s latest novel Heart Killer. Then again, I really wouldn’t know it if I were. Andy Nowicki has written a novel about evil within, about depravity within, about horror within.
1,399 words
Grant Wood, “Stone City, Iowa,” 1932
The other night, while at a barn sale/estate sale of old things left behind by examples of Western Civilization’s last purely self-contained generation, the lights went out. An electrical substation blew a mile or so away, and right there in the middle of the bidding on a box of blue and white English-made transfer-ware darkness descended. (more…)
George Frederic Watts, “Sir Galahad”
104 words
And what if, in fact, he already came
Again, that once and future king of ours
But we didn’t recognize him? No shame
In that, of course, how could we know? Arthur’s
A common enough name. And, he
Might have appeared, but named as someone else,
When we were pre-occupied. Wars. Plagues. We
Couldn’t predict when his rebirth should’ve
Occurred — or which exact emergency
Would summon him. (more…)
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Our holy sun shouldn’t shine anymore.
There is nothing left to grow beneath now.
All is gone, blasted, shot, burnt. All our pure
Beauty, our sure truths, lost. We endure. How
And why are beyond us, we simply live.
What else is there for us to do? We are
Not dead though all we love is dead. Forgive
Us for not rejoicing in the warm air,
For not embracing the light we once rose
To salute. It is too late for more dawns,
We do not care to see new days. Gallows
(more…)
Albrecht Dürer, Hands
116 words
Oh my god I saw him, he looked to be
A million. He looked so badly broken,
So motionless and silent. Please tell me
What happened. He used to be well spoken
Of when the party was in favor. I
Don’t recall the reason, or if there
Even was one, for him being any
(more…)
Unity Mitford, November 9, 1937
174 words
“On September 3, 1939, the day of England’s declaration of war against Germany, Unity Mitford sat down upon a bench in a Munich park and put a bullet through her temple. The suicide attempt failed . . .”1
Tall willows shade the paths which wind between
The flower beds and grassy plots where you
Often walked. You spoke of what would happen
Should Germany and England decide to
Embark on war: (more…)
