Author: Juleigh Howard-Hobson

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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

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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…)

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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…)

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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…)

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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…)