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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
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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?
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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.
Grant Wood, “Stone City, Iowa,” 1932
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”
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…)
117 words
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
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Albrecht Dürer, Hands
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
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Unity Mitford, November 9, 1937
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…)
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“The source of all life and knowledge is in man and woman, and the source of all living is in the interchange and the meeting and mingling of these two: man-life and woman-life, man-knowledge and woman-knowledge, man-being and woman-being.” — D. H. Lawrence, letter written June 1914.[1] (more…)
255 words
More’s The Pity, Enoch Powell
“Another thing is no matter how much you think you love somebody, you’ll step back when the pool of their blood edges up too close.” — Chuck Palahniuk (more…)
1,420 words
There’s a lot of despair lately. The folk — as a genetically identifiable people — is endangered. Our folkways are all but lost. (more…)
Jonathan Bowden, "Shy Titan"
Jonathan Bowden, "Shy Titan"
158 words
It doesn’t make any difference, how
You died, or when. It’s enough that you’re dead
And that we cannot ever hear you now
Except in memories. You’ve gone ahead—
While we stay here. We must not mourn, must find
Instead, in the words that you left to us—
“The glory of our tribe is not behind
us, we can be great again.” – what we must
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1,853 words
National-Anarchism: A Reader
Ed. Troy Southgate
London: Black Front Press, 2012
“That which is falling, should also be pushed” — Nietzsche, as quoted by Troy Southgate
