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“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…)
255 words
“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…)
There’s a lot of despair lately. The folk — as a genetically identifiable people — is endangered. Our folkways are all but lost. (more…)
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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
(more…)
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Seven Poems by Juleigh Howard-Hobson
Featured poet, March 2012
The New Formalist
Edited by Leo Yankevich
http://theformalist.org/archives/1363
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
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“We lose 1000 WW II veterans every day. Take a moment to share your stories.” — Lt. Gov. David Dewhurst, tweet, June 6th, 2011
“In a time of universal deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act.” — George Orwell
John Matthews, with contributions from Caitlín Matthews
The Winter Solstice: The Sacred Traditions of Christmas
Wheaton, Il.: Theosophical Publishing House/Quest Books, 1998
The Winter Solstice is divided in two, like the day it celebrates, but instead of an even mix of dark and light, this book remains enlightening all the way through. (more…)
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We nurse old wounds. Slowly. Carefully. Some
Are so flimsy, they might fall apart from
Being examined too much, or too long,
By anyone but us. Still, most are strong,
Or strong enough. Each one of them’s become
A special thing, a poisoned point, a strum
Of nasty notes producing a thick hum
Of wretchedness and bile. We like that song.
We nurse old wounds (more…)
Christian Rätsch and Claudia Müller-Ebeling
Pagan Christmas: The Plants, Spirits, and Rituals at the Origins of Yuletide
Rochester, Vt.: Inner Traditions, 2003
Christmas—or Yule, to use the name originally given to this sacred time by our pre-Christian ancestors—is one of those times when I am particularly reminded of how much who we were still strongly influences who we are. (more…)
“We thank with brief thanksgiving
Whatever gods may be” — Algernon Charles Swinburne
“Our rural ancestors, with little blest,
Patient of labour when the end was rest,
Indulged the day that housed their annual grain,
With feasts and off’rings, and a thankful strain.” — Alexander Pope
Thanksgiving. Usually, as a heathen family, we don’t do much thanking on the last Thursday of November. (more…)
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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. (more…)
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“I have been accused of being a ‘black magician.’ No more foolish statement was ever made about me . . .”
—Aleister Crowley
I do not care too much for what other people say, and I do not care too much for what other people think of what some people say. Which is, I suppose, a rather roundabout manner of explaining why I have great admiration for Aleister Crowley as a poet despite what is said and what is thought about him, about his works, about his legacy, and about his life. (more…)
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You should have known there’s no need to search. Light
(Don’t confuse it with illumination)
Lies within. You should have known this birthright
Was, and always was, in your grasp. Each man
Contains his own black sun, his own dark flame
Of knowledge. There is no fruit that, grabbed
And bitten, releases any arcane
Stores of hidden wisdom. No much tabbed
Ancient text whose pages, thickly bound and
Set with bloody sigils, contain the one
And truest way to reach the light. No grand
Chest of truth is lodged away. Truth? There’s none (more…)