Canto I (“And then went down”)
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Roy Campbell (October 2, 1901–April 22, 1957) was a South African poet and essayist. T. S. Eliot, Dylan Thomas, and Edith Sitwell praised Campbell as one of the best poets of the inter-war period. Unfortunately, his conservatism, Nietzscheanism, and Catholicism, as well as his open contempt for the Bloomsbury set and his participation in the Spanish Civil War on the Fascist side have led his works to be consigned to the memory hole. (more…)
In saner times our great poets, writers, and philosophers expressed the feelings and ideas which came naturally from the race-soul. In these times those feelings and ideas are too “controversial” to be expressed freely, so where they cannot be suppressed outright, they are reinterpreted, obscured, and selectively anthologized by the alien arbiters of our culture. For no poet of our race has this been more true than for William Butler Yeats.
I never go to church to pray
Among the crowded pews
Nor kneel before a crucifix
To hail the king of Jews
I never say a prayer
To Saint or Holy Ghost
Nor listen to the preacher’s word
That talks of sin the most
But in a pair of eyes
Or drinking silver gin
Or in the colors of a dress
My soul begins to sing
And sunbeams on the wall
Reveal sometimes for me
The beauty that I weave for God
And for Eternity.
From Harry Crosby, Chariot of the Sun (Paris: At the Sign of the Sundial, 1928)
This article is from National Vanguard, March 1984. The author is not credited, but it is almost certainly William Pierce. (more…)
Editor’s Note: In honor of the 50th anniversary of Francis Parker Yockey’s death in the San Francisco County Jail on the night of June 16-17, 1960, we are pleased to publish these poems by J. Howard-Hobson.