Caught in the Act
“Caught in the act of giving birth to a new oil-paint earth of no set design, you will lie there dying.”
Metamorphosis
“All signs announce, the change has come. I will be something other than I started from.”
The Apocalyptic Anarchist
To break the cursed loom
Of Fate and Boss alike –
In the night, we Luddites of the Firmament.
Yet should our doom arrive
(Despite/in spite/because of) our own best efforts –
La flors enversa
I dedicate this rendition to all those who live that timeless revolutionary adage, that makes one fearless and shatters despair and ennui. Ennui, that ugly beast Baudelaire thought the true Devil: Love in the face of danger.
A Radioactive Wolf Scrolling
A radioactive wolf near Chernobyl
is now looking at your Instagram account. From Rune Kjær Rasmussen
The New Sun
For empires crumble as I’ve been told, and in the rib-caged wreckage of gray leviathans I may glimpse some hint of the blueprint of this shared corruption. I may come to comprehend why I could never mend my own desolation. I may erase my station. - From Christopher Scott Thompson
The Martyrs
“No cluttered shelves with hanging altar cloths will ever save us. Nor will any ancient yellow poster of some killer angel explain the stain of sin or let us in on the secret of how Christ forgave us and how at last our cause must win.”
Wage-Slave in the Wasteland
The fisher king was never healed, they never meant for us to heal him. They only meant to conceal what we’d been fed, so they concealed him.
Junkyard Nemeton
“This forest, or another forest - forests without end. As faith retreats and reason sleeps those times shall come again.”
The Songs I Know
The Spirit of the Depths had shown me how to awaken the dead,How to bring forth the lost memories of the dream world
Tornado Warning
“But there is a king: his name is Lludd. They call him the Once and Future King.”
Down, Down to Troy Town
But with what desperation do we seek to deny the cycles of time! That it were not so is the dearest wish of humanity. Any catastrophe imaginable would be preferable to the secrets hidden in Troy Town.
Beasts Must Stick Together
Said the old beast to the young: Unless you make a hollow of yourself. There will be no room for the gods to dwell inside of you.
The House of Cold Rain
To join our essence and consciousness with the world was once the common inheritance of humanity. Now, it can only be found in the hinterland, the lands beyond. Beyond techno-industrial society. For what is there to join with in concrete and steel?