Trapped

June 9, 2017

don’t undress my love
you might find a mannequin:
don’t undress the mannequin
you might find
my love.
she’s long ago
forgotten me.
she’s trying on a new
hat
and looks more the
coquette
than ever.

she is a
child
and a mannequin
and death.
I can’t hate
that.
she didn’t do
anything
unusual.
I only wanted her
to.

Charles Bukowski

Cat

June 9, 2017

He was a dent in a bed,
Its impression like handprints in kneaded dough,
Still warm where life seeped into it,
He was nibbled butter, softened by stolen sunlight,
He was drowsily half-closed eyes,
And light that spills from windows like warm honey,
He was an engine,
Wheezing to life on a frosty day,
He was a tumbleweed of hair,
Sighing as it glides,
He was an extra cushion,
A sagging sofa,
A prince.

Emily Reader

Magic & Belief

June 9, 2017

It may be said that ritual is the very heart of magick. For it is through ritual that we achieve our magical results. Ritual is a magical procedure or ceremony we perform in order to change the environment. Usually we think of ritual as bearing on active magick, although certainly, it can also affect passive magick. Most often the change achieved is subjective and in the physical world. Outsiders may put them down to coincidence, but the effects are very real. Magical goals for a ritual should not be taken lightly. The successful practice of magick depends upon strong belief. The simplest ritual of them all must be belief itself. If you can believe in your desired results strongly enough, that act is a magical ritual which will achieve your results. Even a very complex ritual is no more effective than strong belief. There are aids to concentration which may help. Thus in “creative visualization”, imagination and controlled breathing are brought into play.

K Amber
The Basics of Magick

bliss and suffering

June 9, 2017

Poetry is what in a poem makes you laugh, cry, prickle, be silent, makes your toe nails twinkle, makes you want to do this or that or nothing, makes you know that you are alone in the unknown world, that your bliss and suffering is forever shared and forever all your own.

Dylan Thomas
A few words of a kind