The Captured Goddess

October 26, 2019

Over the housetops,
Above the rotating chimney-pots,
I have seen a shiver of amethyst,
And blue and cinnamon have flickered
A moment,
At the far end of a dusty street.

Through sheeted rain
Has come a lustre of crimson,
And I have watched moonbeams
Hushed by a film of palest green.

It was her wings,
Goddess!
Who stepped over the clouds,
And laid her rainbow feathers
Aslant on the currents of the air.

I followed her for long,
With gazing eyes and stumbling feet.
I cared not where she led me,
My eyes were full of colours:
Saffrons, rubies, the yellows of beryls,
And the indigo-blue of quartz;
Flights of rose, layers of chrysoprase,
Points of orange, spirals of vermilion,
The spotted gold of tiger-lily petals,
The loud pink of bursting hydrangeas.
I followed,
And watched for the flashing of her wings.

In the city I found her,
The narrow-streeted city.
In the market-place I came upon her,
Bound and trembling.
Her fluted wings were fastened to her sides with cords,
She was naked and cold,
For that day the wind blew
Without sunshine.

Men chaffered for her,
They bargained in silver and gold,
In copper, in wheat,
And called their bids across the market-place.

The Goddess wept.

Hiding my face I fled,
And the grey wind hissed behind me,
Along the narrow streets.

Amy Lowell

transformed by orgasm

October 26, 2019

When I see a woman’s face transformed by the orgasm we have reached together, then I know we’ve met. Anything else is fiction. That’s the vocabulary we speak in today. It’s the only language left.

Leonard Cohen
The Favourite Game

a shout into the void

October 26, 2019

“I’m in love with you,” he said quietly.

“Augustus,” I said.

“I am,” he said. He was staring at me, and I could see the corners of his eyes crinkling. “I’m in love with you, and I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labour has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.”

John Green
The Fault in Our Stars

Becoming a Witch

October 26, 2019

Fuck your karma, I don’t need it! I’ve descended the dark chasm of self, glimpsed the chaos of ego, and returned to the light. I’ve reached for the moon and stars, whispering the secret words I learned from them. My chaos is now controlled. My self is a spear of pure power. I own the darkness. I’ve become the dream you never want to meet, and I wear each of my scars like badges of honour. Yes, I have changed – mutated, if you will. Become a living, breathing manifestation of the Goddess. Hathor, Isis, Aphrodite are one with me. I am volcanic. I have power and I’m not afraid to use that power – so beware. For I am the fertility of the Earth and of the Goddess, celebrating the cycles of seasons. I am Alpha and Omega: woman and witch, overflowing with holy rage. So, again, Beware, I say.

P

Realism is conservative

October 26, 2019

We live in uncertain times. We have always lived in uncertain times. I think what makes the weird inherently attractive is that it speaks to a part of us that knows, consciously or not, that the rules we play by, the realities we choose to agree to and normalize, have cracks in them. Increasingly, I think that putting realist modes and non-realistic modes at opposite ends of the spectrum does a disservice to both. Realism is conservative in that it tells us what we believe is real is in fact real. But it isn’t. It’s also consensual, questionable, open to interpretation, and often ignorant of other, competing narratives. We are in a moment when the consensus is beginning to shift. Non-realist modes seem to help us get a handle on this faster because they teach us the consensus was never absolute to begin with. People were excluded, people dissented. This breakdown is enjoyable at some level even as it’s also frightening. It means elements of our lives which we lacked the ability or will to question suddenly seem disputable, something we can fight back against. Breakdown gives us an opportunity to see what lies beneath, for better or worse. Increasingly what strikes me as strange about Lovecraft’s fiction is the sense that once the monstrous is encountered, the only options are madness, forgetting or death. And that in its own way is a conservative way of thinking: there are many more options. Resistance, recuperation, remembering, rebirth. This is the energy that comes from the collapse of the consensus — the possibility of change.

Helen Marshall
Interview with David Davis 15th November 2017

Did you think when you burnt us…when you put our flesh to the torch…watched the flames lick the skin from our bodies…that the wrath of our revenge would not return…that the atavistic vengeance of our anger would not resurface and return to destroy your own Souls reincarnated in the same pallid flesh which light Souls always regenerate in…fools…pale fools with minds chained by morality and orthodox hatred…a new Dark Age is upon you, the world is becoming enveloped in uncertainty and chaos…and this is only the beginning of your torment, of our retribution…when set light to the Daughters of Satan…when you hung the Daughters of Lilith…you murdered only the flesh…Our Spirits rose like the flames of the phoenix from our ashes and cursed you stagnant Creeds to damnation…that Curse is now beginning to manifest itself…and with those who now call themselves our Brothers shall aid us in the final vanquishing of your crumbling monarchies!

Brother Salem
666 Salem