“The Spirit of the Depths had shown me how to awaken the dead, How to bring forth the lost memories of the dream world, How to touch the primordial power […]
“But there is a king: his name is Lludd. They call him the Once and Future King.”
“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 […]
“The future will have a place for neither faith nor reason.” (From Christopher Scott Thompson)
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.
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?
(From Twm Gwynne)
A poem about (sub)urban youth, political carelessness, contradictions and the criminal justice system. (From Rex Butters)