time to lay my head
across cool ground and
watch the stone flames
flicker
black feathers fallen
and i lay here blanketed
under long lifetimes
of snow
stone flames flicker
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New serialized fiction site (incoming)
Hey all —
As my post indicated yesterday, I had thought more about forking off the serialized fiction to another site to improve overall readability of my fiction content and the content stream here. Well, I did it.
It is still a work in progress, and not ready to be public-facing. But maybe today or early this week it will be ready.
In the meantime, however, I thought I would explain the philosophy surrounding my decision.
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Looks around, sees things
I’ve been doing lots of navel gazing when I haven’t been writing Vengeance, My Heart, which is why my activity has diminished somewhat on the site.
Some of it is getting around to coming up with a useful term and framework that I can hand people who ask me about my spiritual practice. I know, most folks are not clamoring for information here, so that isn’t the issue. But it does come up in conversations at times. And I’ve discovered that people prefer a tidy couple of words when it comes to answers of that sort rather than my rambling, ambling version of it (which is almost as much about what I am not as it is about what I am). Plus, it is time to settle down with it without sounding so darned intellectual about it.
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Looks around, sees things
weve gone to stone
weve gone to stone
to stone we go to
sit with trees all
alone, weve gone
to ground & gone
to home under the,
under the oak alone
blind weve gone
and also the blind to
see the winter winds
to dance the moon
under her skins
pale the endless
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Episode 4: Elsewhen, Part 3
Vengeance, My Heart is a work of serialized fiction. Jump to key story links to read earlier content.
Somewhere in the dark, what was about to happen — simply began.
All attentions shifted. Hers. The crow’s. The women’s voices, too, surrendered to sudden silence while the air in the cave grew both damp and heavy, weighing her down with a new emerging wrongness rising from within the darkness. The space turned in on itself and the fresh scent of water turned to sour and stagnation.
It did not arrive. It was simply present, the way the water had been present before she found it — already there, belonging to the space, waiting for her perception to catch up with what the space already knew. Across the spring. Near it. The bioluminescence on the cave walls throwing its faint cerulean into the dark between them, and in that dark, a familiar shape pouring forth from shadow.
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Episode 4: Elsewhen, Part 3
we call
it is of voluntary derangement
in the where of eyes suture eyes
and mouth fed on dirt from
under ash, bone and oak
dare you the wood at night?
past the broken homes and
vast underhalls gone to echo
where have their songs gone?
you only have to sit in
shadow to know and
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casting runes — 23apr26
nauthiz some bonds lack ropes
no chains nor jailer keys
a razor's liminal edge
betwixt a world and meA rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.
Today’s rune is nauthiz, which has a core meaning of “need”. Alternative translations have been “hardship” or “constraint”. Among other interpretations, nauthiz is seen as a indicative of a transition or transformation, a period of learning or strengthening of resilience, lacking, change, and impermanence — inclusive of other related concepts.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
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Angine de Poitrine | Umm?
Okay, YouTube has been at me for weeks to watch these guys (gals?), so I finally caved and watched the video.
These folks are off the deep end of the spectrum. Not the most experimental I’ve ever heard for music, because it is still recognizable a rock-adjacent in sound. They do some neat tricks with loops and effects on top of a microtonal guitar/bass combo with polyrhythm drums. The whole, adjusting knobs on the effects with bare feet is an interesting trick.
And they’ve cultivated their “weird vibe” very precisely between the phallic masks and eye-melting pattern clash. They also, apparently, have their own language for interviews for which their manager “translates”.
Looks fun. And they appear talented (from what I can hear, but there is an emphasis on disruption and subversion, so I might not be hearing it quite right).
But.
For me, it started to sound clever but samey after a point. More gimmick than hook, if you know what I mean.
I jumped to a song above, but feel free to start and the beginning. Give me your read on this. Is microtonal (other notes than the Western chromatic scale) the future? Do you think they’ll be around in three years? Or just a flash in the pan?
Seriously, though, they make Zappa sound relatively grounded. Makes me long for Diamanda Galás and her Steak Knives experimental (opera-trained) vocal/screaming routine, honestly. Wait. Maybe don’t listen to that link. It may give you reason to judge me.
Meh.
Curious if you think they are good, bad or if you’re indifferent to the whole thing. Drop me a note.
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Campfire Sessions — 22apr26
Photo by Ville Palmu on Unsplash We haven’t sat for a while, them and I.
At first, it wasn’t for lack of trying. I would go to the usual place, sit down and wait for the fire to light itself. It remained stubbornly unlit. Without fire to draw them, nothing was drawn. I might have taken it upon myself to light the flames but, in the strange rules of the place when it comes to starting fires, I am entirely ignorant.
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