I grow ever towards the useless tree.
Gnarled and twisted, ignored there as carpenters pass the road alongside me. “What is the point of that tree?” they might ask sitting within in my shadow.
I sigh with the winds. Grow sunwise. Reach outward. Deepen.
The stones may know my use. As will the wind. Bird will have a place to talk and shit from.
My words are like leaves in the autumn, cast to the ground and left rot into soil.
Perhaps mycelium will know what use my leaves might be.
long nights return, can you keep the hearth fires burn, a brand pressed to hand for lies left to unlearn char bones brittle & seek marrow sweet
A rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.
Today’s rune is ingwaz, a rune named after the god Ing or Freyr. It is representative of a channeled energy or transformational process. It is also be seen as the male component of life, and therefore a symbol of sexual passions and the contributed “seed” of life (and, therefore, an aspect of one’s ancestral ørlǫg, or fate/destiny). Some interpretations conceive the rune as a symbol of darkness, solitude or dreaming.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
Stumble drunk, a fool’s path ahead, a fool’s path behind, reality roots grabbing at fumble feet in the steady rains. Falling phantom, fading frail for the light of new dawns rising — what jokes so many I have become, they jest.
Unable to disagree, I laugh with crows as I grow closer to water ways.
You see: even pain can amuse with eyes set scattered and unfocused. So, seek fog and sojourn; give to cataract eyes.
I seek to hitch a ride with sticks riding rain rivulets from forest floor to river as they carry me carry me home.
Crickets fiddle dirges for nightfall.
Wood and wode. Calling.
Cut wire singing the winter winds. Let the barbs dance the fall behind and wander along the dark tall. Pine, they call them. That is not their name — so say the moss; so say the mould. There, across the fallen brown, barefoot.
I’m given of stone, both the black and the red, the grey and the scorned. Lake there, standing, the wilder lands below.
I am pale the bone. Without meat to carry.
Gone wēstengenga — in shadow, of wode, in alone.
Links to the earlier parts of this collaborative tale written with Jolene Rice can be found: Part I, Part II, Parts III & IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII and Part VIII.
All’s well that ends well.
I’m glad Jolene was able to carry this over the finish line for us.
I’m not sure how this band escaped my attention back in the early 80s. There were on the very early side of this particular sound, so maybe that’s why.
A stumble on, check them out if you are interested in French electropunk (song is in English).
A product, an image
Conception of the business
Identify yourself to be a perfect mistress
A model to follow
A video on the screen
You can bluff the world
when everyday is Halloween!
AUTHOR’S NOTE and EARLY CONCEPTS
Alice · 10:58
U came home late
and left early without saying goodbye
Where r u?
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I was not terribly enthused to begin my workday, so I jotted this down instead.
I hadn’t intended for it to end up being Halloween-themed. That was sheer accident.
Details of the challenge on the jump; otherwise, read it below and throw sharp objects at me when you are done for having wasted two minutes or less of your life when you could be doing something with those chair legs instead.
It’s not easy being an insomniac in the best of times.
These are not the best of times.
While everyone was looking the other direction — alien invasions, zombie apocalypse, the threat of AI annihilation — the vampires were quietly working in the shadows. Literally.
(more…)Just uploaded a few days ago.
If I haven’t said it enough before, I just wanted to point out that I can’t explain quite what it is about Jojo Orme (aka Heartworms), but I really-really like her vibe and music. It very much has the feel of the 80s music scene with a modern twist that I can’t quite put my finger on.
Of course, her rendition of Dominion (Sisters of Mercy) sealed the deal for me. While far from my favorite Sisters song, I quite enjoyed hearing her new take on it. But Chris turned me onto her sound before that, so I was already halfway there.
Warning: here be bugs.