Category: alchemisland of Ireland
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Unvision at the horror inside the nursery
Ey on peakcapped driver slows his horse Swan robed medicine men bind Fenrir Mangan and Clare penning degenerate tracts A hole in a French wall which anarchic revolution miraculously sweeps by Therein the imprisoned Marquis secreted his manuscript Miniscule its script but gargantuan its sordidness Uncouth clergyman keeps a copy of Shakespeare Love who dares…
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It Smells Like Burning Templars In Here
When I walk past it’s O face, salt bae How you feel about me: a salt bay April is Aries gearing up to Assault May. You’re salty saline Temple at prod crumble like praline Flood of God swerved it, salt sieve like baleen. Lighting up the sky it’s divine I’m like an invasion of aliens…
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The Beginning
A citadel concealed by clouds Nimbus caul around Olympus A covering worn like a shroud Through bores a sage caught glimpses. Dark buffeting solar winds Void, matte black then time begins Gardens which will host many sins Are yet seeds, strands that Norns will tend. Seas with witch hat sharkfins in Down below and dark…
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A Ghost in the Throat by Doireann Ní Ghríofa
Quality book from Tramp Press. Highly recommend this lyrical masterpiece. Very unsettling. Written plainly, purply only when gothically appropriate. It’s a literary chiller slash work of historical scholarship. It reminded me of Sara Perry’s Melmoth with a feminist bent. The book concerns a woman as she undergoes the trials, tribulations and ecstasies of motherhood, during…
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Ens Primum Cognitum
How can a man proclaim to love wisdom if he has not left the place of his birth for Athens and dwelled there in a house called Sofia, therein poring over the texts of ages and inheriting the crown of owls. If the Internet were to disappear overnight, imagine the difficulty one would have convincing…
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