U N I T E Let me tell you the Hollow place Secret, Child: Behind your heart You have a void That fills your mouth To hold your life With power A place Speaks To keep your breath In hidden names The space To hold For creating The sky […]
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U N I T E Let me tell you the Hollow place Secret, Child: Behind your heart You have a void That fills your mouth To hold your life With power A place Speaks To keep your breath In hidden names The space To hold For creating The sky […] The way of the witch is the way of the power that must be hidden. It is about holding on to sovereignty in a world that does not want you to have it – you, the specific you, the one who the structures deny. Why do you keep silent? Because when your work is hidden, […] Earlier today I described Bowie as “the regenerating polymorphous changeling heart of experimental glam rock, with a side of acting”. And theorised that that was a part of why perhaps the second-most common reaction I’m seeing to his passing is perhaps best encapsulated by John Scalzi’s, “Part of me genuinely believed he was an alien […] I’ve been thinking a lot lately about life and death. Sex and death. Those sorts of things. The concepts of sex and death are linked in so many places, in so many cultures – not all of them, of course, but enough so that I think there is an awareness of an essential truth: that […] |
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