Thursday, March 20, 2014

An excerpt from my long poem Chant of the Nether-Spheres appears in the first issue of  *PLINTH*

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

GHOSTLORD is a beautifully handmade limited edition book, 26 copies now available from *Solar Luxuriance*

Thursday, January 16, 2014

Open your eyes to what I now reveal,
and you will see your thoughts and my words join
as one truth at the center of the round.

All that which dies and all that cannot die
reflect the radiance of that Idea
which God the Father through His love begets:

that Living Light, which from its radiant Source
streams forth Its light but never parts from It
nor from the Love which tri-unites with them,

of Its own grace sends down its rays, as if
reflected, through the nine subsistencies,
remaining sempiternally Itself.

Then it descends to the last potencies,
from act to act, becoming so diminished,
it brings forth only brief contingencies;

and by this term I mean things generated,
things which the moving heavens produce from seed
or not from seed. The wax of things like these

is more or less receptive, and the power
that shapes it, more or less effective––stamped
with the idea, it shines accordingly.

So trees of the same species may produce
dissimilar fruit, some better and some worse;
so men are born with diverse natural gifts.

And if the wax were perfectly disposed,
and if the heavens were at their highest power,
the brilliance of the seal would shine forth full;

but Nature can never transmit this light
in its full force––much like the artisan
who knows his craft but has a trembling hand.

But if the Fervent Love moves the Clear Vision
of the First Power and makes of that its seal,
the thing it stamps is perfect in all ways.

Dante, Paradise Canto XIII (Mark Musa translation)

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

here's a playlist inspired by Joseph Noble's Antiphonal Airs, my favorite book of the year

Saturday, December 7, 2013


FACULTY X   (for Colin Wilson)

To see a unity           of worlds       drained                      of petulant colors                 dreaming a window                        to fabricate    horizons            into the           peak ozone   experience    of atavistic layers zapped into       the totemic sound                                                               waves of webs

            percolating    the forces that shudder                  silent light                 bliss beyond being

When that fragment                                    is fragmented           into "thin air"             the spell woven into            fourth dimensional aether            

            fabricating death      draining it      elementally   into the earth sphere          corrosion of charred vitalism        plunging every depth                        a leveled                    synthesis      of secret gradations            to simulate a central pulse

To see the woven catatonic x-ray glimmers       through the raw strata        the psychic substance       from which we all weave                unknown essence

                                                                        orator of crippled kings      the rogue messiahs                       warring against sleep       
                                                                                    internalize the infinite