BY FELIX ADDISON Was there a particular moment or was it more like a process? Bits and pieces coalescing until you became conscious that there was another way to think about the world? Or was it always there in a way? That word and will can change the world, that Continue Reading
Literature
THE POTION AND THE POISON
I have always been interested, as an artist and writer, in inspiration. Where does it come from? What is its nature? Why is it such a fickle friend at times? One of the old stories most intimately connected to the idea of inspiration is the tale of the birth of Continue Reading
THE SORCERY OF BEAUTY
There is an omnipresent temptation to claim that everything is magic, to believe that everything is a spell being woven by the world, reality itself a net to ensorcell the mind and enchant our steps. There may be some truth to this. There is also an inconvenient reality that ruins Continue Reading
GRIGOMERE, ORTGEIST, AND KAIROTOPE – ON THE SPIRIT OF PLACE, BEGOTTEN AND MADE
THIS MUST BE THE PLACE This must be the place. Ah yes. Where the River turns and the mist rises On one side there are fields of vines And on the other the hills rise to the Wild Wood And the Tumulus of the Druids Here in the River Bend Continue Reading
In Defence of Brandon Sanderson: Fantasy Literature of Immersion and Accessibility
Discussion among Fantasy afficionado friends and colleagues today brought to light a very mean-spirited and mealy-mouthed profile story from Wired Magazine, by a certain Jason Kehe, about an author who is unbelievably successful, but about whom even some fans of Fantasy literature may not know much. At first it came Continue Reading
The Summerhouse
It stirred in me as soon as we rounded the final bend in the narrow road from Cahirciveen, as the sea and sky swung into view, vast and deep dark blue in the gathering evening. An old feeling like a tingling half-heard tune far off played through me, and I Continue Reading
Josephine and the Witch
[image: Nymphe de l’eau, Wilhelm Kotarbinsky, 1901] Once upon a time, there was an ugly, smelly old witch who lived alone in a murky pond. She got up when she wanted, and went to bed when she felt like it; she had frogs and toads and bats and rats and Continue Reading
A Deed Without A Name
THE WHITE LADY & THE PARLIAMENT OF OWLS
THE first time I saw the Ruined Tower, it took me by surprise, for it was in Summer, and the crown of oak-trees on its motte of earth were in full leaf; it was only very close by that I could see the fallen, ivy-covered building within. But I have Continue Reading
Leabhar DraÃocht – The Grimoire Diagrammaton
These are the collected Diagrammaton of the Hollow Collective, from 2000-2012. There are others, of course, and in due course, as we excavate the archives of the Hidden Library, they will be added au fur et à mesure. Venus in Furs, Mars to Measure. DIAGRAMMATON : appeared as one of Continue Reading