"If a gay man of my generation didn't strike out for the horizon, then he performed a small betrayal. It was a duty for those of us marked as 'different' to lead adventurous lives."
Derek Jarman in "Smiling in Slow Motion"
Fire stains on shingle
The Sea Kale is sprouting from its rough, swollen root.
"An Essay on Witchcraft"
Ink and kraft card
#asemic #asemicwriting #asemicart #sigilmagick
My catnip is foylesforbooks.bsky.social at Waterloo...
I would encourage everyone to become an artist" -- Derek Jarman
Quite a good book haul lately, both new and secondhand.
Oystershell, driftwood,
Charred circle, and nails
The beauty of burnt driftwood.
Have a thing for standing up driftwood. Making driftwood guardians
Sigils on the shoreline!
Bloomsbury on a damp Sunday morning.
Pamela Colman Smith's hearth at Treadwells bookshop in London now a low key shrine to her memory and legacy.
"Three Seals"
Ink and acryllic on kraft card.
...Every angel bears a true thought. They are the bees of infinity, the messengers of Lady Wisdom. Their thoughts are honeyed sweet. Dead souls,' they whisper. Wisdom is opaque, indistinct, only discovered by an archeology of soul."
Derek Jarman died #OTD 32 years ago.
Just completed a twenty day piece of writing using "Modern Nature" as a touchstone.
" Angels do not wish to dispirit you with the primal black of the void. They are he light in that dark, the star swarm, singing the music of the spheres...
If you have any opportunity at all to see Mám by Teac Damsa do so. It is a powerful, wicked, irish ceilidh or wake presided over by the horned god in the form of a virtuoso accordianist. Every dance veers to madness, myth or mystery. Driven and wild and full of witchcraft!
'Sweeter as the Days Go By'
Derek Jarman
Mixed media, 1988.
"Joy and grief make glory
As yellow and blue make green."
I remember this moment on my walk of The South Downs Way so well.
Nearly expiring, coming to a summit out of a humid, dark, green, wooded path... into a view of sea, sky and hills open for miles.
I can still remember the sensation!
A mini pilgrimage yesterday to Highcliffe where, in the 1930s and 40s a small group of imaginative and free spirited people formed the first Wiccan coven. Gerald Gardner's house now has a blue plaque, and Mill House in the grounds of which the coven first met has a special atmosphere still.
Jarman describes a dream "a conversation on a red bus with a naked youth who declares he is Dionysus on his way to an orgy celebrated in his honour."
I am thinking about the difference between recording a past event, and a dream that otherwise would have no presence in the world
Derek Jarman would have been 84 today. Two birthdays recorded in his journal, Modern Nature.
At the shoreline this evening.
Twelfth Night collage poems. Torn, abraded, layered, half-there... read what you can.
Loving every word, every jot and tittle of Derek Jarman's Modern Nature. This snippet, a fairy tale and a synchronicity...
Yes indeed, my visit was in fact at research for a friend writing a story on these very themes!
I mean, that's class!
Re reading Modern Nature by Derek Jarman in anticipation of his birthday on 31st January. I am constantly affirmed in my feeling it is one of rhe most spiritual books I have ever read.
Ritual Instructions.
