The Self-Crucified by Clarence John Laughlin, 1940
From Images and oracles of Austin Osman Spare.
A 14-year old Yazidi girl carrying an assault rifle to protect her family from IS, formerly ISIS.
A Ritual of Allmost Unknowable Meaning (Germany 1920s) http://www.jkbookseller.com/
In The Deep By Ryan Thompson.
"Then some of the men stood up and began to dance, while another lilted the measure they danced to, and then somebody sang Eiblín a Rúin, that glad song of meeting which has always moved me more than other songs, because the lover who made it sang it to his sweetheart under the shadow of a mountain I looked at every day through my childhood. The voices melted into the twilight and were mixed into the trees, and when I thought of the words they too melted away, and were mixed with the generations of men. Now it was a phrase, now it was an attitude of mind, an emotional form, that had carried my memory to older verses, or even to forgotten mythologies. I was carried so far that it was as though I came to one of the four rivers, and followed it under the wall of Paradise to the roots of the trees of knowledge and of life. There is no song or story handed down among the cottages that has not words and thoughts to carry one as far, for though one can know but a little of their ascent, one knows that they ascend like medieval genealogies through unbroken dignities to the beginning of the world. Folk art is, indeed, the oldest of the aristocracies of thought, and because it refuses what is passing and trivial, the merely clever and pretty, as certainly as the vulgar and insincere, and because it has gathered into itself the simplest and most unforgettable thoughts of the generations, it is the soil where all great art is rooted. Wherever it is spoken by the fireside, or sung by the roadside, or carved upon the lintel, appreciation of the arts that a single mind gives unity and design to, spreads quickly when its hour is come.”
W. B. Yeats, “By the Roadside” from The Celtic Twilight
The WANDER by SANDER………….No.3
Showman with Performing Bear in the Westerwald, 1929 by August Sander
Every time I see this article pasted in the window of the voodoo priestess Miriam’s temple I’m filled with perplexity and wonder and gladness