Better than Bukowski

Legacy

Poems lie gentle and loving,
Lie savage and broken,
From Malahide to O'Connell Street,
Scattered on park benches and pavements,
On buses and trains,
On crests of waves and on the tops of trees,
In fair weather and foul.

They lie in pools of dappled sunlight,
And frozen beside the homeless,
Waiting to be discovered
By all who look.

For Pat Ingoldsby

 

Fathercrow 2025 

What inspired Hitlers Hair and Moustache?

So, as some of you know I'm a polytheist magician, and an artist and as such have a bit of an interest in artists who portrayed such things.  I
recently discovered Franz Von Stuck (February 23, 1863 – August 30, 1928).

Symbolist Painter Von Stuck incorporated the "horned god" image of the then newly discovered Roman Deity Antenociticus into his painting of the mythical Pagan "wild Hunt" in place of Odin, the in Nordic tradition the customary leader of the hunt. 

Antenociticus was a northern England Horned God with his horns plastered across the skull diagonally and hair, plastered across his face in the same way, whom the Romans adopted as they moved up into Northern England.  The wild hunt historically occurs in European folklore. 

Wild Hunts typically involve a ghostly or supernatural group of hunters passing in wild pursuit. The hunters may be elves or fairies or the dead, and the leader of the hunt is often a named figure associated with Odin. 

Von Stuck replaced  the Odin image with that of Antenocitiucs.  He painted it in 1899.

Now, one could possibly see how an Austrian painter with an interest in occultism and Wagmer could find and perhaps take a few fashion
tips from the 1899 painting.

Or not?

Decide for yourself, I include Von Stuck's painting.

Peace and Hope 

FatherCrow

Time

"Having commited no crime,"
The prosecutors voice rose to a high pitched whine,
"I sentence this man to life!",
To be served,
From the break of Birth's first light,
To that Final Failing,
On that Final Night.

Homage to Catalonia

A poem I wrote recently on a recent visit to Catalonia, where the democratically elected government had been imprisoned  by the Government of Spain for enacting a referendum on Catalonian Independence.
A referendum which was passed democratically.  When I wrote it I had just visited Mont Juic the fort that was used by the Spanish to shell the inhabitants of the Barcelona.

MONT JUIC AWAITS

Upon the heads of people there,
Came falling from tumultuous fiery air,
Heavy seeds of their enslavement.

Thunder split their arms, heads, legs,
As Invaders shook the skies above
With hatred and oppression.

And it seems, a thread was spun,
From there to here,
From then to now,
As tribal chiefs to sunless cells have come,
For raising the people's voice as one.

Same DNA threads through the cells,
Of oppressors and oppressed,
But now to say, instead of blood, torn sinew, death,
The mockery of democracy is pressed.

And Franco smiles,
Still worshipped as he slept.

A new direction?

Here's my very first stop motion which I created when I was cataloging the art I didn't have a photographic copy of.

I couldn't get the light right on one statue, so set up a tripod.  I had a photo, wasn't quite perfect, moved it, took another one.

I Didn't stop.

I think I'm going to get into stop motion.  After I finish the current painting, I'm going to build an Armature and see what I can create.

Anways, here's the first one with sound.

and a direct link to the animation. 

 Peace and Hope

FatherCrow 

On the passing of David Jones 10/01/2016

A thin white shadow cast,
from tall skinny buildings of my past

I'll smoke for him and time now gone.

Of creatures girl, of creatures boy,
of Rock and Roll, of madness real,
and drugs enjoyed.

The hand that wrote, till strength no more,
dropped weak, translucent, to the floor.
His characters stand, heads bowed, as puppets canned.
They mouth their songs, all bands disband.

The man has gone, the songs remain, give sorrow thick with
theatrical chains.

The boy from Brixton, now dead and gone, Manhatten apartment,
his sepulchers song.

Let us drink to that, and the passing time.


Peace and Hope

FatherCrow

What Beauty Lies in Wait

A Cover I did for a friend's collection of Horror and Fantasy Sampler.

Double click on the image to enlarge.

Quite pleased with it, hope it does what it was intended to and shifts a few copies for him.

Peace and Hope

FatherCrow

Richard Newport White, Rest In Peace

Captain R.N. "Dick" White in the cockpit of a Lockheed F-104 Starfighter

Richard Newport White: 21st May 1924 - 5th June 2010

My Eulogy for my stepfather Captain R.N. White:



"It is few men indeed that are offered the chance to help save the world.

And it is fewer still that have the courage and conviction to seize that moment.

Having both, Richard, rose and looked into the blackest parts of the twentieth century, for his family, for Ireland, and for us and did not flinch.

Richard, for those of you do not know, saw active duty with the RAF in the fight against Japan during World War Two.

He joined to fight the Nazis, whose dark cloud he watched, as it engulfed Europe, as entire peoples disappeared, and did not stand by.

I think Richard, and the Irish men like him, who fought against the Axis, redeemed this country in the annals of history for it's inaction in the face of Nazi and Fascist conquest.

Ultimately I think, what propelled him into history was love.

And that is what I and my family feel for him, whenever we pass a place we have spent time with him, wherever we are in a place he has spoken of, whenever we are doing something that he advised us how to do.

A deep, and overwhelming love.

Richard first came into my life twenty years ago, when he met my Mother at a lecture in Trinity College.

If any of you have ever discussed the reality of "love at first site" debate no more, for it truly was and continued to be. Both I and my sister feel privileged to have born witness to their unconditional and incandescent love.

As for myself, it is hard for me to put into words what he meant to me, let alone what his life signified to others.

Richard had managed to fit at least the substance of 10 lives into his one, and was something of a polymath.

His quiet, noble, and dignified manner taught me something new every single time I encountered him, which is something I can say of no other person,

We also never had an argument, again, something I can say of no other person.

I loved him, my family loved him, we lived in his light.

And now he is gone.

No more Heroes anymore.

Goodbye Richard."

Peace and Hope

FatherCrow