I’m supposed to be editing my mini-book. I’ve blocked off the time to do it this afternoon. But I’ve just read a spiritual magazine for the first time in ages, and I can’t help but be unsettled by it. It’s a magazine focused on books and publishing in the esoteric and spiritual industry, too. That’s why I’ve chosen it to claim my attention while I eat my lunch in the burning late summer sunshine.
Rewilding Writing is iterative and generative and collaborative and messy and open. Its forms are not fixed and its destination is unknown. It goes where it flows like a river of life – and it guides me on my path as I write.
Sat 6 July ~ CACAO POETRY MANDALA at the Yoga Life Studio, Eastbourne Thurs 11 July ~ EXTRAORDINARY & EVERYDAY UTOPIAS at the University of Brighton Fri 12 July ~ BREATHING & MOVING FOR WELLBEING at the University of Westminster 17-21 July ~ POETRY MANDALA WORKSHOP & PERFORMANCES at Buddhafield Festival, Taunton Sat 27 July ~ PEACE DRUM … Continue reading Summer Offerings from Sally-Shakti Willow: Yogi Poet Witch
Three poems from ATHA, live at Into the Wild Beltaine 2019.
The poems collected in Atha use collage techniques to anchor into the reality of this moment. Refusing to avoid the challenges and political crises of our time, while navigating a deeper channel of the possibility of utopia that can be accessed even now.
Cha is doing something far more interesting than describing here, though. The way she uses language constitutes an attempt to perform the function of mantra: that is, to do what mantra does.
bitter, grass-green memory of taste
Based in Krakow, Poland, Katarzyna Bazarnik and Zenon Fajfer are creating, curating, documenting and theorising a literary revolution : Liberature.
How many frames in a five-second film? Forty-five in 1894: that’s nine frames per second. Each moment captured one-ninth of a second’s presence and the sneeze from beginning to end lasted five seconds. In the film, I see the sneeze sneezing before my very eyes. A phantasmagoria – this ghost from the past: a man long dead who lives on in his eternal sneeze.
Like rolling waves that crash and suck against a pebbled shore, Berg's narrative streams in and out of consciousness: a world creating and uncreating itself in rhythmic tides.
Sally-Shakti Willow 