The words are from an ancient gaelic song.
An approximate English translation would be:
I am tired in solitude
I am tired and I am alone
Category: metaphysical
croft 2
The words are from an ancient gaelic song. Apologies to anyone here who can actually read highland gaelic because I couldn’t get my keyboard to do the correct accents.
An approximate English translation would be:
“Everyone who comes from afar sore, weary and fatigued will cast a sorrowful eye on your dwelling to which they used to ascend, to the hospitable dwelling today decaying under the rains. Often there was joy and pomp there, and therin the cold traveller threw off his weariness.”
theanthropic
plenum
incognito
Rendlesham Forest
somnambulate
imbolc
belatucadros
arcanum
incarnate
the ten thousand
The UK has a population of ten thousand ghosts, apparently.
Which at first seems a lot, and then, when you consider how many people have lived here for thousands of years, seems a very small number indeed…
–
THE TEN THOUSAND
You can dream
Ten thousand ghosts
All in a line…
You can hold
Ten thousand ghosts
All in one mind…
You can die
Ten thousand times
In a single day…
You can become
Ten thousand souls
If there’s no other way…
We have become
Ten thousand ghosts
Living in the UK…
–
‘lyrics’ are my own
cernunnos II
cernunnos III
bifrost
limits
words from a dream:
‘And do not forget,
which side you are on,
for all that you walk,
the boundaries between worlds…’
spectral
astral
blueaurora
“The artist should not only paint what he sees before him, but also what he sees within him.”
Casper David Friedrich, 1774-1840
snowfrost
fenestral – the ghost of great barr hall
