Monthly Archives: October 2014

Not Sanskrit for “Doormat”

Posted on October 26, 2014 by Satyr

Recently – especially within the last week or so – I’ve had a number of folks tell me that they used to idolize me and my work for opening their minds, and yet they’re somehow surprised that I feel disgusted … Continue reading →

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666: Six Aspects of Horror (Part I)

Posted on October 8, 2014 by Satyr

Horror is not about zombies, or vampires, or even torture at the hands of maniacs. As we head into the season most associated in America [1] with horror, I want to point out that horror is more concerned with mortality … Continue reading →

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Recognizably Human, Unquestionably Other (On Wyld Feet, They Fly, Part IV)

Posted on October 5, 2014 by Satyr

I met a lady in the meads, Full beautiful ― a faery’s child, Her hair was long, her foot was light, And her eyes were wild. – John Keats, La Belle Dame sans Merci (Part IV of a series; for … Continue reading →

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Intimate Familiarity (On Wyld Feet, They Fly, Part III)

Posted on October 5, 2014 by Satyr

Beauty began to change. Her hair was almost always a tangle… she was almost always barefoot ― there were hard calluses on her soles. Her senses were so sharp that she could smell and hear things she had never known … Continue reading →

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Hobnails and Hot Iron (On Wyld Feet, They Fly, Part II)

Posted on October 5, 2014 by Satyr

She looked so sweet, from her two bare feet To the crown of her nut-brown hair Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself To see if she was really there… – “Star of the County Down” (traditional Irish folk … Continue reading →

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A State of Tender Connection (On Wyld Feet, They Fly, Part I)

Posted on October 5, 2014 by Satyr

O! the music of their feet – of their dancing goblin feet! O! the magic! O! the sorrow when it dies. – J.R.R. Tolkein, Goblin Feet Beneath my soles sang the pulse of the world. It was spring 2006, and … Continue reading →

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