Tag Archives: Devilla Forest

Embedded in the Landscape: Psychogeography, Folk Horror and the Everyday

I’ve had a few requests to share the talk I gave at The Unseelie Court event organised by Folk Horror Revival in October. So here it is:    We’ll come back to that guy on the slide later. I’m guessing … Continue reading

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The Eternal Return of Autumn

. The eternal return of the    ephemeral autumn         ballet . . At no other time (than autumn) does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth; in a smell that is … Continue reading

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10 x Time Placed Sketches

I . Under a silent sky the breathing forest. Walk in . Devilla Forest, Fife. . II . Another shadow of time passes. Seasons come seasons go. . . Tuilyies standing stones (Bronze Age). Near Torryburn, Fife. . III . … Continue reading

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Some Questions of the Drift

“I ask you:  – What is the weight of light?“ – Clarice Lispector ≈ ≈ ≈ . . .  – What are the colours of time? . . . . .  – What are the sounds of the stones? . . .. … Continue reading

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Two Spectral Trees – Somewhere North of Devilla Forest

Looking up to the ridge, over the evergreen crowns, two spectral trees hang mid-air in the limpid heat. A  smoke spiral, all coiled movement, settles to stillness as a Rorschach blot of charcoal smudge bleeds into sun saturated blue. The universe … Continue reading

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