In case you're interested, I've got ~75 copies of each of the 4 issues of Vol. 2 of "Rituals & Declarations" #zine left (Vol. 1 sold out years ago). Something about #Hookland by David Southwell in each issue, and work by many others. £5 each, will ship globally.
The print run for vol 2 (2021/22) was ~2k per issue, so 75 copies left isn't too bad, but those final boxes are now cluttering up my studio, and the contributors' work in those issues deserves to be seen.
Nice set of pictures today! I can feel The Hum along the lines.
Are you familiar with #Hookland? I'm getting a similar, nicely haunting vibe here.
https://folklorethursday.com/creative-corner/970/
#PsychoGeography
Moving-house sale:
"Myth and Masks" - my hardback book of artwork from 2013-2015 - has been reduced to £14.99 (half its original price!). Ships worldwide.
Includes a Foreword by David Southwell of #Hookland
https://shop.lazaruscorporation.co.uk/product/myth-and-masks-artwork-by-paul-watson-2013-2015
If you go down to the #woods tonight, you'd better not close your eyes.
If we're going to the Downs tonight—I sure hope we all survive!
For the wind is waking dark creatures up, and on your blood they wish to sup.
Today's the day, if you're not quick… [REDACTED]
#Hookland #Folklore #Music #Ghosts
The Vallakin
At the heart of this mysterious county lies the Vallakin, an otherworldly nexus known for the hauntings of a thousand generations. As the portal to the depths of Hookland's arcane history, the Vallakin is a place where the ditch between the seen and the unseen is gossamer-thin, allowing those who dare to enter to traverse the boundary between the tangible and the ethereal.
Journeying through the Vallakin, one is enveloped by an atmosphere thick with the whispers of ancient spirits and the echoes of forgotten tales. The air itself seems to hum with the resonance of folklore, a chorus of myths and legends that have woven themselves into the very landscape. As you traverse this mystical gateway, you may encounter the spectral remnants of bygone eras, the phantoms of historical figures, and the echoes of events that have left an indelible mark on the county's soul.
From the high waters of white stone, and the castle of straw, to the free-tongued stone, #HampsteadHeath is a place of power.
But be careful - there are lines one does not cross.
HT #LiminalSpaces #psychogeography #hookland #naturePhotography #light #London #photography
The Lament of Ann Penny -- Woman scored and had her revenge, she then threw herself off the cliffs where she haunts to this day.
Please listen and tell me what you think.
#Hookland #Ghost #Music #GhostMusic #Haunting
https://soundcloud.com/tide-nor-time-players/the-lament-of-ann-penny
Lyrics:
(Verse 1)
The shadowed past, time's relentless flow,
Upon these cliffs, boiling seas below.
Where is my heart? What did he do?
The cruel hand of fate, If I only knew.
His vows of love, whispered on the breeze,
He swore his heart, my shelter from the seas.
Set sail one morn, before the morning frost,
Beneath the moonlit skies, his life was lost.
(Chorus)
Oh, from the depths of my despair,
Love and loss, too hard to bear.
Seven years, I mourned for thee,
Lost my love, taken by the sea.
These haunted cliffs, a spectre in the night,
These shades in the ghostly moon light.
Along the white cliff-face walls,
Until the ancient boneyard calls
(Verse 2)
Wasn’t the sea and I know you lied,
You filled your bed, with your child bride.
Seven years you hid, and lived your life,
You made me suffer, I was your wife!
Grief of loss and then madness,
Nothing left but, insane sadness,
I found you both, asleep in your room,
I set a fire, it become your tomb.
(Chorus)
Oh, from the depths of my despair,
Love and loss, too hard to bear.
Seven years, I mourned a lie,
I watched you burn, I watch you die.
These haunted cliffs, a spectre in the night,
These shades in the ghostly moon light.
Along the white cliff-face walls,
Until the ancient boneyard calls
(Verse 3)
To the cliffs, blood on my soul,
I didn’t care, about the lives I stole.
Madness, deep in my heart,
To the cliffs, right to the start.
The boiling sea, like a roaring flame,
The waves and rocks, they called my name.
Ann Penny they called, into the night,
Off the Cliff I fell, the sea took my life.
We called them the Spindle People, and up on the hill they pranced around their #castle when no-one was there.
If you went to #dance with them? Well, I didn't find anyone, but I've never had any complaints on the club floor (though I gave up construction work - hate the boots!)
HTs #hookland #TellingStories #ThamesPath #EnglandCoastPath #fae #HadleighCastle #Hadleigh #photography #silentSunday #Essex
More from the Hookland County Chronicle, part of the re-enchantment is resistance brigade...
@CliftonR Kiddo will look into it further.
I really enjoy the idea of taking a mainstream format and bending it into something imaginative, like SCP and #Hookland. Hookland was one of the things I followed over on the birdsite and loved having Hookland show up, someplace, like a breath of stale, swampy air or a breath of sea air threatening storm, that reminds you of..... something, but what? And pulls you away from the rest of the world.
It is said that in his typographical research, Beale found record of… something strange along the #Thames near #Pangbourne. If the peacocks at his park start talking to you, don't encourage them!
Maybe that's why the #ThamesPath turns uphill on the other side?
HTs #LimininalSpaces #naturePhotography #hookland #photography #silentSunday
Child of the Hum. Where my #hookland family at? Sitting the ley lines
Only #ghost children play along the #RiverDarent, 'ere since the Questor* failed at their task.
*Industrial estate, Dartford
HTs #LondonsRivers #Hookland #psychogeography #SignsOfTheTimes #photography #TellingStories
Modern day #ritual spaces. Who needs candles and a chalk or salt circle anymore? Copper has many occult associations, circuits are obvious, and an LED can be enhanced to allow more than just electricity to only pass in one direction…
But what do they do here, what do they call to wander these murky paths?
(Randy foxes the last time I was there!)
HTs #hookland #TellingStories #lighting #NightPhotography #photography #magic #London
On the day of the #coronation of Charles III, a #tree between the #river and railway lines in #Twickenham spontaneously began bleeding.
It was arrested and removed 'to prevent any disruption'.
HTs #hookland #TellingStories #WeirdLondon #LondonsRivers #photography #London
'Rigs of the Time' is a perfect song to update, and I'm sure it has been regularly over the last two centuries. Here's a stirring version from the #Lunatraktors...
https://lunatraktors.bandcamp.com/track/rigs-of-the-times-2
(lyrics on bandcamp page)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9-yN4TpNX24&t=222s
(via the #Hookland emporium of wonder)