Atop The Cliffs - Occidental Poetry Journal

A Song for Beauty Itself O Beauty, siren of the spheres, Thy voice, a song of joy and tears, In every star, in every bloom, Thy presence, a sweet perfume. Thy touch, an ecstasy sublime, In every rhythm, every rhyme, In sculpted stone, in painted art, Thy grace, a blaze within the heart. Thy face, a rose in morning's dew, A moonlit night, a dream come true, An aria, haunting, pure, and bright, The stars that gem the velvet night. I seek thee, Beauty, far and wide, My heart, a pilgrim at thy side, For in thy presence, all is fair, And life, a treasure rich and rare. To thee O Beauty I aspire, My soul, aflame with pure desire, And in thy temple, I shall find, A love that never leaves the mind.

https://arthurpowell.substack.com/p/white-wine-summer "Like anything of value, that requires taste, wine has a depth and obsession to it. It is, alongside cheese, one of the defining culinary hallmarks of the European peoples. No one else has gone as deeply into wine making as we have. Almost every European nation kissed with the sun and conditions has been making wine, we know the skill and dedicated stretches back into antiquity. The famous amphora and wine trade was part and parcel of the Roman empire. As Europeans expanded out into the world in their faustian ways they brought with them not just livestock but also vines and grapes. Vines that once grew only in France or Italy or Spain now are found in the New World. Chile, Argentina, South Africa, America, Australia. All new wine regions, an introduced vine launching a drinking revolution." Summer vibes in an essay about wine that really is about cultivating taste. I really like writing on topics like this - it's a more wholesome vibe and yet they seem to do poorly in comparison to a bleak look at the state of white America. We must be more positive again!

Hyperborean Summer

Got to echo this - REN has published my essays on poetry and sent many poets our way. Encouraged creation and more beauty in the world. Not endless dull geopolitical analysis. He's grown the scene more than any pencil neck doomers ever have. What motivates our enemies is always petty ugly resentment. Female gossiping behaviors. Avoid these people they are the plague.

REN has been a tremendous ally to the scene of underground art. He has used his platform to lift up countless others. I can tell you from experience. The overwhelming majority of folks with large platforms will completely ignore you unless you can benefit their clout. And will even step on you if you get too loud. I DMed REN a few years back expecting a similar response to my inquiry concerning an ad for The Bizarchives in Man’s World. His reply was “send it over in A4 format. No charge.” Since then he has platformed the pulp scene and even ran his own pulp fiction contest. His work concerning men’s health, agriculture, aesthetics and art are fantastic. He builds bridges and acts as a nexus for many spheres. If REN is subversive then we need more subversives. I raise my fist for my fellow Manowarrior and denounce the spiteful mutants who besmirch his name. Shambling troglodean homunculi with dubious financial backing and nefarious intentions.

Good Morning.

Wotan from Die Nibelungen directed by Fritz Lang (1924). Die Nibelungen is a two-part series consisting of Die Nibelungen: Siegfried, and Die Nibelungen: Kriemhild's Revenge. The series is based on the Nibelungenlied, the Saga of the Vǫlsungs, and the stories of Sigurd from the Poetic Edda.

It’s been an age since we heard the song Of our blood’s call to be conquerors and kings Our heads hung down Upon hollow chests Nor pride nor fire Only loss’s sting We gaze numbly out O’er a world once ours Now ashes bitter And plague’s foul mark For brothers turned Against our own As foes looked on From the fearsome dark And struck fell blows Amongst our ranks While we fought on And killed ourselves Our high jeweled towers Came to the ground Our kingdom of heav’n Brought low into hell And slow, forgot Our shining crown That was “honor” called In days long gone We cast it off; We threw it down Then nightfall came And swallowed Dawn And yet - we still Can hear the call In hidden places Outside the walls Where men ensure The fire burns - To what once we were We shall return. - PW, 9.22

Too Soon Death stalks the earth. An insatiable hunger; Young or old He takes them all Leaving hearts ice cold. But what of those left behind? Mired in mournful toil We too must shuffle off this mortal coil.

Was reminded of a real 'cultured thug' moment: In Afghanistan a Royal Marine was convicted of killing an insurgent. The line captured on bodycam was "There, shuffle off this mortal coil, you cunt. It's nothing you wouldn't do to us."

2024 has been a dogshit year so far for me. Illness, deaths, other challenges. All you can do though is just keep going. To anyone else going through it right now - I salute you and hold the line together.

Book cover design process. As you can see, there were many iterations and changes. I tried to exhaust lots of different design possibilities along the way. After working closely with the client and receiving helpful feedback from friends, I believe I managed to push through the chaos and find the proper forms in the end.

WBS inspiring our women as well!

Are the anime PFP crowd genuinely too stupid to realize their entire online persona's visuals are centered around an explicitly non-white art form?

The "AI" you're going to get is going to be a retarded irony poisoned redditor shitlib that is untrusthworthy in the extreme

https://youtu.be/KG_4x1XpM_Q?si=_OMqq8E0VINVGLes&t=13 NFL fans have no answer to this. This is real body on the line rawness, no pads, just skill and brutality of a tackle.

Some physiognomy studies of the French rugby players Alain Esteve, Sebastien Chabal and Gerard Cholley...truly almost lost archaic phenotypes, aggressively protruding into modernity.