Witches are agents of disturbance within the symbolic order

By its very definition, magic has always referred to outsiders, others, and those whose practices and beliefs run contrary to Western orthodoxy.

More and more frequently, we’re seeing contemporary artists utilize the methodologies of witchcraft in their practice, largely because, by its very nature, witchcraft is a political and creative act commanding power back into the hands of people who have historically been banished from the inner circles of cultural authority.

According to critical theorist and witch icon, Silvia Federici, during the inquisitions of medieval Europe, folk healers were often persecuted. These witches cum female healers “were expropriated from a patrimony of empirical knowledge, regarding herbs and healing remedies, that they had accumulated and transmitted from generation to generation. This,” she continues, “was the rise of professional medicine, which erected in front of the ‘lower classes’ a wall of unchallengeable scientific knowledge, unaffordable and alien, despite its curative pretenses.”

“The most anti-capitalist protest is to care for another and to care for yourself. To take on the historically feminized and therefore invisible practice of nursing, nurturing, and caring. To take seriously each other’s vulnerability, fragility, and precarity, and to support it, honor it, empower it; to protect each other, to enact and practice community. A radical kinship, an interdependent sociality, a politics of care.”

Fundamentally, magic is about power, and both art and witchcraft still have it, although the form may be different than most of us have been taught to recognize.

from here.

Brey, the surprise new hair colour taking over instagram!

For those of you that aren’t fans of the BBC’s The Fall (but seriously, how could you not be?!), we’ll forgive you for not previously spotting this new, and somewhat unexpected, hair colour trend. But what is this emerging trend, you ask? Well, it’s brey – AKA blonde/grey. And although this subtle hair hue was pioneered by Gillian Anderson’s character, Superintendent Stella Gibson, it is now taking the Instagram hair world by a storm!

~ from here and here

women are spinners

‘Women are spinners and weavers; we are the ones who spin the threads and weave them into meaning and pattern. Like silkworms, we create those threads out of our own substance, pulling the strong, fine fibres out of our own hearts and wombs. It’s time to make some new threads; time to strengthen the frayed wild edges of our own being and then weave ourselves back into the fabric of our culture. Once we knew the patterns for weaving the world; we can piece them together again. Women can heal the Wasteland. We can remake the world. This is what women do. This is our work.’

From If Women Rose Rooted by Sharon Blackie


my daughter saw my avatar on twitter yesterday and mentioned in passing that i should take it down because those sort of photos sell for a lot of money to men who, you know, ‘like’ that sort of thing. i was left a little stunned but deep down knew that of course, that sort of thing happens all the time on the net. i was left a little saddened that my two feet, thrust straight out over a gushing river, toes a little pert, a little parted, could possibly be the subject of some bloke’s weird sexual fantasy, more saddened though because i initially thought it safer to photograph the part of me that was the most separated from my head; the part that rendered me the most anonymous and expressionless. i guess even this distant part of my body cannot escape the male predatory gaze. looking back at the photo now, i can see that it gives away possibly more about me than even a simple snapshot of my face would have ever done. how naïve i was. afterwards, my daughter suggested that i should take it down so that i could sell the image and then at least she said i would be able to keep the money myself.


this is no good
it’s been hurt we should pull it knock
out the crown~ expose
the velvet entryway
enter at first with possible violence
the enjambment
might be a shock

witness the drill silence
the rotting root~

it goes on and on

the corrosive hole rimmed
with titanium
with whispers
like someone needs saving

filled with disparate
insidious favours

you say:
it’s time you stood on your own two feet