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Phoenix Guide to Strange England: #Hookland. Run by David Southwell
#Hauntology Re-wilding #Folklore #FolkHorror #Psychogeography #LandscapePunk Re-enchantment Is Resistance
#Hauntology Re-wilding #Folklore #FolkHorror #Psychogeography #LandscapePunk Re-enchantment Is Resistance
It is the effing dog’s wedding tackle.
November 10, 2025 at 8:49 PM
It is the effing dog’s wedding tackle.
And keep yourself alive for a fair bit and you will be able to enjoy the two planted in the Royal Botanical to mark the bombing of Hiroshima.
November 10, 2025 at 8:37 PM
And keep yourself alive for a fair bit and you will be able to enjoy the two planted in the Royal Botanical to mark the bombing of Hiroshima.
Shame. There’s a nice one agin the walls there.
November 10, 2025 at 8:35 PM
Shame. There’s a nice one agin the walls there.
As are Mire Maids.
November 10, 2025 at 8:29 PM
As are Mire Maids.
How far are you from Castle Kennedy?
November 10, 2025 at 8:28 PM
How far are you from Castle Kennedy?
We are dislocated. We are denied the security of home. You ask what bruises us to the bone? This is what bruises us.
November 10, 2025 at 8:22 PM
We are dislocated. We are denied the security of home. You ask what bruises us to the bone? This is what bruises us.
Trust me, he got offers. I had a neighbour who was a fixer at the German embassy and had an attitude that made naming his boat DILLIGAF almost inevitable. His aim with a beer bottle was legendary.
November 10, 2025 at 7:51 PM
Trust me, he got offers. I had a neighbour who was a fixer at the German embassy and had an attitude that made naming his boat DILLIGAF almost inevitable. His aim with a beer bottle was legendary.
Lucky it wasn’t worse given it is Glastonbury.
November 10, 2025 at 7:42 PM
Lucky it wasn’t worse given it is Glastonbury.
I think it shares something with Hookland - a refusal of the cosy bullshit of chocolate boxes and jigsaws. It’s a knife twisted into the guts of the lie of the British bucolic. It inverts the expectation of the imagery. Instead of safety, paranoia. Instead of cosy, a claustrophobic sense of caging.
November 10, 2025 at 7:26 PM
I think it shares something with Hookland - a refusal of the cosy bullshit of chocolate boxes and jigsaws. It’s a knife twisted into the guts of the lie of the British bucolic. It inverts the expectation of the imagery. Instead of safety, paranoia. Instead of cosy, a claustrophobic sense of caging.
My favourite episode.
November 10, 2025 at 6:50 PM
My favourite episode.
When I lived on the canal, there was a Christian saxophonist who came down to the cut at midnight to blow tunes and preach to anyone random. Infuriating and charming depending on how much you wanted to get to sleep.
November 10, 2025 at 6:44 PM
When I lived on the canal, there was a Christian saxophonist who came down to the cut at midnight to blow tunes and preach to anyone random. Infuriating and charming depending on how much you wanted to get to sleep.
Thank you. Confined to bed/inside for six-eight weeks so that will be a joy.
November 10, 2025 at 6:37 PM
Thank you. Confined to bed/inside for six-eight weeks so that will be a joy.
I will be quizzing you as I get closer to writing it all in a proper form. I am heavily influenced by her even though there will be much change due to a thousand years and England, but she haunts.
November 10, 2025 at 6:35 PM
I will be quizzing you as I get closer to writing it all in a proper form. I am heavily influenced by her even though there will be much change due to a thousand years and England, but she haunts.
Aye. Our mire maid has a brutal end and beginning, but nowt to compare with that poor one.
November 10, 2025 at 6:31 PM
Aye. Our mire maid has a brutal end and beginning, but nowt to compare with that poor one.
She is the thrice-changed. The mummified soft tissue and dissolved bones, the transformed into the spirit of place, the transmuted figure of fact to folklore.
November 10, 2025 at 6:29 PM
She is the thrice-changed. The mummified soft tissue and dissolved bones, the transformed into the spirit of place, the transmuted figure of fact to folklore.
I know you will keep me honest in all this.
November 10, 2025 at 6:24 PM
I know you will keep me honest in all this.
November 10, 2025 at 6:16 PM
Her wounds leak blood prayers to place, cry out to gods we shall never truly know the names of. She has crossed the mire’s cold threshold into a territory of low oxygen and high acidity. Her supplications answered with transformation. - Emily C. Banting
November 10, 2025 at 6:14 PM
Her wounds leak blood prayers to place, cry out to gods we shall never truly know the names of. She has crossed the mire’s cold threshold into a territory of low oxygen and high acidity. Her supplications answered with transformation. - Emily C. Banting
There are some writers that have made not only Hookland, but me and @mickpuck.bsky.social is one of them.
November 10, 2025 at 5:05 PM
There are some writers that have made not only Hookland, but me and @mickpuck.bsky.social is one of them.
The beauty of the universe – whether we call it mathematics or magic - unfolding itself into you.
November 10, 2025 at 3:48 PM
The beauty of the universe – whether we call it mathematics or magic - unfolding itself into you.
The sacred encoded in the petals of the flower. The sacred encoded in the angles of construction too.
November 10, 2025 at 3:47 PM
The sacred encoded in the petals of the flower. The sacred encoded in the angles of construction too.
There is no more sordid business than faith weaponised to support hierarchical pisspuffinry.
November 10, 2025 at 3:37 PM
There is no more sordid business than faith weaponised to support hierarchical pisspuffinry.