Hookland @HooklandGuide

Phoenix Guide to Strange England: #Hookland. Run by @cultauthor #Hauntology Re-wilding #Folklore #FolkHorror #Psychogeography Re-enchantment Is Resistance paypal.me/Hookland Hookland Joined August 2014

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Hookland @HooklandGuide

2 hours ago

The Ashcourt Necropolis is territory ceded to the Empire of the Dead. It is guarded by a stone army, a thousand lithic lookouts who challenge the living on business within its borders. Their gaze acts as medusa moment, reminding us we shall all be citizens one day. – #CLNolan

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20 hours ago

Goodnight from Blaxwich, its children all sharing the dream of lightbulb-headed men walking the prom. Goodnight from Kat Ripper, certain painting a bare-breasted hare therianthrope on the bus shelter to summon the war goddess Andrasta is a justified move. Goodnight from Hookland.

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The hedge is the witch's calendar. It tells the turning year, heralds all its movements through death and birth. The hedge speaks of mara – time between seasons – and provides auguries. When its down is wind-bullied, she knows autumn knocks. – #EmilyCBanting, 1982 #Witchcraft

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2 days ago

Goodnight from Des Ash at the Phoenix Garage on the B3409, perturbed by the couple in the strange car who asked what year it was and tried to pay with illegal banknotes. Goodnight from Witch KettleSam, singing lullabies to the sprites up at Calfield Farm. Goodnight from Hookland.

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2 days ago

The salt hag knows shore at storm-rage, knows it at tide-turn. Her inner ear hears its hundred songs – hymns from gull choir; rasping laments as the waves retreat from shingle the lullaby of sighs at slack water. It is her constant threshold. – #EmilyCBanting, 1982 #Witchcraft

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2 days ago

Apples are swollen. Blackberries sugaring. Hedgerows a riot of haws and hips. The wood's shadows speak again of Hoarse Hag walking. Our lungs begin to fill with the incense of autumn. The year turns. We harvest the magics of today against tomorrow's ice. – #EmilyCBanting, 1982

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2 days ago

@JohnPaulMarney Doctor Who has always been a pulpit for the 'Woke'. Anti-war and ecological stories in the 70s? Anti-Thatcher in the 80s? Plenty more besides. What you mean is "I was a kid, it all went over my head, and I wasn't yet trained to bark whenever I heard the dog whistle"

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Hookland @HooklandGuide

3 days ago

Goodnight from Nell Peck, bleary-eyed from cutting up newspapers to make threats to post to her rivals for the title of Harvest Queen. Goodnight from Mags Palter, suddenly afraid of the dark and wishing she still had her ceramic cottage night light. Goodnight from Hookland.

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Hookland @HooklandGuide

3 days ago

Beyond English bucolic, beyond an England of chocolate box and jigsaw pictures, theres always folklore. Dissonant transmissions from then into the now. Tales of wind-whistled curses, thatch-faeries hungry for appeasement. A refusal to reduce the land to prettiness. – Dr. M. Benn

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4 days ago

Goodnight from Sadie Helm reflecting that it’s her ex-boyfriends lookout for not connecting her request for a lock of his hair and her interest in sorcery. Goodnight from Kim Ross, walking barefoot across the ford at Little Char to wash away any bad luck. Goodnight from Hookland.

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Hookland @HooklandGuide

4 days ago

Hooklanders call those days which sit on the borders of two seasons 'mara'. The time between summer and autumn is often called 'shadow-tree mara'. Folklore has it as the time when certain ancient ghosts wake in the fields and rage at the changes in the land. – #MattAdams #WOTD

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5 days ago

Goodnight from the beach at Boscove, where locals are telling the end of the summer season in the burning of driftwood beacons and certain items stolen from tourists. Goodnight from Trudy Bale, listening out for Faery bells in the hawthorn hedge. Goodnight from Hookland.

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Hookland @HooklandGuide

5 days ago

Stone pilgrims – whether archaeologist, ley hunter, lithically -entranced traveller – talk of alignments, arrangements. We project narratives from their positioning. We need to talk more of the intimate relationships they have with each other. – Dr. K. Brophy #StandingStoneSunday

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5 days ago

How do you walk a witch path? You walk with an expectation of moving through feral magics, navigating enchantment. You walk knowing your route is through an ecosystem of spirits. Each step is taken with an intent to encounter wonder. – #EmilyCBanting, 1982 #Witchcraft

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6 days ago

Goodnight from The Wayfinder’s Lantern pub, where Lewis Hicks is tracing drunken glyphs in a quarter-spilled pint of Lazarus to curse the man who jostled his arm. Goodnight from Leah Hope, sure the doctors swapped her shadow when they took her tonsils out. Goodnight from Hookland

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6 days ago

Even supplying clean water without need for buckets, no water board enjoys the veneration given to sacred wells. With their raft of obscure saints and bubbling spirits, they are folk faith connection to the land. They quench. They heal. Some are even said to speak. – Dr. M. Benn

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7 days ago

Goodnight from the desk sergeant at Malford police station, struggling to cope with bovver boys smashing up the Wimpy and multiple reports of phantom puma. Goodnight from the Sisters of the Apple, softly chanting their path into the deeps of Crook Woods. Goodnight from Hookland.