#bardic training

[river-in-the-woods]

I search for him across the barrows Where shattered bones and splintered arrows Grow in place of wilted flowers And sword hilts drip with recent showers

The stones were weeping And shadows seeping From the grey and battered grounds A spring of ancient, eerie sounds

Still I go seeking (My body, sleeping) Through ashen skies and yellowed lands All peeking through my faded hands

[abwatt]

Magic: Become an Entrant

Magic: Become an Entrant

In a recent blog post titled “This Flight from Failure“, John Michael Greer reported on the problem of failure in abstract art:

Let’s take a moment to unpack what’s being said here. Every artist in every medium has had the experience of having an artwork fail to measure up to the creative vision that inspired it. In that sense, sure, abstract art can fail. Every artist in every medium has also…

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