what's he building in there

new rules, same as the old rules

october, november, december

intermediate reading

"When I first caught sight of the girl, i didn't believe she was real. I thought it was a mirage, or maybe some kind of Brocken spectre, one of those tricks of the light or the gloaming that hill walkers tell you about. I mean, what else could I think ? One moment, I was alone and then, suddenly, she was there, walking beside me, step for step, through the wet peat. She had her head down - she didn't look at me, not once - but she knew I was there. She knew I was there from the first - and that was why her head was down, because I was there. She didn't want to look at me, she was desperately trying to pretend I wasn't there - and it came to me, why I cannot begin to think, but it came to me that she was frightened. I frightened her. And, God knows, she frightened me too - but what frightened me most, at that moment, was her fear. Because, at that moment, as we walked in step through the driving rain, I felt like a monster, or an apparition. "

- John Burnside/ The Deer Larder

See that? From witnessing an apparition to becoming one, in one paragraph. No-one is real, we are all ghosts.

"Let your dream in this terrestrial life be, that you are standing in a temple, and God is  all that you see, all you desire. "

- Arthur van Schendel/ Of Courtly Love and Beauty

Becoming The Forest

Honoured to have been able to contribute to this most luxurious of zines, Una Hamilton Helle's & Lotte Brown's exploration into aspects folkloric, Black-Metallic & otherwise of the forest  - 'Becoming The Forest.' My presence in this magnificent volume was requested through the gracious intercession of Amelia Ishmael, to whose prose-poem "Here the repellent harpies make their nests" my contribution offers humble accompaniment ( it also inspired a full-blown visual adaptation that has yet to find a home for publication ).

Get your copy of BTF here:

http://becomingtheforest.bigcartel.com/

tributary

 New for old; found this in some old folder, posted on here before & known to subscribers to the old Blackbook: a few pages of trying-to-wrap-my-head-around M. John Harrison's impeccably written & constructed Anima. All text used without permission. Because i am a millionaire, i laugh at cease & desist orders with the careless ferocity of the filthy rich.

keep seeing white people everywhere

A late but welcome review of my White People effort from a few years back, by mr. Longhorn of the superior Supernatural Tales blog & magazine:

http://suptales.blogspot.nl/2017/05/the-white-people.html

& the inimitable Rob Clough, reviewer for The Comics Journal, wrote an insightful overview of my output ( obscure zines included) leading up to and circa The White People on his own High Low Comics blog:

http://highlowcomics.blogspot.nl/2017/05/variations-on-theme-ibrahim-r-ineke.html

WJNMN Redux

Selection of distastefully coloured versions of the WJNMN drawings prepared for a reading of the text by Elfie Tromp.