Gathered Knowledge

When our streets are green again

by John McGrath

And when our streets are green again
When metalled roads are green

And girls walk barefoot through the weeds
Of Regent Street, St. Martin’s Lane

And children hide in factories
Where Burdock bloom and Vetch and rust.

And Elms and Oaks and Chestnut trees
Are tall again and hope is lost

When up The Strand foxes glide
And hedgehogs sniff and wildcats yell

And golden Orioles come back
To flash through Barnes and Clerkenwell

When governments and industries
Lie choked by weeds in fertile rain

For sure the few who stay alive
Will laugh and grow to love again

Where the mind is without fear

by Rabindranath Tagore from Gitanjali

Where the mind is without fear

And the head is held high;

Where knowledge is free;

Where the world has not been broken up into fragments

by narrow domestic walls;

Where words come out from the depth of truth;

Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection;

Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way

into the dreary desert sand of habit;

Where the mind is led forward by thee

into ever widening thought and action –

Into that heaven of freedom,

Father, let my country awake.

The Voyage of the Arctic Tern

by Hugh Montgomery

The Jesters sometimes make their way
Past Wembury beach to Heybrook Head,
And in these places sift the sands
With patience, through their gentle hands,
In hope of finding on the shore
Some scarps of silver washed ashore:
Return, though, laughing if the beach
Has kept its treasure out of reach.

And if you take a stroll one day,
You too can walk to Heybrook Bay.
But if you search all day and find
No more than shells, then never mind.
It’s not just fools, but wise men too
Who know to value what is true:
The warmth of friendship – that’s the best,
Worth more than any treasure chest.

Weather Lore

Clouds flying in different directions, at different speeds and heights, foretell heavy rain.

Clouds sailing against the wind = rain

Clouds descending over hills = rain.

Clouds rising over hills = dry.

Rooks flying low = rain.


Crowley’s Dinner Grace

Knock on the table, in the pattern 3, 5, 3.

Say: “Do what thou wilt shall be the Whole of the Law.”
Reply: “What is thy Will?”
“It is my will to eat and drink”
“To what end?”
“That my body may be fortified thereby.”
“To what end?”
“That I may accomplish the Great Work.”
“Love is the Law, Love under Will.”

Knock once more.

“Fall to…”

Some Kind Moot

(to be sung)

by Penelope Sayles


Latin of the Finding

Per monstra ad astra – the Gods have placed the Monster on the path to the Idea.

Pluuia defit, causa Christiani sunt – It’s raining again, it must be the Christians’ fault.

Fearsome Email

“Hi, it’s me.

Look, I don’t know how to tell you this best. The fact is, it has started. It is begun.

You won’t hear about it for weeks in the papers, if I know how they work. But it has definitely started. Look around – you’ll see the cracks appearing – just look around, and feel inside yourself too.

Get out now. Get out, with what you need, right now. Tell your loved ones, and take them with you. There is no more time here. It has begun.

From a friend.”

Herbs in the Bedroom

The room fumigated by burning the fruit and leaves of bramble.

Verbena, Marjoram, Meadowsweet, Mint, Thyme, Valerian and Violet – sacred to Venus

Basil and Broom – sacred to Mars

Use the 4th finger of the left hand to stir pot pourri

Perfume sheets with Marjoram

Put Verbena in pillows

Mandrake at the bed-head




Are the clothes in the wash dirty, and the clothes on your back clean?
Or are the clothes in the wash clean, and those on your back dirty?


I have a bed, but I do not sleep in it.
I have no legs, but I run.
I am without money, but what I have is held in banks
What am I?


What is better than all the Gods and Ancestors,
Worse than the cruellest, greediest human leader,
Always being eaten by dead men,
And eaten by the living as they slowly die?