Paganistan: Notes from the Secret Commonwealth

In Which One Midwest Man-in-Black Confers, Converses & Otherwise Hob-Nobs with his Fellow Hob-Men (& -Women) Concerning the Sundry Ways of the Famed but Ill-Starred Tribe of Witches.

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For Which

 For Which

For which we braved the pyre,

the noose, the gelder’s knife. For which

we will give anything, and have, and do.

A good: so natural a good, self-evidently

best and truest, which by its nature transforms

everything. The truth which gives the lie

to anything that stands against it, and so much

stands against it. For which we die, and have,

 and will. Which, once experienced, must prove

inexorably that book and church and god

are wrong. For which they hate and murder us,

and have, and will. From which we cannot

and we must not turn, knowing as we do

that this, and only this, can save the world.

 

 

 

 

 

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Poet, scholar and storyteller Steven Posch was raised in the hardwood forests of western Pennsylvania by white-tailed deer. (That's the story, anyway.) He emigrated to Paganistan in 1979 and by sheer dint of personality has become one of Lake Country's foremost men-in-black. He is current keeper of the Minnesota Ooser.

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