I will touch you
with my subconscious,
my mermaid,
snakes entwined
James Bostick
A Place of Atonement, Secrets, and Magic: Your Guide to Salem, MA
It’s a strange city filled with a mix of kitsch and magic. It’s also a pilgrimage spot or mecca for every single person who feels that they don’t "fit" within any societal molds. It’s a city of tourist-pandering exploitation with "witch city" cabs donning small decals of hook-nosed women flying past on brooms. This is off-putting to some. I see this as the bait to bring the common American to sacred ground, to look upon what we, as a country, have done to innocent people, what we still continue to do to innocent people, and force us to reevaluate the size of our hearts, to think about how we can better care for others. It’s a place of atonement and transparency. It’s working to love everyone better, and when you’re there, you’re forced to work on this too.
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5 Love Witch Inspired Items to Help You Wait Patiently for Anna Biller's next Release
So, basically, she had me at "Bluebeard." But since films, especially those created with the deliberate artistic and critical intent that Biller is known for, can take lots of time, here’s a list of items to tide you over until the big release.
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L'uomo Vogue
What Being a Caulbearer Means to Me
Finding out that I was born with the caul was like having an epiphany. I didn’t know exactly what it was as I sat in the passenger seat talking about Romanian werewolves and Frankenstein teenage girls with my mom that day, but I knew it explained something about me. It made me feel validated.
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Review of 'A Red Witch, Every Which Way' by Juliet Cook & j/j hastain
What happens when two energies collide as if they were falling stars against an inky sky? What happens when two cauldrons boil over and into each other? What happens when two spirits are provoked to write as though conjoined and based on intuition? A Red Witch, Every Which Way is that result of such syntheses. The binding of unwinding and winding again, it’s the stitching of words, pages, and spirits. It is a spell the universe hummed into two sets of ears, banged into a writing desk, bled into a pen.
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