Arcana

Ziggurats of Europe -Monte d’Accoddi on Sardinia, and the hill of Ulaca in Spain-I climb you like a five-sunned Aztec, recalling the Peak of Arar in Iran, its roots binding the waters below and the sun above; Yggdrasil, nourished by the well of Urd, and tended by the Norns, but perpetually gnawed by the giant rodent Ratatosk. One day, Yggdrasil will topple, and with it the world.


Where Mt Torro rises at the centre of Menorca, taula sanctuaries were hefted up to invoke the Horned God, huge megalithic Tau-pedestals rising from the isle of tornados and torrents,where the bull’s life-force throbs through the world; from the Horns of Consecration at Knossos to the Grampian stone circles’ horned altars; and in the bullrings of Spain the matador prances, crowned with the Phrygian cap of Mithras.


At the Roche aux Fées in Brittany, hunched in grand sullen reverie, mythical beast skeleton, in this landscape of architectural rigour, signed by stone axe and shepherd’s crook, I feel the music in the hands of the avital builders who loved and understood and collaborated with this land. Here stands the prehistoric maker I am, the lover of life and the world!


Among the graves at Lindholm Høje in Jutland, the crossing-place,the ford of souls,with the dead in their triangles,squares, and ovals, their ships on whatever voyages the night brings,I tread a path of my own,and that is all.