An empty shop in Petty Cury with discarded mannikins photoshopped
More collages, detournments, sculptures and talismans here
An empty shop in Petty Cury with discarded mannikins photoshopped
More collages, detournments, sculptures and talismans here
Vision of a Sacred Garden
Back in February 2011 at a Pagan conference in Chester I had the good fortune to take part in a guided pathworking lead by Glennie Kindred, the author of the pagan primer “The Earth’s Cycle of Celebration” and part of the Moonshares Collective who annually produce the Earth Pathway Diary – a pagan “network and resource for Earth lovers, environmentalists, artists, writers and activists”.
On that winter afternoon in the dimly-lit hall Glennie Kindred’s soft calming voice and her drumming drew us deep into ourselves, where she encouraged us to discover and visualise our deep wishes and hopes. Some way in, I found myself immersed in green light, flickering around me like sunlight through pale fresh leaves, I drifted amongst branches creaking in the breeze, I saw and ran in a meadow, danced by a fire, lay back in long grass, gazing at ripe red fruits growing overhead. When I surfaced, still gleaming from my reverie I was handed a bowl of green slips of paper cut into leaf-shapes. I chose a leaf that looked to me like an apple tree leaf and wrote that I had dreamed of a green and magical place, a Sacred Garden to steward.
At the time I lived in a ground floor flat in a 1960s council block. Although it was a comfortable and compact apartment, it was also very square, plain and functional, a blank white box. The strip of garden was a lawn visible from the bedroom window, municipalised by default into an unexciting communal greensward. A twisty shady garden hidden away amongst thickets, like I had envisioned, seemed like a world away…read more…
Unfortunately I have been forced to suspend further blog postings in The Wall of Girls Blog-sequence as I have been sent on a DWP Work Programme. This means I shall be expected to attend a full-time two week course until I find a job. Please watch out for further posting, which hopefully will resume soon.
In the meantime, please occupy yourselves with these thoughts on life on the dole, which were written between 1997 and 2001.
Godseekers Allowance
The Truth about the Cult of St. Giro
Uncanny Experiences in the Temple of Jobcentre
Which fed to my second novel – The Muse Trap
Please also don’t forget the online serialisation of my first novel
Thee Twisted Times ov Bella Basura
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4. Kali

Visions of Kali
Kali Mati Murti Puja
Sacred Hindu image
Lurid with significance
Incomprehensible jumble
Of surreal symbols shuffles
To my Western eyes
Flitting randomly
Kali four blue arms
Third eye & bindi
Long poking tongue
Beads & necklaces strung
From the faces of dead men
Skirts of their limbs.
All her decapitated lovers.
Kali chthonic radiance.
The clammy ascetic air
Of the grave
Breathed out at sunrise.
At her feet flowers feed
On spilled blood & flesh
Flowing & clotting, both.
Sharp trident pierces the sky.
Glowing sunrise morning aura
And against the dark of
Her shimmering black hair,
The reborn and growing
Crescent moon is
Tucked behind her ear.
Kali Chandra crescent moon
Her foot hard down
On Shiva’s naked chest.
He be-cobra-ed ecstatic
Crescent moon waning
And Shri Kali moon waxing
Is premenstrual I think.
Jean Dark
2010
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3.Pele
Image by Cambridge Book Illustrator – Amanda Hall
This image has delighted and fascinated me for many years since I first bought it printed up as a greetings card. I have come to imagine the image is of the Hawaiian goddess of volcanoes – Pele. Pele is also a goddess of love, and as the somewhat Freudian cigar and phallic cactus suggest the physical nature of that love. Perhaps I am wrong, there is nothing on the card to say who is the figure in the illustration, but I like to think it’s of hot old Pele, basking under a pure blue sky, her feet in a bowl of water to cool her down. I love this picture – I’d like to be this version of Pele, with her boldly painted face and cute kiss curled hair giving her a heady, alluring appeal that I can’t take my eyes from…read more…

The Book of Baphomet by Nikki Wyrd and Julian Vayne.
(Mandrake Press 2012 ISBN 9781906958466)
In many ways this book does exactly what it says on the label. If you want to know anything about Baphomet, then this is your book, as it covers the historical origins of the name, cowled and candled in ceremonial magic, from the persecution of the Templars, through Eliphas Levi, Aleister Crowley and Death Metal to current-day Chaos Magic…read more…
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1. Cat Anna
Also called Black Annis
Image by Jenny Clarke
taken from the cover of
Leicestershire Legends retold by Black Annis
Bob Trubshaw ISBN 978 1872 883 779)
Deep in the Dane Hills area of Leicester there is said to be a dark dank cave inhabited by a terrifying woman-creature known as Cat Anna. Her skin is blue, her hair is matted unkempt fur, her fingernails are blood-blacken claws, her tongue long long and sandpaper rough, she is naked apart from a girdle made of babies-skulls…read more...
Goddesses, Heroines and Role Models 
Overview
Bella Basura’s “The Wall of Girls” is an evolving site-specific installation of prints, photographs & postcards that has been following me around and building up volume for many years. Acquiring new images and losing others each and every time I move house.
In the past three years “The Wall of Girls” has been dismantled and re-assembled five times. As if my concept of womanhood is in flux.
My most recent move happened the weekend before last, and the girls were down, transported and back on the wall overlooking my writing desk within two days. I need them there. They are my barometer of myself.
Have no doubt , they will be edited, moved around and settled in over the next few months, just as I will become solidified, consolidated and celebratory. Thankful for the stillness.
I offer this projected sequence of blogs to be a snapshot-memoria to “The Wall of Girls 2013 – Goddesses, Heroines and Role Models”.
I’ve added a new ‘construct’ to my Gallery – Bella’s Bestiary
Here – Biodegradable Skulls
More to follow…
Steve Moore’s Somnium is a rare and affecting novel where all is not as it seems…finally completed five years ago, drawn from decades of detailed personal dream diaries, the book was published by Mark Pilkington’s Strange Attractor Press …the plot-line is a compelling mobius strip, without formal chapters. As layers of story within story, dream within dream, book within book are built up and burnished, the hard outlines between author, writer and fictional character meld and coalesce…for me, Moore’s prose is exquisite and alluring, swelling with subtlety and suggestion, and it will bear repeated reading.
“May not the stars be plucked and set into a sparkling crown? The tails of comets wove into a scarf that trails all sequinated through the sky?” (from Somnium by Steve Moore)
I say, the curling smoke-ring arabesques of dream-webs may be retted, carded and spun into black thread words on the white virgin sheets of a book. Only to unfurl and unravel again, speechlessly settling inside the moonlight of my imagination. Steve Moore’s novel tells me this much, at least, is possible.
A full version of Jean Dark’s review of Somnium by Steve Moore is printed in the latest copy of Pentacle Magazine.
Other Book reviews by Jean Dark may be found here
Jean Dark
13th August 2012