Folk Horror Revival : Hit The North!!!

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Following on from our great day out at the British Museum last year, Folk Horror Revival has set its eyes upon the lodestar and headed north for some exciting live events this year. Keep your diaries clear for in October and December, something wicked that way comes.

We will be hitting the very merry locales of Edinburgh, Wakefield and Whitby.
Amongst the different line-ups of talks, live music, theatre and film for the events will be such fantastic fare as Mike Heron from The Incredible String Band, Inkubus Sukkubus, Folklore Tapes, Sharron Kraus, Bob Fischer, Leasungspell, Borley Rectory, Chris Lambert of the Black Meadow, The Consumptives, and many many others.

Tickets for Edinburgh and Whitby are already available, details for Wakefield Hepworth Gallery will follow in near future.

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Folk Horror Revival: The Unseelie Court

Summerhall, Edinburgh.
Sat 21 Oct 2017

Day event 10:00-17:00 / Evening event 19:30-23:00

Price: £15 per event / Buy tickets for both events and get £5 off!
Available from – www.summerhall.co.uk/event/folk-horror-revival-unseelie-court/

Full Line-Up to be revealed.
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Folk Horror Revival: Winter Ghosts. Whitby

Whitby Bookshop  – Friday 15th December: 5.30 pm
The Fleece Pub – Friday 15th December: 5.00 pm
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Rusty Shears – 11 am
The Metropole Whitby -16:00 – 22:00
Sat 16 December 2017

Available from – http://www.eventbrite.co.uk/e/folk-horror-revival-presents-winter-ghosts-2017-tickets-34484492044

* Note: Alas Mark E. Smith and Frank Sidebottom will not be at any of the events but I could not resist doing the header image

 

 

 ❤ Happy Handfasting : the first FHR wedding ❤

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On behalf of all Revivalists and the FHR Administration Cabal, we would like to extend Congratulations and our Very Best Wishes to Kat and Matt Peach on their wedlock. This is (to our knowledge) the first Folk Horror Revival wedding. ❤

Kat and Matt first met on Facebook via the Folk Horror Revival group and in time their friendship blossomed to love across the ocean. Both Kat and Matt went on to become FHR Administrators and very valued contributors to our Wyrd Harvest Press books and our British Museum event. (You may have met them greeting guests and attendees.)

In addition to FHR and that loving business, Kat and Matt have worked together creatively within the music spheres as Wandering Eldar, The Stone Tapes and the force behind Hare’s Breath Records

Blessings and Best Wishes to you both.  ❤

If any other Revivalists have found love through our group, please let us know over at – www.facebook.com/groups/folkhorror/

The Wyrd Kalendar – The August Mix

The Kalendar Heath is ready to be explored this August, but beware, the willows are on the move.

Celebrate Lammas with the likes of Magnet, The Owl Service, Beacon Street Union, Bebel Gilberto, The Tiger Lilies, Love, Clinic, Carole King, Funkadelic, Hall and Oates, Grizzly Bear, Kingston Trio, Micky Newbury, Jacco Gardner, Julie London, David Cain, Lost Trail, The The and Isla Cameron.

This month’s exploration of the Kalendar Heath includes extracts from this month’s short story "The Weeping Will Walk" written and performed by Chris Lambert. The story will be published as part of "Wyrd Kalendar" a collection of 12 short stories written by Chris Lambert and illustrated by Andy Paciorek to be published in October 2017.

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Winter Ghosts – tickets available now from Here

Review: this is not a picture

this is not a picture by Howard David Ingham

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this is not a picture is a collection of eight short ghost stories, by Howard Ingham of these here parts, probably best known to revivalists for his excellent series of film reviews, We Don’t Go Back. The tales here are linked by pieces of art – a photograph, a TV play, a song – each of which is central to the plot.

Of the stories here, the one that stands out as being of most interest to folk horror fans is “The Austringer (1969)”, which revolves around a lost BBC play, bringing to mind the once seen and now half-remembered, haunting quality the likes of Penda’s Fen and Robin Redbreast had before being made accessible again by BFI re-releases. The tale cuts back and forth between the unscrupulous collector who unearths a copy from a deceased acquaintance’s collection and the play itself, with the two inevitably meeting. The excerpts from the TV play are particularly spot on, evoking the atmosphere of the supernatural plays of the era.

My personal favourite is “An envelope”, where a man grieving for his disappeared girlfriend comes into possession of an envelope full of polaroids depicting horrifying scenes, seemingly from a parallel reality where something has gone very wrong. Each photograph is described in detail, sketching a horrific world, leaving you to fill in the details with your worst nightmares. It’s made all the weirder by the fact that it was written in the author’s sleep, like he unconsciously tapped into some horrendous parallel world. More speculative horror than folk horror perhaps, but deeply unsettling.

The striking thing about this collection is its humanity, the way the characters relate to each other and the world around them, indeed one of the tales – “So I caught up with Dennis” – derives much of its uneasiness from a changed relationship between two old friends. No matter how weird the situation is, the characters and their actions always remain believable.

A thoroughly engaging collection of tales. You can pick up a copy here.

Review by Scott Lyall

Review: The Eyrie

The Eyrie by Thom Burgess, illustrated by Barney Bodoano

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New folk horror-themed graphic novel The Eyrie draws on the folklore of author Thom Burgess’ native Sussex. It follows Rebecca, an American photo-journalist, who is sent to a remote part of Sussex on a job by her boss, staying in his old country house. Before she sets off to the local pub, she lights an old lamp she finds, to guide her home, and this signals to… something. Before long, she’s plagued by mysterious events: banging on her door in the middle of the night, devices losing power, mysterious figures turning in photographs, and terrifying, not quite human apparitions.

Compelling and eerie right from the start with its foreboding landscapes, The Eyrie is unsettling enough even before the supernatural elements coming creeping in. Once summoned, things escalate to the dreadful (in the best sense of the word) climax in a fashion that will make you feel almost relieved once the full horror of the situation is revealed.

Barney Bodoano’s gritty black-and-white art complements the atmosphere, encapsulating the bleak landscapes perfectly, with half seen figures in the mist adding to the menace.

One of the great things about the folk horror revival isn’t just looking back at the classics of the genre, but seeing the influence of them in contemporary works, and with its tale of coastal folklore, ancient objects and troubled locations, The Eyrie inevitably brings to mind MR James, but updated for a world where isolation can be conveyed by a lack of phone signal, and the encroachment of the weird by corrupted digital photographs.

Overall, this is a thoroughly enjoyable and creepy tale. If you’re a fan of the weird and eerie, well worth getting hold of.

Copies can be ordered at www.theeyrie.bigcartel.com.

Review by Scott Lyall.

The Wyrd Kalendar – The July Mix

It is July.

It is time to venture onto the Kalendar Heath again. Let the heat of these songs enfold you as Jim Moon reads extracts from this month’s story “Grotto Day” (written by Chris Lambert as part of “Wyrd Kalendar” due for publication in October).

This month’s mix contains music by Goldfrapp, Terry Reid, Uriah Heep, David Cain, Be Bop Deluxe, Gordon Lightfoot, John Stewart, Laura Veirs, Roger Waters, Sesame Street, Nick Nicely, Slim Dusty, Velvet Opera and Soundgarden.

She is Time

She is Time …

A giantess

A dwarf

A bear

A bird

Mother sister daughter all

Originator and child born

Wondrous

Awful

Tender

Harsh

Caressing – “You still have Time my love, my beloved one.”

“No Time left – Hurry you wicked child!”

I have avoided her presence.

I have acknowledged it too.

Youth or innocence or stupidity

Wisdom or just older and old age coming and then …

“I wasn’t really so ugly after all.”

Day after day and hour after hour of self criticism.

Now looking back

I beg you, “Let me make myself again!”

Help me form from clay instead of skin containing organs blood and bone.

Help me become an uncontaminated version of me

Instead of influence bombarding and impinging from all directions.

But Time will do what she wants and leaves me to learn.

Gives me precious gifts as well as throwaway baubles that will remain until infinity – Signs of me that were.

The passing of –

Who I am

Who we all are

What we learn

How to be.

Make the most of it.

Don’t waste time or do waste some time

Sometimes –

From time to time stop and

Feel and appreciate every moment of … but …

Best laid plans.

The past rises up in black and white or technicolour shards.

Puzzle together

Manufacture memory

Did it happen?

All a part of you.

Primordial – before time, before building began

Past, present, future – all times.

Hauntings, soaked and seeped into the walls the floors, the earth.

The words, the sighs, the emotions, the pleasures, the pains.

Mine mingle into the sediment of all others who came before me and those that will come.

Haunting me from the future as well as the past.

Thoughts, realities, fantasies, plans and ambitions unrealized, regretted, yearned for –

Unique and mine a part of everything that was and is.

Foolish, brave, meek, timid, strong.

All of these cycling

Who and what potential there was and is to be …

In the past in the present, in the future, in the “non” time

Just the “am” just “is” just “be” time

Would you live differently?

Reincarnation, what animal will you be?

Heaven, hell, purgatory?

Please let me –

Reclaim my self from time reclaim my fresh plump and tighter skin,

Like a lizard let me shed my tarnished and webbed self.

You are cruel but I understand.

My face, my body, my thought, is witness to evermore.

My life with others, everything I saw, everything I wanted, tasted, everything experienced – everything even wickedness.

Where in the ridges of lives does she settle?

Which cracks does she fall into?

Pressed under foot

Like leaves that begin to change colour, dry and wither while others remain under ice and snow, amber till spring when they will die, become part of what came before.

In the dew of the grass

The web of the spider

The speck of dust motes that float.

Day after day

Cycles of nature bring joy and sadness too, the end or fading of memories

Time so tied into every cell and twinge and hurt and joy.

Make way for her!

You can scurry out of the way and hide, for now, don’t think of her passing.

Hide your eyes!

Recoil from her!

But better to move toward her and welcome the shadow she throws down over you.

She is an unavoidable presence enveloping you with her wings.

A large bird is time with a wing span covering all and felt everywhere

Manufactured in factories

Forged in metal

Grown from the soil

Born from a tender nest and fed and nurtured

Created from mystery – the beginning of everything.

She takes from me without my consent

Wild and powerful and strong Time.

I feel her shadow.

She is near.

She will take me

When she is ready.

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​Words and Picture (C) Carmit Kordov

Carmit is an administrator of the Folk Horror Revival Facebook group. Her poetry has appeared in Corpse Roads , a Wyrd Harvest Press book.

Please visit Carmit Kordov Words and Pictures for more poetry, photography, writing and cultural content that veers towards Magic Realism.

Wyrd Harvest Press – Charity Donation Midsummer 2017

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The votes have been cast and counted. For this season’s charity donation from sales of our books, Nottinghamshire Wildlife Trust’s Dormice Hedge Fund is the worthy recipient of £355.78

Thank you to those who voted and especially to those who bought our books. In addition to being damn fine reads and essential items for all fans of folk horror and related fields, every penny of profit from the book sales will continue to be given to different Wildlife Trust environmental projects  

Buy our books here (more titles in planning and production)
http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/andypaciorek

Support the Wildlife Trusts also here – http://www.wildlifetrusts.org/appeals

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