Wild God trails and half-world journeys

As some of you may have noticed, December saw a flurry of attention for the poem ‘Sometimes a Wild God.’ I’m really not sure quite what happened, but I know that facebook was heavily involved. The site went from getting about 250 views each week to almost 20,000 just before Christmas. Yes, 20,000. Thankfully, we’re back down to about 100 a day now. Phew.

Perhaps it was the solstice, perhaps it was some fortuitous conjunction of the outer stars. Perhaps it’s just a mystery and that’s that, but I’m glad – there’s nothing that feeds a writer’s self-belief more than having lots of people from all over the world saying how much they like the writer’s work. And – in the wake of four years’ studying and a distinct lack of soul-nourishing-deep-water-poetry-inspiring time, for all that I’ve managed to drag up the occasional word-nugget from the poetry-veins deep beneath Black Mountain – that praise, my friends, has been like nectar. I’ve begun writing again and paying more attention to the poetry than I have in a long time. Thank you all for your kind words and for spreading the Wild God words in your circles.

One of the delights of this attention has been that a few people have used Sometimes  a Wild God as a departure point for their own work or given readings of the poem at a variety of events over the last few months. There are probably many more than I’ve heard about, so do get in touch if you’re aware of any funky doings based on the poem, but here are just a couple that have crossed my path. I’d intended to gather a whole compendium of Wild God happenings, but time and the pressure of an imminent journey have proved too much for me. There are some other related projects in the pipeline that I can’t tell you more about yet (a stage production based on the poem, for example, something that’s been brewing for over a year now, or the band in the States that are using Sometimes a Wild God in the liner notes of their next album…) and more things to come, such as the book of the poem that Rima and I are planning to put out later in the year, but here’s a couple of Wild God offerings for you to peruse as you will…

Just before Christmas, I came across this reading of the poem by Mark Lewis. I didn’t know about it until Terri Windling (a local artist, writer and blogger who some of you will know already) told me about it in passing, assuming I knew. It was the first time I’d heard my work in someone else’s voice, which is a mighty strange experience, but it’s done well and I enjoyed hearing it.

More recently, Jinn Bugg wrote to ask if I’d mind if she used the poem as a springboard for a series of photographs with Ron Whitehead as the model. Mind? I was delighted. You can see some of the pictures here  and more in her facebook album. I see prog-heathen album covers galore in this series – contact details are on her page

Sometimes a Wild God - He Does Not Know the Ways of Porcelain - photo by Jinn Bugg, words by Coyopa
‘He Does Not Know the Ways of Porcelain’ by Jinn Bugg

Yesterday we left our blue-eyed lurcher and our Devon home to begin two months of much-needed holiday in New Zealand, where Rima has family. Today, we’re in London and tonight we fly. I can’t quite believe it, as proper holidays are definitely something that other people have, but our tickets seem to be real and our suitcases are definitely made of more than dreams, so it appears that we will actually soon be off.

Eyes see the world differently at times of arrival or departure. Looking out over the Dartmoor landscape yesterday, preparing to leave it for two months, I saw the land as if I had been seeing it only dimly for months. What a land it is! I shall miss it and will miss seeing the still point of Winter turning to the miracle of Spring’s first heartbeat. I shall miss our incredible community and our home, and Macha. But, I think, somehow, I’ll struggle on…

Struggles on stoically...


18 thoughts on “Wild God trails and half-world journeys

  1. Sent by Celestine and the Hare, I am happy to have found the reading of your poem. May we all hope that a wild god will find our door and table before much more time evaporates. It is a moving poem. Congratulations on the book. Wishing you much success.

  2. As I read Wild God I thought … this is my new Christmas poem. I’m not a Christian and having been with Robert Frost s But God’s Own Descent for years, I am delighted. How great to have a way into the Jesus myth for this pagan.

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