The book of the poem by Tom Hirons, with illustrations by Rima Staines.
Lithograph-printed for high quality on 100% recycled paper (140gsm internal, 280gsm Kraft cover) in England, by Calverts, a workers' co-op, this is the first production from Hedgespoken Press.
The book is A6 size (4.2″x5.9″) and has 32 inner pages, with 6 beautiful internal black-and-white illustrations.
This is a beautiful little book from an independent publisher. The contents are an illustrated poem. The words & the drawings will touch your heart and reconnect you to your wilderness.
Perfect thing to read while sitting by a fire, sipping scotch (or mead), & listening to Jethro Tull.
Aha, tas "tuk, tuk!" var atskanēt negaidīti, un tas Dievs, kas palūrēs pa atslēgas caurumiņu, var izrādīties gana traks. Jo Viņš runā ar putniem un iedzer varbūt ne tikai vīnu. Ļoti neliela grāmatiņa, kuru palīdzēs saprast Jura Rubeņa rakstītais priekšvārds.
I have read this poem over and over and over, probably more times than any other poem. It is one of my all time favourites. It has many personal meanings to me and I feel there is some kind of energetic transmission in the words -thats just crazy ole me though. I want to get the poster and make a little shrine in my house somewhere I love it so much.
I love this little wild incantation poem that reads like an adult version of Where the Wild Things Are. It celebrates the wildness in each of us that we may have forgotten yet need a gentle reminder of from time to time. At once awkward and lyrical, weirdly familiar and oddly comforting, it is a poem I will return to again and again.
Absolutely essential reading for husbands, sons and lovers! Every boy needs to be given a copy of this as a rite of passage! Wonderful and dangerous and salvation. And there is a fabulous recording of an Irish woman out there on soundcloud that is beyond sensational!
'When the wild god arrives at the door, / You will probably fear him.'
This beautifully produced, illustrated and written book was a gift from a good friend. Its message is simple: reconnect with the natural world and reconnect with yourself. Everything else is noise.
I discovered this poem... I can't recall where. It crept into my life when I wasn't looking and waited quietly to be acknowledged. It is raw and feral and gentle and kind.
So many books, poems, songs, chants, and other offerings to the Goddess are swirling around us all the time. But the offerings to the Wild God are fewer and further between. This is a gift. Something you can tuck into your pocket and take with you. Something to remind us that our journey is going to be messy and bloody, far from tidy and straightforward.
a poem that holds a weird charm over me. when reading it my chest feels heavy, my throat thick. unexplainable and involuntary. this is the nature of poetry: to exorcise these responses, to wrap them in a warm cloak and nurse them goodnight.
Nick Cave’s Wild God brings me to Tom Hiron’s Wild God. Now I read through comments written by strangers on Hiron’s site, spotify has made a lucky stumble playing Strangers by the Kinks at just the write moment.
A poem worth its notoriety. But man the poetry in these comments!
Short, but powerful and thought-provoking work and beautifully written. What have we lost or neglected by shutting ourselves away in our little suburban lives? The wild god breaks through the concrete and plastic and forces us to face our true elemental selves, but will we listen or continue to turn away?
Kaut kas šajā atdzejojumā ir. Lasīju vairāk reizes līdz sapratu, kas notiek stāstījumā. Mirstīgais satiekas ar Dievu, skatoties aci pret aci uz nāvi, iespējams piedzīvoja uz mirkli un atgriezās atpakaļ pie dzīvajiem. Dievs šeit nav apgarots, un viss varens.
I have read this poem many times. The imagery and the disturbing music created by the words are beautiful and thought provoking. The poem speaks to something old in our souls.