ALEXANDRIA
Also by Paul Kingsnorth
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The Real England: The Battle Against the Bland
One No, Many Yeses
PAUL KINGSNORTH
ALEXANDRIA
A Novel
Graywolf Press
Copyright © 2020 by Paul Kingsnorth
First published in 2020 by Faber & Faber Ltd, London
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I was still in the womb when I dreamed this singing. It was given me by the Ravens. Now I am a man but have not forgotten it. I dreamed it before I ever was born. If I had been born when I dreamed it, I would have forgotten it. No, I did not learn it from other Mohaves, and I did not hear any of them sing it. In fact, no one else sings like this, for it was I that dreamed it myself.
Pamich, Mohave poet, 1903
Hwaet synt nu þæs foremeran þæs wisan goldsmiðes ban Welondes?
Boethius, De Consolatione Philosophiae,
Old English translation, c.900
/ sfia ~ woman becoming
i remember circle at me first blood, ah. then i was young.
there were more of us then, seven womyn, all circled in fenn nekid and needeep in blak Water.
mother comin to me and i in centre of them all, and shivered.
it is time between Dog and Wulf and Sky is closin over. mother comin from Land where fyr is lighted and sayin then to me and to womyn:
look up, see. She comes.
across eye blu Sky, wide like Sea, comes now great dark shape, roilin bank of blak storm cloud movin steady over. and Land growin dark and Waters and me legs in Waters cold now, and i can not feel me feet.
mother holds me now nekid in Water, she has one hand over me hart and one hand on me bak, and it seems cord joins both her hands through me body.
then mother callin to Sky where dark now is rollin above us like great wave and Birds fallin still.
Lady, she calls. great Lady wite Lady green Lady. great mother who is called Bree is called Erce is called Dine is called Maeri. enter in to body of this girl, take her blood and make her woman.
and circle callin, make her woman!
and womyn now closin in on me, womyn comin to me closin circle runnin hands softly over me body, sniffin me all over me body, smellin now scent of woman.
and dark bank of cloud then darkness, above now movin like storm wave, sudden becomin darkness in me. and now me body me lungs limbs soul mind is filled with some great risin colour and some great fallin dark, and where they meet is where mothers hands joinin through me very hart with cord of green that now is spiral, is gyre, windin through and bindin me to darkness above to ground below to all that was and will be to Clay to Birds to Greenrok to me body, womans body now, and to wild wite Lady of all Erth.
and i am Erth now, i am all things and and
and me nees shake and i can not feel me feet and me blood is runnin down me legs and in to cold cold Water.
and i cry then in some voice that is not mine, i cry, terror! terror! o mother mother what is this i am afeart!
and mother then she takes me in her arms she embraces me, she holds me then like true mother, and i am soft in her arms, she holds me above Waters so i do not fall and in to me ear, gentle like blossom, she whispers:
you should be.
SIKKEL MOON
/ lorenso
at moorin post she opens her robe and takes me right hand and placin it on her breast.
she held it there and lookin in me eyes, and her face is open like Sea.
i want to remember, she says.
and then: you are so cold.
its hard to keep standin with softness and warmth of her, with all hardness and softness of her in me one hand and through me.
come with me, i say. come!
she smiled. some times face she wears for others softens and dissolves and underneath is some unruined thing, some child no longer sharp against all edges.
keep your hand there, she said. just keep it.
he will not find us, i say, he doesnt know.
why are you so cold, she asked. it is warm night.
you will grow old, i said then. i was burnin, me body fyr. your skin will be wite and hang like vines in holt, every thing will hang down, you will be pulled bak to Clay!
ah, she says, stop.
there will be deth patches on me hands, i say, me hair will come out, you will be crippled, dried, barren. all shame of deth, all of your beauty. we could go!
i love you, i said, and words bring out unruined thing in her like Birds bring out Sun.
he wont know, i said, it is not far, i know way. he wont follow.
she held me hand, still on her breast.
just stand, she said. just touch me.
/ canto ~ the bird reign
Bak then
Land was Land
Sea was Sea
There was no meetin
No meetin
Wite Cloud come between them
Blak Lightnin come between them
None could pass through
Bak then
No thing moved on Land
No thing moved in Sea
Only in Sky was life
In Sky moved Birds
First of all things
Cumrant watched from Greenrok
Cumrant waited for Blak Lightnin
When it broke
He flew
He flew
Through Wite Cloud
He flew
From Sea to Land
He flew
Hearin sound Sea made
As she longs for Land
Hearin sound Land made
As he longs for Sea
He come down
Bak then
Land awoke
What is this? cries Rook
Deoful said Cro
Grendel says Morrun
Beast said Robyn
Brother says Hern
Hern flyin with Cumrant
Bak through Wite Cloud to Sea
Hearin sound Sea made as she longs for Land
It is so he said
It is so
/ sfia
; he told me he loved me and his words burnin, and his eyes burnt also and he puts his hand on me, over me hart.
i held his hand on me and he said he loved me but it was not me he loved, it was this moment of lovin. he loves what burns, his world is shaped from his seein of it, all his world is shape of inside of his hart. his love is that shape bendin in to sudden ungiven pattern. then he sees world outside his seein, world which moves without and beyond, and then he soars like Birds.
i knew he would fall. i have seen him fall before with others, at their feet and then away, but for now he is man full of love who can never love, and bendin stress on all his bones makin him fyr as he touched me.
i love you, he says, and speakin it he meant it like he never meant any thing. i am strummin with heat of his skin on mine, shape of his hand.
nothin lasts, he says, but it could.
holdin his hand gently under me robe, pressin it to me. i could not wish he were any other thing.
come with me, he said. come to Alexandria.
/ canto ~ the bird reign
Sea longs for Land says Hern
Land longs for Sea said Cumrant
Their love is eaten
By Wite Cloud and Blak Lightnin
We must call our brothers
Bak then
Birds gathered on Greenrok
Ganit come
Seer Water come
Gol come
Petrol come
All Birds gathered on Greenrok
Come then Altros
Lord of Sea
Come then Altros to Greenrok to speak
Come then Altros and speakin words:
Sea sings song of joinin
Land sings song of joinin
Let them be joined
Birds must eat Wite Cloud
Birds must eat Blak Lightnin
Many will die in this war
And our bodies will fall in to Sea
And our bodies will fall on to Land
And our spirits will swim in Waters
And move in fenn and holt
And from this war shall come joinin
And True World shall be made
True World shall be made
/ yrvidian’s Dreaming
nine hunnerd years gone. chained by nek all with golden chains. now wings. eighteen long arms come up from Water now. seventeen wite, one blak.
they are comin bak.
names beyond light, i see light now, far off but soon. one blak, look it has gone down again, under. now risin before me wings out, red head and all this great cross against light in light so wite now.
nine hunnerd years chained under Tree but now words are broken, they are free, yes, and bak and i will not see what they bring but it will come. you know, you both know. you both have seen this.
light now so bright and comin. do you remember word for them? i have lost name of these things. long wite neks comin up from Water. what are they? in their blak eyes all upon me. yes, and light now all upon me all upon me now and i am light now. i am light.
from deep, from below, chained, broken now, ended. broken and ended.
what is this?
name them.
name them.
/ canto ~ war of the first gods
Bak then
Birds ate Blak Lightnin
Birds ate Wite Cloud
War was fought for thousand years
Many dyin
And their bodies went in to Land and Sea
Land and Sea
Then Wite Cloud lifted
And Blak Lightnin died away
Sea saw Land
Land saw Sea
And Lovers joined
Joined
And bodies of Birds become Tree and Clay
And spirits of Birds become Ratt and Focs
And Ele and Dog Fish
And Fli and Skwill
And Codd and Stor Fish
And Man
And Man
/ mother
sixfore summers i have been here. each summer of me life i have lived in this place that was many lives old when i come. great Cloyster was already eons old when i come here, great and blak and green and creepin. circlin place, Bird Poles, Long Hall, Lady Chappel, all old when i was birthed. in this place where fenn meets holt i have grown and seein much.
how many folk was here when i was girl? could be thirty. even this last year there was sixteen folks. then red one came. now we are seven, and old yrvidian, oldest of us, he is not long for Erth. then we will be six folks. it is not enough. i do me work as mother, i lead me flok, but it is not enough.
where are others of our Order, in other places, in other lands? from torr we hear nothin, from encross nothin, from green isle, from north, nothin. we hear from no others now.
are we last of all?
so small we are now, so shrunk, and all so quiet. and now, when all seems to be endin, it comes. Dream our Order has waited for for eons, for hunnerds of years. Dream that old tales said would come when all was turnin, when all was to end and begin again.
Swans.
yrvidian has walked in Dreamin longer than any. he Dreams through Sun and Moon, seein all things clere. he is master of seven planes and forefold vision. when yrvidian Dreams, we all are silent and listnin, for he Dreams true.
i know what this means. all here, all folks, knows old words. all will change now. we who are so few, we must hold on here. we must do our work. stalker is still in holt, red one circles us, watchin, waits. he will wait as long as he must. he will not leave us until he is done.
Swans come to us. red one comes to us.
we must stand on our ground.
/ canto ~ the coming of Sir Pent
Bak then
All Land was holt
All holt was wights
Man and Dear
Focs and Brok
Line and Wulf
Catt and Bore
As one in peace
In peace
But one was broke
At True Worlds makin
One blak beast
Low and creepin
Deep in holt is great World Tree
At its roots
Curlin, windin
Still, silent
Breathin low:
Old Sir Pent
Now old Sir Pent
Wakin slow
Windin up
Around roots
Through Clay
In to air
Callin now
Callin quiet:
Man
Man
Come to me
For I bring gifts
/ father
i do not want to go.
i am not young. all me life i have seen our Order comin down all round. it could be we are last. red one is in holt, he has eaten in to us and he will come bak soon. he watches. he will finish us if he can.
i do not want to go. mother and i, we have worked to hold this together. i do not want to leave them while he circles. i do not want to travel so far. i am old. i would rest.
but mother has spoken.
three hunnerd years ago, we are taught, first folk from our Order comin to this place, to this long island in fenns that was called Edg by folk of Atlantis before Waters risin. our folk come and settled and plantin here great Cloyster, hedge of Yoo and Horn and Bow as is done in our Order. plant great Cloyster in circle, within it place Chappel to Lady and Long Hall for gathrin and sleepin. within Cloyster, followin its green circle, raise Poles, one every year in shape of Bird seen by he who is chosen as Dreamer. in this way does our Order live in all places in this green world. body, Erth, skin, Clay, feet, roots, all in circle. in service to Her.
in this way do we stand against him.
last even i am sittin in Long Hall with mother, we two old and with heavy weights on us. i would sit here listnin to Birds callin, feelin air shift as Sun goin west. but i must listen instead to mother.
we must warn them, she says. we must warn them he is in h
olt again.
they know, i said. they are not fools, mother.
Swans, she says. Swans, father! since we first come to Edg they waited for this. it is given to us, father, to see them return. Us!
perhaps.
it is Dreamt, father, thus it is so. it is Dreamt and so you know your work.
i am old, mother. we are both old now.
you are called, father. Lady wills it. it is your work. go to Greenrok, listen to Birds, bring their speakin bak to me. then i will say what is to be done. it is on us now, father. we must stand.
/ sfia
at moorin post we were lyin on dek by Waters and they move around us. Waters can see, hear us. fenn is minded, knowin, watches. when i am lyin by fenn with lorenso i would like to be in Atlantean days when only humans could see, when we thought for brief time we could make world in our shape. i would like not to be seen, not heard, if only for moment. lorenso and i, alone here. if Birds were only Birds, all seein would be some thing strange.
i am sitting with me bak against moorin post, he is lyin with his head on me lap, me fingers in his hair strokin, me other hand on his chest. his shirt was open, his chest fine, lean. i move me fingers slow over his skin, up, down, along.
do not say it again, i said, that is all.
he says but, and me hand moved then from his hair to his mouth and covrin it.
no, i say, do not. we are what we are, we are Clay and wight, we are our bodies, what you speak of is beyond all planes, it is broken. you want me, but you can never have me there.
then we are still under Sikkel Moon, blu in dark dome of it all. he is still, only breathin, feels me hands on his skin.
i want you here, he says.
soon, i said, perhaps. his hand on me arm now, movin slow along and hairs risin on me arm and all up to me nek.
tell me about your man becomin, i said. you have never told.
it is not to tell, he says. it is for men only, as your becomin was for womyn.
but you can tell me, i say. then i wait.
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