Christopher Scott Thompson: Poet, Pagan, and Anarchist
@csthompson.bsky.social
Poet, pagan, and anarchist writer. Author of Pagan Anarchism, The Book of Onei, and If In Ruins We Must Live. Longtime columnist for Gods and Radicals.
Hi everyone! My poem, "Midnight at the Barricades," is featured in the Antifa Lit Journal Volume 1.
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May 10, 2025 at 6:44 PM
Hi everyone! My poem, "Midnight at the Barricades," is featured in the Antifa Lit Journal Volume 1.
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Thanks for your support!
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Thanks for your support!
May 10, 2025 at 6:43 PM
Put reason back to sleep.
Let monsters slip
Out of the corners of your eyes
And lick bricks like meat.
Let them lie them down to breathe
Among the ruins of old useless infrastructure
And there breed new beasts.
From “If In Ruins We Must Live”
By Christopher Scott Thompson
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Let monsters slip
Out of the corners of your eyes
And lick bricks like meat.
Let them lie them down to breathe
Among the ruins of old useless infrastructure
And there breed new beasts.
From “If In Ruins We Must Live”
By Christopher Scott Thompson
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If In Ruins We Must Live — Sul Books
Poems from Christopher Scott Thompson Release Date: 1 October, 2021 Sorcerers of coal and oil, We invoked, they came. Never mind the prayers and praises, Last-ditch rages, guilt and blame. Gods ...
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December 8, 2024 at 10:46 PM
Put reason back to sleep.
Let monsters slip
Out of the corners of your eyes
And lick bricks like meat.
Let them lie them down to breathe
Among the ruins of old useless infrastructure
And there breed new beasts.
From “If In Ruins We Must Live”
By Christopher Scott Thompson
shorturl.at/xtfET
Let monsters slip
Out of the corners of your eyes
And lick bricks like meat.
Let them lie them down to breathe
Among the ruins of old useless infrastructure
And there breed new beasts.
From “If In Ruins We Must Live”
By Christopher Scott Thompson
shorturl.at/xtfET
Miracles and magic happen every single day but dream magic offers something much more wonderful than power – a secret that waits beyond dream and death.
From “The Book of Onei”
By Christopher Scott Thompson
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From “The Book of Onei”
By Christopher Scott Thompson
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The Book of Onei — Sul Books
An Antinomian Dream Grimoire By Christopher Scott Thompson Release Date: 1 October, 2021 “The Book of Onei is not The Book,” my father once said. I remember him still, walking beside me on that s...
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December 8, 2024 at 10:45 PM
Miracles and magic happen every single day but dream magic offers something much more wonderful than power – a secret that waits beyond dream and death.
From “The Book of Onei”
By Christopher Scott Thompson
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From “The Book of Onei”
By Christopher Scott Thompson
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Oh black-robed lady with the bleeding eyes,
Red-belted, standing on an open book,
With hands outstretched but empty. Hear our cries!
In dread and sorrow for the things you’ve seen
You weep for us. And yet your heart is fire.
From “Pagan Anarchism”
By Christopher Scott Thompson
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Red-belted, standing on an open book,
With hands outstretched but empty. Hear our cries!
In dread and sorrow for the things you’ve seen
You weep for us. And yet your heart is fire.
From “Pagan Anarchism”
By Christopher Scott Thompson
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Pagan Anarchism — Sul Books
By Christopher Scott Thompson Release Date 15 November, 2016 Our best-selling and most global title… From poet, anarchist, and pagan Christopher Scott Thompson, Pagan Anarchism explores the history...
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December 8, 2024 at 10:44 PM
Oh black-robed lady with the bleeding eyes,
Red-belted, standing on an open book,
With hands outstretched but empty. Hear our cries!
In dread and sorrow for the things you’ve seen
You weep for us. And yet your heart is fire.
From “Pagan Anarchism”
By Christopher Scott Thompson
shorturl.at/Ni1Cr
Red-belted, standing on an open book,
With hands outstretched but empty. Hear our cries!
In dread and sorrow for the things you’ve seen
You weep for us. And yet your heart is fire.
From “Pagan Anarchism”
By Christopher Scott Thompson
shorturl.at/Ni1Cr