~ All narrative is a lie. The truth can only be heard in the pauses between words. In stillness. When we recognise our own breath.
Welcome to Poets, Mavericks & Prophets, a manufacturer of philosophical mischief, psychological acrobatics, alchemical art projects & esoteric master plans. Its mission is to spark insights, warm heart fiddles & dance with you through this valley of transformation, our Mother Earth.
PMaPs regular offering are soul nuggets, ephemeral impressions picked up in moments when the self & the anima mundi aligned – gathered as micro blog posts below, scribbled & shared throughout the years as I went about the business of being a human. A psychological diary and a spirit to-do list, in one.
If you fancy reading art manifestos & surfing poetry, digging into phantasmagorical stories, exploring myth, storytelling & psychology, choosing your film food wisely, or jingling a podcast on the magical real while you’re on the road, it’s all here, or linked somewhere, give it a look and a whirl. For anyone searching for a creative boost, in situ, PMaPs is launching alchemical workshops, coming soon to a reality near you.
With hope that you find what you are looking for on this site – and in life. Sweet travels.
Poets, Mavericks & Prophets presents:
Lola & The Poets Podcast – Designed as a virtual alchemical workshop for spiritual detectives, exploring personal and collective magical journeys, the ways the mystical & the mundane are intertwined. Psychology, culture, art & alchemy. Solo shows, interviews. Out every odd Thursday. Follow PMaPs for updates, or subscribe for the bell on YouTube.
Notes On Alchemical Psychology – a series of texts dedicated to personal creative therapeutic work, merging the old ways & the new. A scribe’s pilgrimage through the spheres of elegant, respectable left brain academia, into the wild, ephemeral mysteries of the right hemisphere.
Lola On Film – deconstructs the spectacle, measures empty calories & offers nutritional insights on film, film culture & cinema’s place in society, as well as in our individual psychology. Reviews, articles, filmology. Go see what Lola says…
психолола*workshops – creative spaces for group/individual psychological work & joyful inspiration, fusing various art forms, tales from the vaults of our planetary heritage, and assorted alchemical symbolism, traditional & personal, through storytelling, artistic expression & play. Lectures, conversations & practical exercises. Planned for spring in Serbia, summer in the UK, autumn worldwide, and as individual consultations online.{more info coming soon}
Lola & The Poets Facebook – everyday fun with social media alchemy, PMaPs word material in conversation with visual works of art & artists we love. If you’re into enchanting virtual doodles – it’s the place for you.
I raged against your bloodless face Mocking my burning essence, I raged against the shallow grave Of your vain, slothful indifference, I raged against each breath you took Away from me by proxy – You are the nemesis I never thought I would know how to fight, As there is no power in you, Just […]
Woman selling fish encounters salvation. A short story. ★ The fish were terrified. Georgina’s round, placid face appeared to come out of nowhere, a full moon over their quivering last minutes on Earth. Their pain ended with her smile. She understood them. Abducted from their homes, taken into an alien world, without a hope of survival. […]
I am looking for somebody. Someone I’ve met, someone I knew, or have glimpsed through a window of a bus, a passerby, with blue opal eyes like ice on fire, and a kind, militant heart. And I see him in the multitudes, I see him in the few, I see him in you – my […]
Man wishes to be worm. A short story. ★ It was an achingly cold day in December when Fred decided to walk his dog in the park, stark naked. This was not a rash decision. Everything about Fred was calm, finessed, refined to absurdity. You could say that he was a slow person, but for […]
Silver blotches on my wireframe, ozone punctures, overcast lobes, a patchwork of entities craving attention, sucking on the spirals, nibbling the gray. Feckless youths know naught of these troubles, they appear to them like hay in the night sky – distant & distracting. But, I tell you, one day I will scan the imps from my […]
To all those valiant souls who chose the Word as chalice to their sweet love for the Other. To them who, throughout Babylon, fight the shadows of indifferent silence. To the ones who believe in passing on boundless blessings of Our Maker. To the Wordsmiths of the Sun, trembling with courage, seeking to deafen the […]
Woman on the verge of a fridge. A short story. ★ Wanda moved slowly towards the fridge in her claustrophobic little studio flat, stood in front of the stained white monolith for a moment or two, and then opened it wide, with majestic pathos. It was empty. She knew it would be, but intermittently checked […]
