An extract from ‘To Run Wild In It: A Handbook of Autonomic Tarot’ by David Keenan and Sophy Hollington, newly published by Rough Trade Books.
II The High Priestess: She’s gone, I tell myself. To where. But
I am gone too, just as surely. That girl, stood on the burning
sand. Falling in love, already. But still with an identity, that
barrier that time holds up to itself. That teases, love. That holds
itself off. Why I must come to you, was with you, then, but still.
Love lies in daring, in hiding, in what threatens to be revealed.
Make of your heart a terror. Make of it a citadel in order to
overthrow it. Run partisans in and out. But enforce it. And then:
yield, is the law. And the division of time, is, also, for the same.
Still, I say, still. Not to my heart, or time in vain, but to the
storming of the boundaries. The breaking of the anklet.
Long, nylon legged goddess, who goes with me, still.
David and Sophy will take to our stage at this year’s Port Eliot Festival to discuss their collaboration.