Sidhe

In the space between catastrophe and revelation, the Sidhe are singing their song of desire. These twenty-seven poems emerge from that otherworldly chorus—voices older than civilization, speaking truths that predate our modern crisis yet address it with startling immediacy.

Walter Benjamin wrote of the Angel of History, caught in the storm of progress, witnessing the endless accumulation of ruins while being driven backward into an unknowable future. But beyond that storm lies a realm: the timeless domain of the Sidhe, those Celtic inhabitants of the otherworld who move freely between dimensions of being. Their songs offer what Benjamin’s angel is hinting at—a way of seeing that transcends the linear trap of historical progression. Maybe our desire can help us to find a new language, a new way of looking and a way to find wisdom instead deepening our unconsciousness, which will be amplified by technology and endanger our survival altogether.

These poems dare to enter the traumatic spaces we usually avoid—the wounds that shape us, the losses that define us, the fears that drive us toward both destruction and transcendence. They also draw upon the ancient language of astrology, where personal experience becomes cosmic drama. Venus appears as both goddess of love and agent of sacrifice, Saturn as teacher through limitation, Mars as the force that drives us through necessary conflict toward transformation.

Each poem stands like ancient standing stones whose original purposes have been forgotten but whose power remains undimmed. They map territories where psychological trauma meets archetypal truth, where individual suffering reveals universal patterns. No explanatory frameworks are provided because the Sidhe speak a language that bypasses rational interpretation, addressing instead the deeper layers of consciousness where wounds become wisdom and planetary influences become personal revelation.

This is poetry as portal, as shamanic journey through both darkness and light, as remembrance of ways of being that our culture has abandoned in its relentless pursuit of progress. In a time when the storm of advancement threatens to tear apart the very fabric of meaning, these voices from beyond the veil offer not escape but transformation—a way of inhabiting both our wounds and our cosmic nature that transforms crisis into revelation. Each poem is supposed to contain a lot of space, that gives an opportunity to open up for meditative awareness. It’s not easy to keep this space open, in a time where everyone just tries to grab your attention. This is also what the author experienced lately, when trying to create promotional videos on Booktok. The space is being collapsed and the endless possibilites vanish, when we have to present a straightforward timeline to the reader. We are labeling it as dark or mystic academia. But this is just one way to look at it.