Book Description
From cosmogonies and half-remembered memories, to mythical mandalas from the ancient past, this collection of surreal and unsettling poetry charts the soul's journey from daylight into the dark recesses of Xibalba, the Realm of the Dead and the Archetypal. But in doing so, it also mirrors the death of mythical and non-rational modes of experience in our modern society: the grey emptiness of Xibalba is experienced here as a bleak realm whose mythological heart is steadily disppearing to be replaced by muted whispers on the archetypal breeze. The house of torment in Orpheus Junior is the rationalising but dehumanised urban space, yet there are signs of hope: flashes of life remind us that we are alive on this cold road downwards, and the collection culminates in a face-off with a nameless Underworld deity who simultaneous takes us apart as it reassembles us. Xibalba Songs asks a simple question: can we honestly say that if we let our ancestral mythological heritage pass into permanent nightfall, that we will be able to retain the true depth of our humanity? Should we simply stand by, record its demise and allow it to pass quietly into the night as we greet a cold, purposeless future without the colourful mythforms of our ancestors to guide us onwards?