You may call me Seaxwulf. Or if you like (and I like you) my name is Paul. I am a new W.A.S.P, that is, I’m a straight, White Anglo-Saxon Pagan. Actually, I prefer the term Heathen, but that would’ve ruined the fun pun. I enjoy wordplay and it grieves me awful sore to see how the lexicological arts have degraded in the rotten wake of degenerate modernity.
I am an Ethnonationalist, and my legacy will stem from this worldview. But don’t be fooled, that’s not all I am. I’m also looking for love, discovering optimism, and obsessed with creating what a former professor once labelled a “community of culture.” In that vein, I am a proud New Englander who is concerned with the break-down of civilisation and the invasion of his land with foreign elements both actual and metaphorical. With my tongue in cheek I invite you to call me your “Friendly Neighbourhod Fascist.”
I am a Nordicist and general Teutonic enthusiast who waxes Hellenic and has two overarching vices: choice liquor and nature worship – they both leave me speechless. Some of my little vices that don’t leave me speechless; romanticism, transcendentalism, being a wakeful dreamer and “looking.” One of the things I look for is the illusive “Root” of the world-tree, that is, where the various Indo-European branches of Yggdrasil ran backward into the foggy Aryan dew of history. Those are some of my basic character traits. There are others, you can look for them if you please.
Now for the business oriented and patient: what can you expect from this, one of my little corners of the interwebs? Poetry, mostly, essay work when the Spirits move me, miscellaneous existential musings and the odd sketch and drawing. And since I do myself have a business streak, here’s what I would like from you. Stimulate me. The major reason I am here is to fulfil my life’s goal of becoming like Socrates’ Gadfly. I like to poke, prod, provoke and elicit thought – in return I want to be made to think. So with that, go ahead: intrigue me.
Paulus Saxo Lupus,