There is no path but one of overt, unashamed, unrepentant Englishness.

England cannot be conserved, because there is nothing to conserve but its own terminal malaise. England can, however, be restored.

A new poem by S D Wickett.

“When one has the opportunity to do what one wishes, one not only should do so, but one has to.”

A new aesthetic movement that is vital, distinct, cool, and forward-facing, while not abandoning the past, but taking it along for the ride.

This is an ugly story, of an ugly individual, inflicting ugly things upon an ugly world. It is, in effect, the capturing of a zeitgeist.

And So, Be Still is a poem written by Bournbrook’s S D Wickett.

He does not fear the law because he knows that he is above it.