The Satyr's Sermon

The Satyr's Sermon came out late last year, and I recently obtained a copy; a small volume, the size of a larger tarot pack, it is a replica of an earlier once-off by Andrew Chumbley - Alogos - and as such, was expected to delight. The expectation was fulfilled.
The text is essentially a set of aphorisms, accompanied by Chumbley's excellent calligraphy. The style, as all his work, is derivative in part from Austin Spare, and in the Wizard's opinion, is the only person to come close. Another author who attempts something similar is Michael Fords Luciferian Witchcraft, but it comes off as cheap and tacky in comparison. The Satyr's Sermon is the genuine article, and is a collector's dream. As a collector, bibliophile, one who is erotically attracted to the heft of a fine book and lured by the smell of fresh Morocco, I can only say that the knowledge that this book will never appear as a mass-market paperback adds to the allure - such sacred words deserve to be respected, not stuffed into a jacket pocket on the way to the barbers. As one who respects the contents of the book, I wish that it weren't priced so hideously that poverty-stricken acolytes had to give up eating for a week to purchase it (later, presumably, a month). As a mortal grateful for the crumbs that existence throws at us to enliven our brief time, I fall down in admiration and gratitude.

Summary: Price per word; hideous. Value; beyond price.