The Kôr of Bowen

Part 2 (6) of THE LITTLE GIRLS

“Words had a night sound.”

This very short chapter in the thickest thickets of St Agatha’s school, the shortest chapter no doubt in the Bowen canon, deploys the Ritual of the Box’s Buriers at the Pit’s Edge and is probably the most incredibly created ceremony in all literature, comprising the fetters (the dog chain), the bones (Bowens, and inferred elbows?), the blood, and meaningful objects that otherwise populate our words amid its psychological furniture, and the heady words ever halfway between the Unknown Language and the Known, the unBowen and The Bowen, apotheosised, almost a Black Mass conducted by children, half childish, half seriously aged, a blend that shines out and darkens, too, from a gang of Jane Turpins to some implied sacrificial rite beyond age or gender. Fiction truth at last. Signed with an invisible thumbprint.
And one of those earlier lost…

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