Brand New Ancients Quotes

“there’s always been heroes,
there’s always been villains,
the stakes may have changed
but really there’s no difference.

there’s always been greed
and heartbreak and ambition.
jealousy, love,
trespass and contrition,

we’re the same beings that began,
still living,
in all of our fury and foulness and friction.
Everyday odysseys.
Dreams vs decisions.
The stories are there if you listen.”
― Kate Tempest, Brand New Ancients: A Poem

“But we are still mythical. We are still permanently trapped somewhere between the heroic and the pitiful. We are still godly; that’s what makes us so monstrous. But it feels like we’ve forgotten we’re much more than the sum of all the things that belong to us.”
― Kate Tempest, Brand New Ancients: A Poem

“Millions of characters, each with their own epic narratives singing it’s hard to be an angel until you’ve been a demon.”
― Kate Tempest, Brand New Ancients: A Poem

“Look again and you will see the Gods rise in the most human and unassuming of eyes.”
― Kate Tempest, Brand New Ancients: A Poem

“The stories are here, the stories are you, and your fear and your hope is as old as the language of smoke, the language of blood, the language of languishing love.”
― Kate Tempest, Brand New Ancients: A Poem

“she must learn
to forgive herself and move on
'cos what happens in love
is beyond right or wrong;”
― Kate Tempest, Brand New Ancients: A Poem

“The Gods are all here. Because the gods are in us.”
― Kate Tempest, Brand New Ancients: A Poem

“Why is this interesting? Why are we watching?”
― Kate Tempest, Brand New Ancients: A Poem

“Polish the silverware, dust off the telly screen,
it's holy hour on Saturday evening,
the new Dionysu is in his dressing room preening,
the make-up girls hold their breath as they dream him
into a perfect bronze and then leave him
to his pre-show routine of stretching and breathing.
He winks in the mirror as he flosses his teeth,
pulls his trousers up to his nipples and strides out to the stage.
The permatanned God of our age.”
― Kate Tempest, Brand New Ancients: A Poem