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Yes we should make our own rituals and our own art but the role of the Artist, like the Shaman, the Witch, the Concubine and the Seer are all ones we have consciously distanced ourselves from. The only art we can get at, outside of the art we make at home, or that our kids make, is what's squeezed in and out of a tube. Still, it's often the best we've got. I'm not too interested in the gods at all, but much more taken by the edges of human experience and art still maps that out for me - and yes, mostly through that relatively new medium on the block - cinema. I think the long take in film comes closest to the technique of mapping out human experience, both in waking life and dream.
I also have a very deep appreciation for authors whose thinking about their own life, previous artists and the how's of their writing (yes, women and men, both dong and ding, all crafty in their high skills of high strangeness) make a kind of magic out of the written word. They too, suspend time and place and immerse dear reader into an altered plane of existence. Take me, right her, right now, I say to the poem!
A note about the horse movie, like the recent more ritualistic cinema of Guy Maddin, it's on my to do list. But it's bleak, right, so I'll need to set aside time some time I don't have, as my son encourages me to stick with the Rebirth of Mothra movies. I can see why.
I think I forgot about Maddin in the film list: Careful is his best. But here's a sample if I can find it that goes along with this discussion and pulls in paranormality as just the way that things are. The Heart of the World, Archangel & Tales from Gimli Hospital are all online. Here's The Eye Like a Strange Balloon...
Are we the Walking Dead? I love zombie movies for their unapologetic despondency as they remind us of how we humans act. After screening Romero's original NOTLD on 16mm just a few a weeks ago daughter comes up to me and says, "Dad, the end that movie - the brain, it goes boom" and her fingers make that explosive gesture. "It's what we do to each other, sometimes" I say.
Haven't really talked much about theatre - how ironic. Isn't it still considered the only art form not yet dead and still vibrantly alive? Perhaps the best conscious magic is to be found here where you are born onto the stage and cry (butchering King Lear on purpose) because that's the real magic for me, just breathing. The trick is to just keep doing that.
I can assure you the gods are interested in you, "the merry May-day gods of old" and I wasn't suggesting we make our own rituals - quite the opposite.
Why those four:
Shaman Seer Concubine Witch?
Who was that concubine I seer you witch last night? Shaman tells me it's no concubine, it's your wife!
I don't know if the movie's bleak or not ... it comes in tomorrow (today) and I'll let you know -
I just finished another disc in the series Reading Shakespeare with John Barton and the RSC. Recommended!