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The Dreamreader at the Library

Dream, Textuality | Posted by jmoore
Feb 05 2012

My wife Audrey and I are in our house. She wants to read a book I have. It is volume IX from a X volume set and she hasn’t read the other books. It’s a translation of a Japanese novel, by one Musakami, close to Murakami, but the “S” was prominent. I look into the book. The words are highly decorated. This text was printed beautifully. At the top of each page are interesting decorative pictures …a spider, a sword, a scroll… and other symbols. The book mentions “God” a lot, and I find this to be strange, coming from an Eastern source, especially as the God in question seems to be a Biblical one. The story is about a Ninja and as I read the book (together with my wife?), we watch a Ninja, fully covered and wrapped in black cloth, lightly treading through soft snow up a small mountain. The Ninja seemed to be a kind of monk.

Feelings: Surprise

Reality Check: I was having a slew of Japanese related literary dreams in 2010 to early 2011 (about Yukio Mishima among others), but this theme hasn’t come up for awhile. I guess it is saying, “Hey Justin, don’t forget about this thread of your inner life. It’s not over yet!” As a young boy I of course had a fondness for Ninjas… remember those Teenage Mutant Turtles?

The name in the dream, Musakami, is similar to Haruki Murakami whom I definitely want to read (and am reading now). Murakami’s novel’s A Wild Sheep Chase and Dance Dance Dance both have a lot of dream related stuff in them from what I hear.

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So, the Haruki Murakami novel I wanted to read is checked out by another patron at the Public Library where I work. But now that I am a member of the Mercantile Library I look up Murakami in their catalog. Well, they don’t have A Wild Sheep Chase but they do have Hard Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World also on my reading list. I go get it on my lunch break and start reading it over a bowl of spicy white bean chili and rice. It’s very humorous. Each paragraph is like a stanza in a poem. The translator has obviously done an excellent job.

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The book contains two narrative threads, one the “Hard Boiled Wonderland” is about a data launderer, who washes information for clients by processing it from his right to left brain. He gets hired by a mysterious scientist who lives in a lab far beneath an office building. You take the elevator all the way down, go through a maze of bureaucratic hallways, then take a ladder down several stories, pass through some caves, go underneath a waterfall from the underground river into the scientists lair, where he is working on “listening to skulls”. He has learned how to resonate the skulls of humans and animals via some kind of acoustic measurements…and now he has a plan to erase sound from the world. He says this will aid our evolution, implying that it will perhaps help us get full blown telepathy. And evolution is never easy he says.

The second narrative is “The End of the World” which takes place in small mysterious town -presumably so far in the future it looks like the past -or at the edge (End ?) of the world. The narrator of this section comes to the town. Everyone in the town is given a job by the Gatekeeper. The character is to become the towns Dreamreader. He must go to the Library every night at sundown and read the “old dreams” stored in the Library.

…and that is about as far as I’ve gotten. But it certainly seems like my dreams were leading me to the write reading material, for inspiration on my own stories and more. I can’t wait to learn more about the Dreamreader and the “old dreams” he reads.

To become a Dreamreader the narrator had to undergo a procedure from the Gatekeeper. An initiation. The Gatekeeper takes a knife and heats it up in a fire. After it cools he stabs the man in both eyes, but this doesn’t hurt him. This helps him to read the old dreams, kept inside of skulls. The Librarian tells him how to do this, “Before your eyes the skull will glow and give off heat. Trace that light with your fingertips. That is how old dreams are read.”

russianunicornskull1The Dreamreader narrates, “Dreamreading proves not as effortless as she has explained. The threads of light are so fine that despite how I concentrate the energies in my fingertips, I am incapable of unraveling the chaos of vision. Even so, I clearly sense the presence of dreams at my fingertips. It is a busy current, an endless stream of images. My fingers are as yet unable to grasp any distinct message, but I do apprehend an intensity there.”

I relish reading more and seeing where the right and left brain converge, into one skull-story.

Russian Readings

Textuality | Posted by jmoore
Jan 09 2012

As a writer who keeps a long hand journal, and who still does a lot of preliminary work by hand, I accumulate a lot of papers, in addition to  printouts of various drafts.  And I tend to let things pile up around me in my library/studio room for months at a time before reorganizing.  I should do that more often because it is nice to have a clean desk to work on.  I like my desk.

theflyingwitchI always make interesting discoveries in these periodic cleanups.  In this case I found a loose page that should have been in the oversized binder collecting my dreams and other journalings from 201o.  The dream was about finding some books by fantastist and folklorist Jane Yolen, books about Russian mythology and folktales. This was synchronistic to me because I was deep in the middle of reading Reinventing Collapse: The Soviet Example and American Prospects by Dmitry Orlov.reinventingcollapse

Orlov’s book is a highly humorous read of what would otherwise be a glum subject: the collapse of the United States as a superpower.  While those who believe the U.S. is morally as well as financially bankrupt may welcome such a collapse, the way it is playing out  -yes, now-  imposes immense difficulties on many people, including the proverbial at risk: young, old, and those already immobilized.

Orlov was born in Russia and livd there until age 12 before emigrating to the U.S. with his parents.  He was an eyewitness to the Soviet Collapse, over many extended visits.  As such the parallels he draws between the two superpowers is fascinating.  What is more helpful on the downward slope of peak oil and Western civilization, are the ideas he draws from people’s experience in the former Soviet union. After building up the picutre for us Orlov focus’s in on three areas we can all work on: collapse mitigation, adaptation, and new opportunities. Within these he tightens the focus onto areas of housing, transportation, employment, and food.  One of the more interesting sections are the ideas for types of jobs and work  -most outside of the official economy-  that people took up in Russia, and how those may be adapted to the states.  A truly fascinating read and one that has me doing more to Be Prepared.  I was a Boy Scout after all.

theseakingThe next day though, after seeing the page from my dream journal about the Jane Yolen Russian mythology books, I was down stairs at the library in the Children’s stacks pulling holds. I thought of the paper and then looked at the shelf in front of me. Lo and behold, I found in that very section three titles by Yolen where she retold traditional Russian stories.  I took them with me to read later.

smallkillingThen, I was down in the fiction stacks later, pulling some graphic novel holds. I saw a few titles from Alan Moore. I’d recently read his amazing essay Fossil Angels, originally published online, and reprinted in Abraxas 2. (More about Abraxas 2 in a coming review.) The essay blew away my understanding of magic, while touching on so much else that I’d personally felt to be true as well. I highly recommend reading the essay, itself an amazing work of art. It inspired me to read some more of Alan’s graphic works. I’d read his graphic novel, From Hell some years before and loved it. It remains the only graphic work I’ve read which has been so meticulously researched containing footnootes and bibliography.  This time I picked up A Small Killing. Why this particular graphic novel by Alan Moore? Because I was on a Russian kick and the story concerned a wayward advertising agent during the Soviet collapse who was on his way to Russia to work on an advertising campaign for a soft drink. It was a good read, and also inspired me to listen to  Negativland‘s Time Zones Exchange Project, again, a classic piece of radio art.

firebird1When I finally got around to reading the Yolen childrens books I learned a number of things. In The Sea King, I learned that the “morning is wiser than the evening” perhaps because in the morning we awake with fresh dreams.  In The Flying Witch, a tale of Baba Yaga, I was shown that if you are going to have an encounter with this witch it pays to be feisty -and to know how to cook turnips, a truly underrated vegetable. In the Firebird, I learned how the ballet was taken from traditional Russian tales. While not a huge fan of the Neo-romanticism exemplified by Stravinsky, I did find the story enjoyable. More importantly Yolen shared all her source material, and I got an insight into her working methods: reading countless versions of the myth, until, at last the story becomes ones own.

Weird Questionnaire

Textuality | Posted by jmoore
Dec 22 2011

weirdeyeAnne & Jeff Vandermeer have been providing a lot of really good fiction, nonfiction, and other miscellaneous goodies over at weirdfictionreview.com including stories by Caitlin R. Kiernan, appreciations of Leonora Carrington, China Mieville’s thoughts on the Weird and a great interview with Thomas Ligotti. And also this fun Weird Questionnaire of sixty questions to be answered in sixty minutes transliterated from the French of Eric Poindron by  Edward Gauvin.

My answers to the Weird Questionnaire are below. (Jeff Vandermeer also blogged his .) [Note: I hadn't read anyone else's answers to this questionnaire at the time of my own writing.]

1 – Write the first sentence of a novel, short story, or book of the weird yet to be written.

Moths emerged from the mummified cat  corpse in an eruption of dancing dust.

2 – Without looking at your watch: what time is it?

2:49 PM Eastern Standard Time

3 – Look at your watch. What time is it?

2:52 PM Transtemporal Understated Time

4 – How do you explain this — or these — discrepancy(ies) in time?

In this case I explain the time discrepancies due to interruptions. Or it could be the malleable plasticity of time.

5 – Do you believe in meteorological predictions?

Yes I do. Let’s bring back the art form of the almanack. We can throw some fantastical stories in as well, and a few recipes of cookery aiming at mutation upon ingestion.

6 – Do you believe in astrological predictions?

To a degree, of Full Moon in Aquarius.

7 – Do you gaze at the sky and stars by night?

When I am out in the country I do, or when the city starlight isn’t otherwise obscuring them and I happen to be outside. Something that should happen more often.

8 – What do you think of the sky and stars by night?

I think the sky and stars by night -though I love the sight of the moon in waning afternoon daylight, over the converted can building that now houses gentrifying yuppies (but hey, maybe my property value will go up) – I think they remind me that my worldly concerns are such a small amount of time, and one day the universe will collapse again into the big crunch, from which will spring another big bang, on to another big crunch. Over and over again. Ylem.

9 – What were you looking at before starting this questionnaire?

Just reading Jeff Vandermeer’s blog is all.

10 – What do cathedrals, churches, mosques, shrines, synagogues, and other religious monuments inspire in you?

The flip answer: a fear of being sacrificed.

A thoughtful answer: In the monotheistic religions: an inspiration towards wondrous plainchant, the organ as played by Charlemagne Palestine, a lust for long sonorous drones. In polytheistic religions with more outdoor shrines, standing stones, pyramids & the like: a zeal for new ancient rituals to assist in communicating with the goddesses and gods -a feeling of working towards a steady state society (“sustainable” in the more fashionable parlance), of connection to land, kin, and cosmos.

11 – What would you have “seen” if you’d been blind?

The invisible landscape. Jorge Luis Borges & John Milton speaking of poetry over a game of chess.

12 – What would you want to see if you were blind?

Chartreuse flamingos dancing in a south Florida trailer park.

13 – Are you afraid?

Not of this questionnaire. Not right now.

14 – What of?

Yes, of some things. Like being forced to divulge my fears. Well, not really. In the past I’d been afraid of things like botulism. My anxieties shift, but I’ve found focusing on “doing something” (like writing, radio, housework…) eases the feeling and I return to abnormality.

15 – What is the last weird film you’ve seen?

Tough question. Inland Empire by David Lynch is probably the weirdest thing I’ve watched in awhile, as being very inexplicable to me, but full of mystery and wonder. Julian Donkey Boy and Gummo by Harmony Korine always come to mind though. As does Gumbo, perhaps by alliterative association, but it was weird. I know the question only asked for one, but I like to elaborate.  Especially when drinking good Kentucky bourbon.

16 – Whom are you afraid of?

It’s not so much that I’m afraid of authority figures -managers, bosses, administrators, board members- as it is they hold my livelihood in their hands to some degree (not that I don’t take personal responsibility for getting paid work done). The System. Plutocrats & beauracrats.

17 – Have you ever been lost?

Yes. But I always like to remember a saying attributed to Daniel Boone: “I’m not lost, I just don’t know exactly where I am right now.”

18 – Do you believe in ghosts?

Yes.

19 – What is a ghost?

The spirit of a person -animal or human animal- that has chosen to remain close to the Earth after the physical body has died.  Places could also be “haunted” by the bad memories and experiences of people who spent time there. They could be psychic impressions left by previous inhabitants, amalgamated into some newfangled astral construct.

20 – At this very moment, what sound(s) can you here, apart from the computer?

Pierre Boulez, Deuxieme Sonate, as played by Idil Biret, on a CD player.

21 – What is the most terrifying sound you’ve ever heard – for example, “the night was like the cry of a wolf”?

A ringing in my ears, a loud buzzing moving from left to right, that somehow meant I was receiving a transmission from another realm, and when coupled with deja vu, invoked anxiety.

22 – Have you done something weird today or in the last few days?

Not by my standards. I sit down at my desk and tune the 15 transistor, 5 band, Aircastle radio on the Shortwave band up and down the dial and listen for telemetry or whatever foreign stations I can pick up, or any aesthetically interesting static. But that isn’t weird is it?

23 – Have you ever been to confession?

24 – You’re at confession, so confess the unspeakable.

The unspeakable is also unwritable -and better left alone.

25 –Without cheating: what is a “cabinet of curiosities”?

A gathering of dusty unicorn horns, phials of alchymical elixir, naughty toys apprehended from vagrant youth, unsent letters, fragments of text, found objects, ready mades.

26 –Do you believe in redemption?

Only in the sense that people can redeem themselves from the wrongs they have done and hurts they have made in the past. I do believe in forgiveness. I also believe in forgiveness. It need not be mystical or Christian.

27 – Have you dreamed tonight?

I haven’t slept yet tonight, so not in that sense. I did have some hypnagogic experiences while slightly dozing on the bus. About not watering things down. Let it all be full and bright and pure.

28 – Do you remember your dreams?

Yes. And I make a habit of writing down as much as I can remember of them.

29 – What was your last dream?

My last dream was about going to the store Bizzare Bazzar to do some Christmas shopping for my wife.  I was looking at green sweaters.

30 – What does fog make you think of?

The fog makes me think of the Celtic Otherworld in most instances.  And of Narnia, of seeing a gaslamp and stepping into another world.

31 – Do you believe in animals that don’t exist?

But they do exist.

32 – What do you see on the walls of the room where you are?

Concrete. Pneumatic tubes. A dumbwaiter. Shelves full of classical music CDs. (It’s the next day after drinking some Bulleit. I’m having to answer this in segments. Otherwise I would have seen my own bookshelves, records, turntable.)

33 – If you became a magician, what would be the first thing you’d do?

But I am a magician. Only I practice ritual magic and not parlour tricks. Theurgy is much more a concern for me these days, though I enjoy the thaumaturgical side effects. Currently I’m working with Apollo, Asclepius, Mnemosyne and the Nine Muses.

34 – What is a madman?

A madman is a person who is perhaps haunted by malicious or otherwise unruly entities. Or a madman is a genius, cracked to let in the light, but incapable of conforming to life in the system as we know it. They could also be people who have suffered soul loss from various traumatic events -there is the possibility of being cured.

35 – Are you mad?

I should think not.

36 – Do you believe in the existence of secret societies?

I don’t have to believe. I know of the existence of secret societies.

37 – What was the last weird book you read?

I read all kinds of stuff. The last novel I read was The Great Bay: Chronicles of the Collapse by Dale Pendell. Nothing weird about it really, though it did have a high proportion of cannibalism. Excellent book. The last short story I read was by Caitlin R. Kiernan, entitled “In the Water Works (Birmingham, Alabama 1888)” in Tales of Pain and Wonder. Currently I’m reading the excellent John Cage biography Begin Again by Kenneth Silverman.

38 – Would you like to live in a castle?

No. It would probably be too cold and drafty.

39 – Have You Seen Something Weird Today?

Yes. I was looking at a doll a man gave to my department at the library. A curious bit of folk art made from sewn felt and cloth, kind of like an Abe Lincoln with a handkerchief over his face and an amputated arm and leg.

40 – What is the Weirdest film you’ve ever seen?

Gummo is still at the top of the list.

41 – Would you like to live in an abandoned train station?

No. But I probably know someone who would. Besides, if I lived there it would no longer be abandoned now would it?

42 – Can you see the future?

Sometimes I can make out where one branch forks off from another deeper into the garden.

43 – Have you considered living abroad?

I’d like to stay in Iceland for awhile.

44 – Where?

Iceland.

45 – Why?

It’s a country whose culture I am fascinated with.

46 – What is the weirdest film I’ve ever owned?

Blood Sucking Freaks…

47 – Would you have liked to live in a vicarage?

Only if I am a vicar who also doubles as a mystery detective.

48 – What is the weirdest book you’ve ever read?

Riddley Walker by Russell Hoban stands out. Les Chants de Maldoror another classic.

49 – Which do you like better, globes or hourglasses?

Hourglasses.

50 – Which do you like better, antique magnifying glasses or bladed weapons?

A knife with a compass on the end.

51 – What, in all likelihood, lies in the depths of Loch Ness?

Protean goop from recent antiquity.

52 – Do you like taxidermied animals?

Only when they are Labrador Ducks.

53 – Do you like walking in the rain?

Yes.

54 – What goes on in tunnels?

Transportation -an other unspeakable acts of depravity.

55 – What do you look at when you look away from this questionnaire?

My shortwave radio or the carved frog figure sitting on my altar.

56 – What does this famous line inspire in you: “And when he had crossed the bridge, the phantoms came to meet him.”?

A sense of being close to my ancestors on the Other Side.

57 – Without cheating: where is that famous line from?

I have no idea.

58 – Do you like walking in graveyards or the woods by night?

Yes.

58 – Write the last line of a novel, short story, or book of the weird yet to be written.

Once again awash with glittering snail slime.

59 – Without looking at your watch: what time is it?

8:57 PM -nearly a week after I started my piecemeal work on this questionairre.

60 – Look at your watch. What time is it?

9:00 PM …

almost time for:

Silver Star Radio Episode 8 airs on the Winter Solstice, December 22nd and features a phone interview with special guest Taylor Ellwood:

Taylor Ellwood is the Managing Non-Fiction Editor of Immanion Press, which publishes cutting edge esoteric and occult books. He’s also the author of Pop Culture Magick, Space/Time Magic, Inner Alchemy and Multi-Media Magic, and the forthcoming book Magical Identity. Visit him online at http://www.magicalexperiments.com

Magical Identity is Taylor’s latest book, due out in March 2012. Magical Identity explores the role of identity within magical work, using themes of neuroscience, space, time, and definitions to understand where identity fits into the magical process as well as how we can use it to enhance our magical process.

This episode will also feature a variety of magickal musick including material fro Stone Breath and Mike Seed w/ The Language of Light from a recent limited twelve inch record put out by R. Loftiss and the good folks at Anticlock Records ( http://www.anticlock.net/ )

Tune in locally on 88.3FM Cincinnati or translocally at http://www.ustream.tv/channel/waif-cincinnati
The show airs from 10PM to Midnight Eastern Standard Tribe, Thursday, December 22nd.
Expect the podcast to be up sometime before the first day of 2012. As usual, I’ll send out the link when it is ready…

Haunted Air by Ossian Brown

Textuality | Posted by jmoore
Nov 14 2011

osssian_brown-haunted_air1 The dream of time travel has been achieved with the spectral photographs presented in this book, a collection of anonymous Hallowe’en pictures from America circa the years 1875 through 1955. Bound in soft black cloth the pages inside are windows onto the ghost memories of America, captured in the twilight years before the Hallowe’en had become fodder for a Hallmark industry churning out cards, candy and plastic decorations. This assemblage of photos portraying kids and adults dressed up as ghosts, witches, scarecrows, skeletons, animals, monsters, and stranger inexplicable beings shows unequivocally the thin line between life and death, reverence and revelry the day is known for. In bringing them all together some of Hallowe’ens primal atavism is restored.

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Each of these photographs tells a story. When I look into any one of them I feel I have become a witness to a way of life that is at once dying, and in certain corners of society, is being born again. Here the old life of the holiday is preserved. It looks very different from the Halloween I grew up with, which was in the process of removing itself from being a festival of death to a festival of pop culture. Few are the ghosts and ghouls who trick or treat these days. Most of the costumes that kids wear now are culled from a lexicon of cartoons and hollywood movies. While these do have their origin in the imagination (someone gave birth to the plethora of characters emerging from screen after all) in my mind it is an imagination that has been tainted. The costumes come prepackaged like so much else in our contemporary world, ready to be pulled off the shelf. These pictures are populated by spirits from the collective imagination of the Celtic folk who brought the holiday over to the New World. In his historic note at the end of the book Ossian writes, “Fleeing Ireland’s Great Famine of 1845, many thousands crossed the Atlantic to America. The haunted tradition they carried with them would quickly take root and flourish in the fertile soil of the New World. Feeding hungrily on fresh lore, consuming half-remembered tales of its own shadowy origins and rituals, Hallowe’en was reborn. New blood—Scandinavian, Germanic, African, Native-American—flowed in its veins spawning a host of hybrid phantoms to consult, to confront, to placate.” These phantoms from other cultures have certainly enriched the holiday.

…Read the rest on Brainwashed.com…

Peter Lamborn Wilson’s, Ec(o)logues

Textuality | Posted by jmoore
Oct 31 2011

ecologues1Sometimes the words of Peter Lamborn Wilson feel like a cattle prod but here they are more akin to a shepard’s walking stick. He doesn’t use them to steer people further into the herd mentality, but to lead, and perhaps seduce, readers into pastures that are altogether much more verdant, free, and open. The poems and essays in this book are not the idylls of the king, or any ruling class. Rather they praise the swampy haunts of lazy fishermen who do more beer drinking than line casting and celebrate feral children revolting against a decayed suburbia. And while they take their cue from the Eclogues of Virgil, those being a type of buccolic poetry depicting rustic subjects and the care of cattle, Wilson makes a definite link between being idle, idyllic poetry, and a form of idolatry that is insurrectionist in its connotations.

The book starts with a nod to British peasant poet John Clare, who in 1827 wrote a cycle of poems titled A Shepards’ Calendar. (John Clare was also on influence on the Current 93 album Earth Covers Earth.) Peter gives us twelve poems for his own “Sheperds’ Calendar”. In starting with a meditation on the wheel of the year, with thoughts on the recurrence of moons, and the recurrence of seasons, the poet prepares the reader to think of larger cycles of time, to think of the fall of empires, and even the end of civilization itself. In homage to Clare, who grew up dirt poor on a rural farm, the first word of the first poem here is “Bumpkinism,” what he describes as “…literally /[a] shit kicking hick”. Then his pen lashes out against “urbane monotheists” and the “Nature Police”. Wilson doesn’t hold any punches back on those who adhere to the cult of progress. That was in January. In May he paints a description of the Wisconsin Driftless Region, home of the anarchist, permaculture & media collective, Dreamtime Village, where Wilson has lectured and spent time in the past. Here he is “Lying on midnight hillside surrounded by cows / waiting for meteor showers / the color of wormwood / -moonflowers / blooming by the old hotel”. By August the poet has taken up the subject of oaninism. Though this could be simple self indulgence, here it is used in the service of Gaia. Throughout the book Wilson brings to light humanities erotic and libidinal longings for the things of the green world, hence the Eco in Ec(o)logues. In the mid-fall of October Wilson’s mind turns to milkmaids, haylofts, and “shiftless hip-billies” twanging a lyre.

…read the rest on Brainwashed…

The book is available from Station Hill

A Contrast of Futures: SciFi, Peak Oil and the Occult

Textuality | Posted by jmoore
Oct 15 2011

yesterdays-tomorrowOne of Science Fiction’s ongoing concern’s has been “the Future”. This is why some of the futures written about in the past seem so stale to us in the present. Some still tell an entertaining tale -a good story is a good story after all. For example, it is still a blast to read Philip K. Dick, even though many of his stories were set in the 1990′s (and while the tech in his books was not necessarily prescient, the biting social commentary has continued to be so).

“The future, as always, is now,” novelist John Crowley writes in his wonderful essay for Lapham’s Quarterly,  The Next Future. Crowley goes on to say about Science Fiction, later in his text, ”  from the beginning it gained extraliterary power from its prediction of actual marvels that were sure to come sooner or later. No other fiction, not even the tales of Darkest Africa or polar exploration, had that. The more often the future was imagined, however, and the more detailed the guesses, the more they proved unequal to the strange meanderings of real time.”  Still further into his timely thicket he asks ”Why should the future be privileged as a realm of speculation?”

Indeed, some of the most innovative of ”Speculative Fictions” have been alternate histories, different “nows”, postulated through magic or the parallel worlds interpretation of quantum mechanics.  These are the “forking paths” which have emerged from Jorge Luis Borge’s famous garden. One of my favorites in this subgenre is by Kim Stanley Robinson, The Years of Rice and Salt which imagines a world where the Black Plague destroyed European and Christian culture, leaving Islam and Buddhism in a cultural ascendancy. It is a very useful thought experiment to make. And it tells the alternate history from the time of the Black Plague, up to present times. (One of the more interesting elements is how it follows several characters and their reincarnations through the centuries.)

Locus: the Magazine of the Science Fiction and Fantasy Field even has a regular column entitled “Yesterday’s Tomorrows” penned by Graham Sleight which looks back at various SF writers bodies of work. (It’s always one of my favorite parts of the magazine.) Following this, and following the SF field in general, a reader can discern how the future changes with time.

Having contributed a story to a contest being run by John Michael Greer, author of many books on magic and the popular peak-oil blog, The Archdruid Report, and having followed not only Greer’s line of reasoning about peak-oil, but also James Howard Kunstler’s, this question of probable futures is very engaging for me.  As a writer of Science Fiction and Fantasy, among other things, doubly so.

Greer, in his initail post about the contest writes, “Still, one of the virtues of science fiction is that it doesn’t always fall into such ruts, and more often than other branches of literature, recognizes that the social and technological habits of any given era are not the permanent fixtures they sometimes seem, but points along a historical trajectory shaped, among other things, by ultural fashions and sheer dumb luck. Even if we get through the crises of our age the way the people of Stephenson’s world got through the period they call the Terrible Events, and create a technological society on the other side of it, our descendants won’t be wearing T-shirts or calling people on cell phones in the year 5400 AD, any more than we now wear togas or take notes on wax tablets the way the ancient Romans did; they’ll wear other clothing and communicate with other tools—and with any luck they’ll snack on something less repellent than energy bars. Fairly often, science fiction catches wind of such shifts; sometimes it succeeds in guessing them in advance; tolerably often, for that matter, what starts out as imagery from science fiction becomes the inspiration for design in the real world—I trust nobody thinks, for example, that it’s accidental that most early cell phones looked remarkably like the communicators from the original version of Star Trek.” He then goes on to ask for the writers in his audience to come up with stories depicting responses to peak-oil, with the following reasoning, “Still, the arrival of the limits to growth bids fair to have at least as massive an impact on the future of the decades ahead of us as space travel and its associated technological advances had on the decades that followed science fiction’s golden age, and it seems to me that it’s past time to get thinking and writing about the dangers and adventures, the hopes and fears, the dreams, problems and possibilities of a world on the far side of peak oil.”

Then, a number of weeks down the line I get wind of Neal Stephenson’s Hieroglyph Project, in an article he wrote called “Innovation Starvation“.  In it he proposes that Science Fiction writers shouldbe inspiring more of the kind of big engineering projects that industrialized countries, specifically America, pursued in the wake of World War II. Massive highway systems. Space shuttles to the moon. The internet. And he gives two good theories as to how Science Fiction is able to inspire people into action: 

“1. The Inspiration Theory. SF inspires people to choose science and engineering as careers. This much is undoubtedly true, and somewhat obvious.

2. The Hieroglyph Theory. Good SF supplies a plausible, fully thought-out picture of an alternate reality in which some sort of compelling innovation has taken place. A good SF universe has a coherence and internal logic that makes sense to scientists and engineers. Examples include Isaac Asimov’s robots, Robert Heinlein’s rocket ships, and William Gibson’s cyberspace. As Jim Karkanias of Microsoft Research puts it, such icons serve as hieroglyphs—simple, recognizable symbols on whose significance everyone agrees.”

I don’t feel the same way Stephenson does about the passing of these big projects. The US interstate system has made it easier to navigate from point A to point B, to get from the West to the East and from the South to the North, but what is missed on those trips are the inner corners of America, what Harry Smith has called “the Old Weird America”  reached on the Blue Highways that written about in William Least Heat-Moon’s book of the same name. And while I’ve been inspired by the notion of visiting other planets, I’d much rather visit the Otherworld and take care of the Earth. Besides, I don’t really believe we have to kind of fuel and resources it would take to get back to the Moon, let alone Mars or outside the Solar System.

That doesn’t mean that I don’t like some of the other points Stephenson makes, particularly those where he contrasts isolated research, the kind done by individuals and groups in the pre-internet area, that required visits to the library, and the kind of wide open research done nowadays with a few clicks on google. There is something to be said for the kind of long, slow developments that occur when working on a problem over a duration of time. Or when learning a skill or craft over a period of many, many years. This is how all great art develops, from the initial insight to the hours, days, weeks, months and years it takes to see a vision be grounded in physical creation.

And where do occultists, magicians, and dreamers stand in all this? How do today’s pagan philosophers at the growing edge envision our collective future? As Stephenson and Greer both know, fiction is a great playground to toy with these types of thought experiments. And to inspire readers to action. There has been a tradition of Occult Fiction that goes all the way back to Edward Bulwer-Lytton, Algernon Blackwood, Arthur Machen,   on to Aleister Crowley and Dion Fortune, and that stretches onwards to the likes of Kenneth Grant and Storm Constantine to name just a few culprits.

Esoteric artwork is at this time coming into its own, as is the field of magickal musick. Esoteric publishing is hitting a renaisance with many of the wonderful presses issuing fine editions. I’m thinking of the likes of Scarlet Imprint, Xoanon Limited, Three Hands Press, Fulgur Limited and Waning Moon Publications, again to name just a few. Now is a ripe time for those who are Operative Mages and also Working Writers to come forth with a new generation of Occult Fiction. This is just one of the things I’m working on.

If you have what might be considered Occult Fiction of your own, please link to it in the comments.    

(Thanks to Sophie Gale, from the Green Wizard’s forum,  for the John Crowley article.)

Lupus’ Esoteric Book Conference Write Up

Textuality | Posted by jmoore
Sep 23 2011

cincylibrary P. Sufenas Virius Lupushas written up a nice post summarizing the presentations at this years Esoteric Book Conference.  You can find it here. Though I must say that I am not a librarian, in the technical, accredited with a Masters Degree, meaning of the word. I’m just a shelver, putting the books away. I love my job. But if the library was run as a guild, something I hope may happen in the future, it would give workers the opportunity to work their way up to a position of librarian. As a critic of the western-corporate educational system, and as a college dropout (it really was a good decision) I think this path would be preferable. To work in a trade, and learn from a master of the trade. It is certainly better than getting yourself into a mountain of debt in order to fight with other college graduates for a job waiting tables. But alas, I fear I’ve gotten onto a rant. I’ll be explicating more of my ideas about a library guild in a piece of fiction I should be posting shortly.

The EBC was an exquisite mind bending experience. and I am very thankful for all the new friends I made.

Friends of the Library Booksale 2011

Textuality | Posted by jmoore
Jun 10 2011

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I can’t resist a good book sale. And since I work at Cincinnati Public’s Main Library I of course had to pick up a handful each day of the week long sale. I got some doozies! Some I’ve read before, some not. Every year at this time my book collection gets larger, not that it doesn’t all year round anyway. But in June, I always get a bunch of goodies. Here are the gems added to my library from this years sale:

The Scar by China Mieville
Prince of Annwn by Evangeline Walton (for my Druid studies)
The Children of Llyr by Evangeline Walton (also for my Druid studies, both are part of her Mabinogion Tetralogy).
Walden & Other Writings by Henry David Thoreau
Shaman by Sandra Miesel (Sounds like an awesome SF novel about an emerging Shaman, Otter like people, and parallel realities.  It has a great cover, see above).
The Memory of Whiteness by Kim Stanley Robinson (always a favorite author).
In the Drift by Michael Swanwick (Another fave writer).
A Short Sharp Shock/ The Dragon Masters by Kim Stanley Robinson & Jack Vance respectively (A TOR Double).
Surrealism and The Occult: Shamanism, Magic, and the Birth of An Artistic Movement by Nadia Choucha (I read this great book a few years ago, and am now happy to have my own copy. Highly recommended.)
The Way of the Shaman by Michael Harner (a classic in the field).
All About Ham Radio by Harry Helms AA6FW (A book I’ll be using as I work towards getting my Technicians license for Amateur Radio).
Walden West by August Derleth (Some of the nature/localist writings of this author best known for his Lovecraftian stuff).
The Lore and Language of School Children by Iona and Peter Opie (Great scholars of nursery rhymes as well. This one is another nice hardbound from Oxford press).
Storycather: Making Sense of Our Lives through the Power and Practice of Story by Christina Baldwin (I read her book Life’s Companion, about journal keeping when I was 22).

Datacide: Magazine for Noise and Politics, “Issue Eleven”

Musick, Textuality | Posted by jmoore
May 30 2011

datacide1The articles in Datacide Eleven are just the sort of critical discourse, on subjects I am endeared to, that I have been hungering to read. When it came in the mail I nearly devoured it all in one sitting. After gorging I had to slow down, due to the density of the information, even though I’m used to binge reading. It was like stuffing down a big bowl of pasta only to groan later when it has expanded to the point of bloating. Expanding the brain instead of the gut is healthier in the long run, though it still takes time to digest and absorb. But when it comes to studying up on the culture of Reggae sound sytems, of pirate radio signals leaking out from the margins into the mainstream, the paranoid and the conspiracy ridden underpinnings of the Tea Party Movement, it is the kind of work I’m willing to do in order to lead a robust textual life.

The politics of the magazine are clearly activist oriented and of the left while the noise aspect of the magazine is far from the type created by Masami Akita, Emil Beaulieau, or William Bennet, just to be up front. The kind of noise to be found in these pages is predominantly dedicated to the various “steps” (breakstep, dubstep), the various “cores” (speedcore, noisecore, breakcore), gabber and the like. However other genres are touched upon, and not every article deals with music: some are just politics, like the article “The American Radical Right and the Rise of the Tea Party Movement,” while others combine musical and political subjects. There is a healthy dose of short fiction, quick and dirty record reviews, charts written up by people in the scene, and an interview with Steve Goodman, author of Sonic Warfare: Sound, Affect and the Ecology of Fear out from MIT press.

…read the rest on Brainwashed…

and be sure to check out Datacide.

When Life Feels Like A Game of Chess

Textuality | Posted by jmoore
May 23 2011

imagesca21qmshSometimes life feels like a game of chess. In order to win we need to outwit our opponents, who may be those people and forces who have opposing agendas, or goals that are simply at odds with our own. To play well we need to know how all the pieces move, and be able to strategize ways to get them across the board, without getting our own selves killed in the process. This often involves thinking beyond the short term, several moves ahead into the game. Having an eye for opportunities, getting to know the other players blind spots, and having a contingency plan for when things go wrong are all useful tools in the chess players mental kit.

 

I had a very chess like day recently. In researching the talk I am giving on the Library Angel and It’s Oracle at the Esoteric Book Conference this September, I was digging around online to find the exact book where Arthur Koestler first talks about the Libary Angel. Meanwhile, I was also checking in items returned in the express bookdrop. At work I’ll often open a random book at random and read a sentence or two from it. In this case the book was titled “Endgame: Bobby Fischer’s Remarkable Rise and Fall -From America’s Brightest Prodigy to the Edge of Madness”. All I knew about Bobby Fischer was that he had been a chess World Champion who later fell into obscurity. I’ve never been much of a chess player either, so when I paged through the book it was with casual flippancy. Then I saw the pictures of Iceland, a country I’ve long been fascinated with and dreamed of often. From the book I learned that Iceland was one of the countries Bobby lived in during his later years, and then I put it down, curiosity satisfied.

 

Two hours later I find the title of the book where Koestler gives space to the Library Angel. It is called “The Challenge of Chance: A Mass Experiment in Telepathy and It’s Unexpected Outcome.” The book is written in several sections by three authors, Alister Hardy, and Robert Harvie being the others. As soon as I had a free moment I went up to the stacks and fetched it, opening it quickly to the section penned by Koestler. As I started to read chills went tingling up my spine, a sensation I associate with the apprehension of uncanny truths. Let me share the passage with you. Koestler writes, “In the spring of 1972 the Sunday times invited me to write about the chess world championship match taking place between Boris Spassky and Robert Fischer, which was to take place in Reykjavik, Iceland. Chess has been a hobby since my student days, but I felt the need to catch up on recent developments, and also to learn something about Iceland, where I had only spent some hours in transit on a transatlantic flight during the war. So one day in May I went to the London Library, St. James Square to take home some books on these unrelated subjects. I hesitated for a moment whether to go to ‘C’ for ‘chess’ or ‘I’ for ‘Iceland’, but chose the former because it was nearer. There were about twenty or thirty books about chess on the shelves, and the first that caught my eye was a bulky volume with the title: CHESS IN ICELAND AND IN ICELANDIC LITERATURE by Williard Fiske.” Koestler goes on to say, “This type of coincidence involving libraries, books, quotations, references or single words in special contexts, is so frequent one almost regards them as one’s due.”

 

Later in the day, checking my email, I received several letters regarding opportunities for guests on the radio, and events that I am now currently in the process of planning for October and November of this year. In thinking about all the creative projects on my plate, and in looking at my calendar, I realized that I needed to think things out several moves in advance, much as if I were playing a game of chess. It was in this sense that the synchronicities involving my research for the talk rhymed with other things going on in my life.

 

Chance may be a challenge, but it can also be looked at as an infinite game. One of my favorite artistic games to play is the game of chance operations, popularized so well in the 20th century by the likes of John Cage who wrote, “the whole idea of chance operations is that the field of awareness that’s now open to us is so big that if we’re not careful we’ll just go to certain points in it, points with which we are already familiar. By using chance operations we can get to points with which we’re unfamiliar.” The game of chance operations is one, that like Chess and life, can be played an infinite number of times with infinite permutations. The Library Angel is an entity who works through chance operations and who can help us reach those highly creative zones where we can be in touch with the unfamiliar.