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…

Film Screening: The Art of Free Cooperation

Events | Posted by jmoore
Nov 08 2011

artoffreecooperationMy Fellow Anarcho-Americans,
 
Forget about election day and mark your calendar for Tuesday, November 15, for the screening of feature length film collage “The Art of Free Cooperation” starting at 6PM at the Northside Branch Library. The film, a collage old scifi movies, is narrated by Tony Conrad (Theatre of Eternal Music, Outside the Dream Syndicate, collaborations with Charlegmagne Palestine & many others…). It illustrates the principles of free cooperation: “buisness has a mad crush on collaboration - witness the billions spent on social networking sites, or all the hype around ‘collaboration studies’. But beneath all the flirtation, buisness needs to remain the boss. As long as the process of collaboration is controlled and monetized, the relationship will always be one of forced cooperation. This film argues for Free Cooperation -an alternative way of doing things together, from parenting and the workplace to event organization and cultural prdocution.”
 
Check it out! Meet the others and share with your collective! Starts 6PM Tuesday Nov 15 @ the Northside Library 4219 Hamilton Ave.

Ciao,

Justin

A Champion of the Soul

Dream | Posted by jmoore
Nov 04 2011

jameshillmanI thought the readers of this blog would want to know of the passing of psychologist James Hillman, who died on October 27 at 85 from complications with bone cancer.

Just the little I’ve read of his amazing work has had a profound and long term effect on me. Perhaps the most influential was when I was at Antioch college. I was in crisis mode. I was telling a counselor that I wanted to go into Psychology, except I was having issues with the head of the department who was a big behaviorist with a picture of B.F. Skinner hanging above his desk. The school counselor suggested I read Hillman’s book “We’ve Had a Hundred Years of Psychotherapy - and the World is Getting Worse” written in conversation with Michael Ventura. I never did read that one, and I never did study psychology in academic setting.  The teacher was very hostile towards Wilhelm Reich and Carl Jung, even at a radical school like Antioch. I dropped out after the term.
 
Later I did read “The Souls Code: In Search of Character and Calling” by Hillman which is basically his thoughts about the Daemon, or Holy Guardian Angel if that’s your preference of terms. It was excellent. In it he talked about various well known individuals early lifes, and how by looking into them, the pattern, as set out by the daemon, for a persons life work could be seen in these early experiences. I still have “The Dream and the Underworld” sitting on one of my bookshelves awaiting attention. I’m sure it is essential reading for aspiring Oneiromancers.
 
In the New York Times obituary of Hillman they quoted him from 1976:
“Some people in desperation have turned to witchcraft, magic and occultism, to drugs and madness, anything to rekindle imagination and find a world ensouled. But these reactions are not enough. What is needed is a revisioning, a fundamental shift of perspective out of that soulless predicament we call modern consciousness.” 
 
Gyrus wrote of this, over on his Dreamflesh blog, “However else Hillman has inspired me—and he’s inspired me very deeply—I just have to admire someone for whom witchcraft, magic, occultism, drugs and madness are ‘not enough’. Obviously he didn’t take the path of trying all of these and going through the other side. And obviously I don’t agree with him if he’s dismissing them outright (I don’t think he is). But it’s an important message for all of us mad druggie occultists. Something more is necessary.” 

Eric Clarke and I had a good chat about James Hillman at the Esoteric Book Conference after party. Eric emphasized how James Hillman wasn’t into the “victimization” that is part of so much modern day therapy and New Age fluff. In a review of “One Hundred Years of Psychotherapy…” the Library Journal wrote that Hillman “contend(s) that therapy encourages self-preoccupation, leaving no attention or energy for the woes of the outside world. Similarly, the ‘inner child’ movement has created a population of self-centered, juvenile adults who feel they have little power. Political apathy, a dying environment, and an inability to form real relationships are among the ills resulting from this solipsism.” Rather than fall back on endless hours of therapy and introspection people can pick themselves up and set about doing the real work, based on the call of their daemon, that will change themselves and this world. By writing this I’m not dismissing the validity of soul retrieval and our inner young ones. These aspects need to get reintegrated. Health is the goal -and a return to meaningful work and life, not an endless round of sessions delving into troubled pasts, which in many instances seems to prevent people from moving forward. A good therapist would be one you don’t need to see forever.
James was also an adept dream teacher. His most famous words for dream interpretation were “Stick with the image”. Don’t over-interpret the image. Carry the image with you. It has its own energy and is its own interpretation.

James Hillman was a champion of the imagination and the soul. His tireless work aimed at the reenchantment of this world.

Rainspells & The Magic of Coincidence

Magick | Posted by jmoore
Nov 02 2011

rain_spell1One of the books I’ve been reading is “The Druid Magic Handbook” by John Michael Greer. In it he shows the relation between magic and coincidence in a nice paragraph I thought I’d share here:

“…skeptics can always insist that the results of magic might be coincidence. When a shaman works a rain spell, it could be coincidence that a rainstorm rolls in a few hours later. If the same spell works a hundred times in a row, it could still be coincidence. As long as the rain spell gets the results the shaman wants, it hardly matters, and indeed magic could almost be defined as the art of causing coincidences in accordance with intention. Think about how many important things in life are governed by what modern people call ‘coincidence’ and you may begin to grasp the astonishing power magic has to shape the universe of human experience.”

Picture from From E. J. Glave’s In Savage Africa: or, Six Years of Adventure in Congo-Land (1892).

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

Slowly Melting Euphoria

Fiction, multidimensional art | Posted by jmoore
Oct 29 2011

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Slowly Melting Euphoria :
A Report On The Third Annual Soiree
Of Multidimensional Art Mongers

 

 

 

 This years third annual soiree of Multidimensional Art Mongers (M.A.M.) was a testy, sordid affair. Attendees had a difficult time remaining level headed due to recent schisms within the group and in the formerly close knit community of Multidimensional Artists. Florentine Flabberwright confided, “I’m not sure the cohesion of the group will gel back together enough in time for a fourth soiree. Besides, the bones of the artists are getting pretty lean, and we mongers will need to move on to a new movement that still has some meat and vitality left.”

 

Nathaniel Brunswick who was to give the after dinner speech, along with several other members, had been kicked out for issuing a new manifesto stating that Multidimensional Art was fiscally and theoretically bankrupt. These communiques were not readily embraced by the majority of mongers who had invested large sums of money in the development and subsequent marketing of astral galleries.

Those who remained at the soiree argued about the intellectual vacuity of Rupert Firedrakes morphogenetic installation over bowls of oyster and crawfish gumbo. Located in a shantytown just outside the Land of the Dead, and nearly indistinguishable from the glowing grub worms who did make a home there, his piece was not seen as being a work with a future, and the mongers worried about being able to sell his newer work, or get it placed in shows. His few defenders pitched back insults at his attackers with the snide aplumb typical of the aesthetic elite.

 

Blexie Pharish was however praised for her idiosyncratic use of sixth dimensional contours. Often considered the wunderkinder of the Multidimensional Art Movement (M.A.M.), her newest public work was regaled as a masterpiece of dream glamour. It functioned by worming its way into random selections of the dreaming populace, picking up on the fragmented detritus of sleep. The constructions succubus-enhanced astral slime also trailed off bits of juicy gossip into the dreams of others, seeding whole cities and towns with nefarious pheremones, one night at a time. No one knew how long the etheric thought form would live on. While it is true that among her peers, this work was roundly applauded, critics have claimed her reliance on sexual motifs is a crude tactic used to draw in an audience who would otherwise have nothing to do with her. Others have said she has just not grown into the full power of her voice yet, and given time her pieces will mature to encompass a broader range of themes.

 

The mongers, while concerned with aesthetics, were more concerned with markets, platforms, scaling, and sales. One monger summed up the feelings of the entire room with his question, “But how can we make a profit off this? “Indeed one of the problems long associated with M.A.M. (and here I mean the Art Movement as opposed to the mongers) has been the difficulty faced by cultural workers trying to make a sale, much less get a comission, or a grant. For the most part non-tangible, they create goods which exist only on the imaginal realms and in the subtle planes of reality. Some contend these « planes and realms » do not even exist, that Multidimensional Art is the ultimate form of artistic rebellion and mockery; the gallery, the museum, and even street art had all been co-opted by capital at large, so the only pure form of creation left to those who did not want their work appropriated by conglomerate scum bags were those which did not produce physical products. Such is the history of imaginary art in a nutshell.

 

A group of those who still hold these concerns protested the soiree for the entire evening, attempting to boycott the sale of astral works, heckling mongers and potential buyers alike as they arrived for the evening. They tried to roust them via agitprop messages printed on toilet paper covertly installed in the bathrooms at the Ivory Tower Hotel where the event was housed. Most of these protesters had been former members of S.M.A.C., or the Society for Multidimensional Art Concepts. Svaegnir Thorsson, the Icelandic founder of the group was also the first member to quit. He states, “My associates and I feel that the original aim of S.M.A.C. has been perverted by posers and pretenders, due to the mongering of the art. Our prime directive was to assist humanity in escaping the vapid materialism and haughtiness of the contemporary art scene. Modern man is also overly stimulated and so we tried to craft astral experiences which required the ability to slow down the mind in order to perceive them. Our methods were used to fight everything from Attention Deficit Disorder and the tooth decay caused by addiction to sweets. Our events and creations were designed to withstand the negative impact commodification has had on art movements throughout history. However, the mongers have found a way to capitalize the Astral Plane. They have colonized our dreams. That is why I’m here now, engaging in activism to educate the general public on the dangers of art mongering. I’m also conducting intense research on new tactics for resisting the corporate encroachments on every aspect of life. To this end I’ve started a new group, the Society for the Manifestation of Anarchist Chaos, whose initials are also S.M.A.C.”

Elmer Well’s, a co-founder of the original S.M.A.C. was also in attendance with the hopes of finding a patron among the mongers. It didn’t take long for him to warm up to the subject of his former colleague Thorsson. “Svaegnir is a fraud. He’s a failed painter himself, and can’t help but get irritated when he views someone else’s success. And he has this really bad habit of self sabotage, where if things start to go well for him, he thinks he doesn’t deserve it, goes on a Brenivin drinking binge and starts mouthing off at the people he’s closest to. I couldn’t take it anymore, and when he broke up with me, and broke away from the group, I stayed behind to keep S.M.A.C. operational. I’m still dedicated to the original cause of Multidimensional Art. If I can make a little money on the side, to feed back into the work, is that such a bad thing? Does that make me a sell out?”

 

Anonymous informants on the inside of the original S.M.A.C. claim Elmer himself is a fraud, that his most lauded works were stolen from Svaegnir after he’d left them abandoned in the Abyss. They don’t resent him for this, claiming the practice dates all the way back to the Readymade School founded by Saint Duchamp in the early years of the Twentieth Century. The panel of experts formed to look further into the matter at the soiree is the subject of heated debate among the mongers, as their findings will be decisive in terms of projected values for the Wells/Thorrson portifolio. Among the mongers, the initial findings of the experts has been the cause of a slowly melting euphoria.

Visiting Iceland Again

Dream | Posted by jmoore
Oct 29 2011

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I am visiting Iceland again. My wife Audrey is with me. When we get to the country, we make our way to a hotel where we’ll be staying. The lady who is the concierge cannot check us in until around 5pm, so we set our stuff down, and are going to walk around the city. But I get distracted by an art gallery showing inside the hotel. I go over to the wall and look at the pieces. One is a clock. The curator comes over to me and is wanting to sell me this piece for several thousand dollars. I don’t have that kind of money: especially on a trip to a foreign country. Besides I tell him, “I like this piece better” pointing to a painting on a board above the clock.

 

Then I find Audrey and we plan to go out walking around the town. I ask the concierge “How late do things stay open here?”

She tell’s me “Not very late”.

 

We get going walking around the city. The sun is up, but for not that long. It must be because we are in the far north. I make a phone call to my Dad, “We are up in the Arctic Circle!” I’m very excited. Then I’m talking to some other people back home and they we’re asking what city we were in, “Reykjavik!” I tell them proudly.

 

The city is awesome. The buildings are beautiful…some are up on a ridge above the harbor….

 

Feelings: Like I was there…

 

Reality Check: I have never been to Iceland. It is one of my “dream” trips I’d love to make in this life. I have however dreamed of the country a lot. I’ve read some of the Poetic & Prose Eddas (primary sources for the Icelandic/Scandinavian mythos) & studied various aspects of the country’s history and life there, but wasn’t thinking about Iceland at all yesterday or last night before going to bed. Had no intention for my dreams. I also had synchronicities involving Iceland during the research for my talk on “The Library Angel & It’s Oracle” at the Esoteric Book Conference this past September.

 

Action: See what’s going on in Iceland today (read any recent news stories…) Eventually go there. Perhaps look into hotels & art galleries there…

 

Banner: It feels good above the Arctic Circle.

The Cincinnati Council for the Bardic Arts

Uncategorized | Posted by jmoore
Oct 18 2011

What is the Council?

The Cincinnati Council for the Bardic Arts was started on October 18, 1911 by the poet, Walnut Hills High School teacher and Nordic scholar Arthur Fiske, alongside his protégé Kenneth Templeton. An invisible third partner was the silent backer providing additional resources, financial aid, and occult knowledge.

Arthur Fiske, who had a deep interest in Nordic literature, specifically the Eddas and Sagas of Iceland, considered himself to be a Skald. During the Viking Age Skald’s were members of a group of courtly poets in Iceland and Scandinavia whom recited the epic verses of their day to their kings. They were also often responsible for creating new verses to commemorate and historicize the deeds of their own king. Fiske was also an outstanding chess player.

Kenneth Templeton was himself a member of an order that was instrumental in the revival of modern day Druidism. It was as a member of this order that he received his training as a Bard. The Bards of ancient Gaelic cultures, unlike the poets of today, were a respected lot. They helped to maintain the oral tradition and history of the people. In this tradition, the forms of the poems were not only valuable for their inherent beauty, but were designed with mnemonics in mind as well, allowing room for inspired improvisation.

Together with the help of their backer, they not only worked to design a curriculum for the transmission of these arts, but issued books, monographs, and pamphlets under a variety of pseudonymous imprints. Now, after the initial 100 years where this work was done in silence, their successors in the Council have decided to move forward into the public.

What are the Bardic Arts?

At the core a Bard or Skald, and her or his arts are concerned with memory, with story, and with the preservation of particular stories which become herstory. According to this view a Bard is someone whose memory has been trained to contain not just one story but a multiplicity of stories.

Archdruid John Michael Greer, of the Aincient Order of Druids in America wrote “To know many stories is wisdom. To know no stories is ignorance. To know just one story is death.” Likewise the great interpreter of the American experience, Joan Didion has said “We tell ourselves stories in order to live.”

The lifeblood of a culture then can be measured by how its poets and storytellers are valued. Something else can also be discerned by looking at what stories are being told. When the narrative shifts from a story told by multiple characters and multiple points of view, to a single story about a single person with a single point of view, we know that a culture has entered dangerous territory. A monoculture is one where only a single story is told. This is the place Western Civilization finds itself stranded in. The dominant story of endless progress –at the cost of resources, species, and future generations- is the myth of our age. The children who come after us, born into our debt, who will have to clean up after our party, will need other stories. The Council aims to provide as many as possible.

To be a Bard requires a skill set not generally taught at the contemporary university. Furthermore it takes the courage to speak. Speaking however, is not enough if one does not know what to say or how to say it.  In this respect, the Bardic Arts again return to Memory. All true knowledge is original knowledge, and it returns to us through anamnesis, by remembering the wisdom imparted to our souls before incarnation.

So one of the Bardic Arts is the Ars Memoria or Art of Memory. There are various procedures and techniques that can be learned, practiced, and taught, not only to enhance the Memory but to purify it as well. There are also the Ars Combinatoria or Art of Combination, the Arts of Dreaming and the Ars Moriendi or Art of Dying. Each of these arts requires  in depth study and further explication and will become the subjects of monographs to be issued by the Cincinnati Council for the Bardic Arts in the future.

Tonight, after 100 years of behind-the-scenes activity, the Cincinnati Council of the Bardic Arts makes itself known. Come to their first public performance at the Northside Branch Library on 4219, from 6PM to 8PM, to hear the readings they are sponsoring from literary legends Steven Paul Lansky, Mark Flanigan, Chuck Byrd, Bryan Burke and and Justin Patrick Moore. Maybe you’ll even join us for a drink afterwards at the Northside Tavern.

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.)

Paraxis 02: The Library

Fiction | Posted by jmoore
Oct 01 2011

smllibrarygibsoninmyheadIssue number 2 of Paraxis, an online publisher of short stories edited by Claire Massey and Andy Hedgecock is now online. I am happy to say that I have a very short piece in this second issue, which is dedicated to the theme of libraries. Mine is a bit of graffiti on The Library Wall. The Library Wall is a kind of interactive collage with contributions from 51 writers and artists.  

Delve on into the rich contents of Paraxis 02. They’ve done a slick job combining original artwork with the longer stories. They have stories from: S J Butler, Beth Ward, Sam Parr, Graham Dean, and Elou Carroll alongside essays from Myriam Frey, Alan Wall, Robert Sheppard, and Alan Gibbons. Artists include: C Massey, Tori Truslow, Kirsty Greenwood, Tom Fletcher, Emma Jane Unsworth, David Rose, Nicholas Royle, A.K. Benedict,  . You know what my online reading will consist of over the next week.

This is the perfect themed issue for all my fellow library aficinados and bibliomaniacs!

The image here, is the “cover image” from Paraxis 02 and is titled the Library by Myriam Frey.