Getting Better All The Time
Sep. 24th, 2024 09:17 am Two nights of broken, feverish sleep and getting up at some wolfish hour to try to settle the coughing with a nice, consoling cup of tea. Coming down with a cold is a seasonal marker for me. How do I know it's autumn? I know because I'm feeling like I live on Desolation Row and the oppression will never lift.
But it always does. Or has done so far. And last night I slept like a bay-bee.
I had a dream, clearly inspired by watching Yesterday, in which this American dude, who was a sort of subsiduary member of the Beatles, had written a song with his Dad and was presenting it to his bandmates for their approval. The song was an acceptable piece of 1950s pop- about girls and cars- called "Don't Stop Marie"- and there wasn't a hope in Hell that the Beatles would record it.
The1950s, by the way- the decade of my childhood- is my least favourite decade in popular culture. My life ever since has been a succession of attempts to get as far away from the 50s ethos possible.
I was listening to a couple of cheery little toonz from the 1930s yesterday- by the Savoy Orpheans. Now that's what I call music!
Also, while waiting for my ticket to get off Desolation Row, I've been watching Lyam Christopher- the Golden Dawn magician- talking about raising demons. He has a lovely, gentle, friendly voice- and I find him soothing. I used to be a Witch and so a lot of what he talks about is familiar. I've done the Lesser Banishing Rite of the Pentagram- though I called it something else- and my practice- like his- had a lot of Jung in it. Ceremonial magic is fun- and I respect it- but it's not, ultimately, for me because once I've done something I want to move on and do something else- and I grow bored with all the faffing about. Anyway, I find him not only soothing but wise and- and here's something he said that I find illuminating and insightful. He was using Poe's poem, The Raven" as an example of a (failed) invocation and answered the criticism that "yeah, but that's just literature" with this: that "Literature (and the arts) is where we banished Magic in order to convince ourselves it's not real."
But it always does. Or has done so far. And last night I slept like a bay-bee.
I had a dream, clearly inspired by watching Yesterday, in which this American dude, who was a sort of subsiduary member of the Beatles, had written a song with his Dad and was presenting it to his bandmates for their approval. The song was an acceptable piece of 1950s pop- about girls and cars- called "Don't Stop Marie"- and there wasn't a hope in Hell that the Beatles would record it.
The1950s, by the way- the decade of my childhood- is my least favourite decade in popular culture. My life ever since has been a succession of attempts to get as far away from the 50s ethos possible.
I was listening to a couple of cheery little toonz from the 1930s yesterday- by the Savoy Orpheans. Now that's what I call music!
Also, while waiting for my ticket to get off Desolation Row, I've been watching Lyam Christopher- the Golden Dawn magician- talking about raising demons. He has a lovely, gentle, friendly voice- and I find him soothing. I used to be a Witch and so a lot of what he talks about is familiar. I've done the Lesser Banishing Rite of the Pentagram- though I called it something else- and my practice- like his- had a lot of Jung in it. Ceremonial magic is fun- and I respect it- but it's not, ultimately, for me because once I've done something I want to move on and do something else- and I grow bored with all the faffing about. Anyway, I find him not only soothing but wise and- and here's something he said that I find illuminating and insightful. He was using Poe's poem, The Raven" as an example of a (failed) invocation and answered the criticism that "yeah, but that's just literature" with this: that "Literature (and the arts) is where we banished Magic in order to convince ourselves it's not real."