Archive for January 31st, 2010

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Brigid and The Magus

January 31, 2010

Brigid of the Green Mantle

I acquired expensive habits and affected manners. I got a third-class degree and a first-class illusion: that I was a poet. But nothing could have been less poetic that my seeing-through-all boredom with life in general and with making a living in particular. I was too green to know that all cynicism masks a failure to cope– an impotence, in short; and that to despise all effort is the greatest effort of all. But I did absorb a small dose of one permanently useful thing, Oxford’s greatest gift to civilized life: Socratic honesty. It showed me, very intermittently, that it is not enough to revolt against one’s past. One day I was outrageously bitter among some friends about the Army; back in my own rooms later it suddenly struck me that just because I said with impunity things that would have apoplexed my dead father, I was still no less under his influence. The truth was I was not a cynic by nature, only by revolt. I had got away from what I hated, but I hadn’t found where I loved, and so I pretended that there was nowhere to love. Handsomely equipped to fail, I went out into the world.”

~ John Fowles, The Magus

 

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Time and Bride

January 31, 2010

I am coming! I am coming!

I am coming through! 

Coming across the divide to you. 

In this moment of unity 

Feeling an ecstasy

To be here, to be now

At last I am free –

Yes – at last, at last

To be free of the past.

And of a future that beckons me.

I am coming! I am coming!

Here I am!

Neither a woman, nor a man –

We are joined, we are one

With a human face.

I am on earth

And I am in outer space

I’m being born and I am dying.

 

Lyrics:  Sally Potter, et al., “Coming,” Orlando Soundtrack (London: Virgin Music, London Records, 1992

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The Perilous Realm

January 31, 2010

Greenmantle

For the last month, this cover art image from Charles de Lint’s book “Greenmantle” has been strong in my memory.  It is the only book of de Lint’s that I have read and I purchased it on the strength of the evocative cover art and the blurb on the back of the book:

Not far from the city there is an ancient wood, forgotten by the modern world, where Mystery walks in the moonlight. He wears the shape of a stag, or a goat, or a horned man wearing a cloak of leaves. He is summoned by the music of the pipes or a fire of bones on Midsummer’s Evening. He is chased by the hunt and shadowed by the wild girl. When he touches your dreams, your life will never be the same again.

You could say that reading this novel of urban fantasy was my introduction to the world of Celtic mythology and Cernunnos, the Horned God; as well as a genre of contemporary fantasy writing that I did not know Charles de Lint is credited as pioneering.

Sadly, my local library only carries two of his books and I’ll be skedaddling along tomorrow to borrow out “Spirits in the Wires”.

Fantasy writing is a genre that I am futzing around with, or rather returning to, because in my school years I wrote a lot of short stories with magical realism and mythological elements. 

I even wrote and illustrated a book of poetry and short stories in Year 5 at Primary School.  Gosh, I self-published my first book at the tender age of 11.  A book, I might add, was promptly pinched as soon as it appeared on the shelves of the school library and never seen again. 

Pretty picture, no?