Saturday, October 30, 2010

Happy Witch's Newyear! Happy Samhain!

Hello Everyone,
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I hope you are all enjoying the Autumnal drama and spookiness. Last weekend my mother and I visited a historical cemetery. We crunched around in yellowed leaves over graves from the Victorian era sipping hot cider. There were massive ravens milling about in a bored sort of way. It was very windy. Wish I had some photographs, but it seems a bit rude to snap photos in graveyards. Speaking of graveyard etiquette, I found this odd newspaper article!


Now we find ourselves approaching the dark half of the year during which sun god of the light half of the year dies leaving the darker half and, thus, the moon goddess. It is a time of libation and offering, psychic and spiritual awareness, passion and sexuality, ritual and ceremony as the physical world retreats into a deep slumber. Beginning tomorrow night on Samhain, the veil between the living and the dead grows thin and fluid.

"Speaking from a personal perspective, I consider it vital to realize, particularly in terms of ritual knowledge, that the experience of evoking the shades of one's lineal and local magickal ancestors provides a very real sense of living community. It bestows the sense of belonding to a magickal community in which both living and dead participate. This empowers the perpetuation of rememberance and maintains a direct understanding of one's personal and communal spiritual heredity. This is one just about the present linking the past but it is about the dead and living engaging in the persent as one."
-A. Chumbley

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It is traditonal on Samhain night to leave a plate of food outside the home for the souls of the dead. A candle placed in the window guides them to the lands of eternal summer, and burying apples in the hard-packed earth "feeds" the passed ones on their long journey. For food, beets, turnips, apples, corn, nuts, gingerbread, cidar, mulled wines, and pumpkin dishes are traditional, as are meats.
-S. Cunningham

Although it is a time of darker days and thoughts of death, I find it inspiring and spiritual! This is a time when we find ourselves cozy and close with our loved ones.

Here are some things that have me excited this Autumn:

-Abuelita Mexican Hot Chocolate is simply the best. You melt the solid chocolate in soy, rice, or regular milk, and then pour it into the blender and mix for a minute or so. The result is foamy, spicy, and darkly delicious. Not syrupy sweet like American hot chocolate....much more complex and deadly.


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A Soul cake is a small round cake which is traditionally made for All Soul's Day to celebrate the dead. The cakes, often simply referred to as souls, were given out to soulers (mainly consisting of children and the poor) who would go from door to door on Hallowmas singing and saying prayers for the dead. Each cake eaten would represent a soul being freed from Purgatory. The practice of giving and eating soul cakes is often seen as the origin of modern Trick or Treating
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-Here is a very macabre news story that my old Folklore professor told us about....it has always haunted me.



-The Fin de Siecle is an amazing blog full of Victorian art and oddities. Right now, they are doing spooky and morbid art. (Be careful, there are some gorey one's of Jack the Ripper's victims)
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-The Hoodoo Shop Blog has some amazing altar photographs up at the moment:
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-Also, The Witch of Forest Grove is a well rounded source of information on herbs, rituals, and history. She recently wrote a great post about building ancestral shrines and altars:

Ancestral Shrines and Altars: Most cultures , ancient and modern, that worship the ancestors maintain shrines or altars at all times. The home shrine or altar is where the ancestors are told of all that happens in one's life-all our joys and sorrows. Offerings are given, as the dead are believed to still require the nourishment they receive from our libations and burnt food offerings. It is also at altars and shrines that the ancestors are petitioned for aid or advice. Whenever something is asked of or received from the spirits of the dead, something must be given in return. This may be anything from libations, burnt food offerings, or certain incenses whose fumes are as food to spirits.

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The Ancestor Shrine: The ancestral shrine can be anything from a small shelf to a full tabletop with photos and belongings of dead loved ones, various candles, a bell, water, flowers, and an offertory dish for libations or unsalted foods. The altar cloth should be white for worship and offerings and the candles white or blue. This is a devotional space to pay respects to one’s ancestors—especially those of your family. I recommended a shrine for those who do not wish to delve deeply into spirit work, but still want to regularly honour their ancestors.

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She also creates beautiful and symbolic artwork

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-I adore the intimacy of this archival home video from 1939!




-Can't get enough of this Timber Timbre performance on NPR





-Don't know where I found this, but...

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-Finally, here is one of Tim Burton's first films. It is a stop-motion version of his poem Vincent narrated by the one and only Vincent Price.
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Whatever you may do to celebrate tomorrow night, may it be spooky and fun.
madeleine


Saturday, August 28, 2010

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Thursday, July 29, 2010

Wishing for Contentment

Do you ever feel frusterated by vocabulary?

I recently went to the theatre to see an underwhelming big budget Hollywood film, and was literally cringing in my chair as I listened to dialogue that has surely been woven in to many many other films, lines having to do with love and "finding oneself" which are nauseatingly and endlessly recycled. The words lose all meaning. They become wisps of cliched smoke with no memorable fire. I began thinking about the use of language in my own life and the way that I too, recycle the same vocabulary often. It reminds me of an inprovisational dance show I saw last Autumn at the Russell Industrial Center. The dancers began their number sitting in chairs in a row and slowly began rising from their chairs, flipping them over their heads, weaving over them, and, eventually, twisting themselves around eachother and performing various motions that vaguely resembled everyday movement, but were worlds apart and very new. I remember a friend of mine remarking after the show that she had forgotten that the human body is capable of so many shapes and forms. Thinking of my own life, movements include : walking, laying down, bending down, driving and getting into my car, etc. And these motions are repeated endlessly. Why not add a silly flourish? Why not deck out our words in proverbial frippery and unusual diction? The commonality of word usage has got me so frustrated I would rather not speak and soak up other people's fascinating speach habits instead!

No better way to do this than to listen to...

The Moth Radio Hour on NPR!! We've been listening to it in the studio. If you don't know anything about the moth, here's what their website has to say:

The Moth, a not-for-profit storytelling organization, was founded in New York in 1997 by poet and novelist George Dawes Green, who wanted to recreate in New York the feeling of sultry summer evenings on his native St. Simon's Island, Georgia, where he and a small circle of friends would gather to spin spellbinding tales on his friend Wanda's porch. After moving to New York, George missed the sense of connection he had felt sharing stories with his friends back home, and he decided to invite a few friends over to his New York apartment to tell and hear stories. Thus the first "Moth" evening took place in his living room. Word of these captivating story nights quickly spread, and The Moth moved to bigger venues in New York. Today, The Moth conducts eight ongoing programs and has brought more than 3,000 live stories to over 100,000 audience members.

It is utterly fascinating to hear these people's stories and get a little slice of their life as they remember it and wish to share it. My personal favorite so far was one by a woman named Faye Lane called "Green Bean Queen". I was able to find it on iTunes, I wish there was a way for me to post in on here (there probibly is a way that I'm unaware of).

Anyways, time to leaf through a dictionary and pick random words to introduce into my life and spice things up!

In other news, (and speaking of spicing old ways up) check out and soak up the unsettling and fantastical porcelin work of Shary Boyle http://www.sharyboyle.com/index.htm

Also, Andrew Bird's "Oh, the Grandeur" is pure honey. I'm listening to it on my balcony rght now and let me tell you, its a perfect summer evening soundtrack.









This song has so much weight for me now. Its rich rich rich. I feel like Led Zeppelin has been helping me heal.


Robert Plant is also the sexiest, obviously.


This song is fitting because two dear friends of mine moved to California today, and because Andrea and I are deeply in love with it right now.

have a good night
madeleineee

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

We're All Honey and We Drip Through the Honey Chain


  • Hello Hello
    Phew...where to start? It has been quite a long while since I wrote here. I am planning things in my head, tryng to figure out what exactly it is I am working on. I beleive that we are all floatng in our little leaf beds down the river; some of us sleeping, some awake, yet we are definetly all moving towards some unforseen distance. I want to sink in the sand and bask in the honey sun when I get there, you?
    Lately has been chaotic and calm as the sea all at the same time, which seems to be the way it always is. To highlight a few things:

    The U.S. Social Forum came to us in Detroit. It was so empowering. I attended three workshops primarily focused around issues of LGBTQI, women, feminism, and transgendered people. Of course, there were some heavy arguements and possibly a touch of self-righteousness here and there, but the overall feeling was that of unity and excitement. Electric prickles of excitement! There were fine folks from all over the country to be met and befriend, tent cities popped up around, and multi-cultural events spiced up things nicely. I particularly enjoyed the poignant and powerful Climbing Poe Tree. They recited their spoken word/music/rap in Hart Plaza and we were all healed and wept and wooped it up and laughed and felt their words and beauty within ourselves. http://www.climbingpoetree.com/live/

Cocorosie a few weeks ago! They were fresh and REfreshing. Flawless performance, sexually charged, all that you would expect. Vanessa and I with Bianca.


I've taken in 2 little little tiny Monarch butterfly eggs. My boss/friend Laurie has a wild garden leading back to her studio with lush milkweed sprinkled throughout it. Monarchs lay their single eggs on the bottoms of the milkweed leaves, so today we waded into the green sea and carefully folded up the leaves looking for silky little eggs. I've got mine carefully placed in a huge mason jar by my bed. I carried them around with me all day! I sort of feel like they should come with me wherever I go because they're fairly hearty and I want to experience every stage of their developement. I feel tremendously maternal towards them.


Art projects! Painting furniture! Beaded medicine jewlery! Dream Pillows! TRAVELING PUPPET SHOW! So many things to do...Setting myself on fire. Eradicating fear.


Re-visited The Dangerous Lives of Altar Boys last night . It reminds me of my own days at a private catholic school (my brother was actually an altar boy for a few years). Like, walking through those tiled hallways in school uniforms and hanging out in the church bathroom. The stark imagery in the movie is so reminiscent of my old school and just the whole emotional feeling of it. I feel like children in private religious schools are expected to be much more "well behaved" than in some public schools. We had to walk in two neat lines of boys and girls anywhere we went, attend mass every wednesday, be clean and wear crisp uniforms, write with pens in cursive in every class, and stand when we spoke in class. It was obviously highly oppressive. I wandered through that school by msyelf so many times while I went there, especilly at night during PTA meetings when I could sneak away. I always felt so certain that it was haunted and I was intrigued with the religious statues of Our Lady of LaSalette~ and even more intrigued with the odd stories about her appearing to young children and such. I remember when I was little there was still that thing were church's doors were open all the time and you could go there to pray whenever you wanted. My mom took my brother and I there at night a few times. I remember it being really dark save for this one red candle burning. I have had a weird love/hate/obsession with the Kieran and Macaulay Culkin for a very long time. I recently saw Party Monster for the first time...




I've been feeling alot like the woman in this Diego Rivera painting lately. Its a good feeling.


I have also been re-delving into Frida Kahlo again, a woman who I feel deeply connected to.


In Greek mythology, the Sirens (Greek singular: Σειρήν Seirēn; Greek plural: Σειρῆνες Seirēnes) were three dangerous bird-women, portrayed as seductresses who lured nearby sailors with their enchanting music and voices to shipwreck on the rocky coast of their island. Roman poets placed them on an island called Sirenum scopuli. In some later, rationalized traditions the literal geography of the "flowery" island of Anthemoessa, or Anthemusa,is fixed: sometimes on Cape Pelorum and at others in the islands known as the Sirenuse, near Paestum, or in Capreae.All such locations were surrounded by cliffs and rocks. By the fourth century, when pagan beliefs gave way to Christianity, belief in literal sirens was discouraged. Although Jerome, who produced the Latin Vulgate version of the Scriptures, used the word "sirens" to translate Hebrew tenim (jackals) in Isaiah 13:22, and also to translate a word for "owls" in Jeremiah 50:39, this was explained by Ambrose to be a mere symbol or allegory for worldly temptations, and not an endorsement of the Greek myth.
Sirens continued to be used as a symbol for the dangerous temptation embodied by women regularly throughout Christian art of the medieval era; however, in the 17th century, some
Jesuit writers began to assert their actual existence, including Cornelius a Lapide, who said of Woman, "her glance is that of the fabled basilisk, her voice a siren's voice—with her voice she enchants, with her beauty she deprives of reason—voice and sight alike deal destruction and death." Antonio de Lorea also argued for their existence, and Athanasius Kircher argued that compartments must have been built for them aboard Noah's Ark.



    Isn't it time for Hallowe'en yet? I adore the summers...but my thoughts have been with dark woods and jack o' lanterns lately.

    And, as a closer, some unknown eye candy from the world wide what-the-fuck that have me dreamin'.






    Goodnight,

    Madeleine