A forest fire in January

The same winds that have pushed the grass fires in Oklahoma and Texas for the past couple of weeks have been blowing in southern Colorado too.

Now a forest fire is burning west of Aguilar, just one county south of us. It is called the Mauricio Canyon fire. More here.

As of this evening it was 5,000 acres and basically out of control.

When I go outdoors, the forest floor is just crunchy dry. Even in 2002, the big fire year, we didn’t have forest fires in January.

In Denver and other northern parts, however, people are acting like the drought is over, tra-la tra-la. No, it is not.

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The writer’s ego

There are no really good movies about writing. What is there to show? I did try to fire up my magazine-writing class last semester by showing the first 45 minutes of Almost Famous, both for protagonist William Miller’s persistence in getting the interviews and for Philip Seymour Hoffman’s wonderful portrayal of the late Lester Bangs, editor of the music magazine Creem.

(To be truthful, Terry Chen as Rolling Stone’s then-news editor, Ben Fong-Torres, was fun too.)

“That’s because we’re uncool. And while women will always be a problem for us, most of the great art in the world is about that very same problem. Good-looking people don’t have any spine. Their art never lasts. They get the girls, but we’re smarter,” says Hoffman as Bangs.

Hoffman is back as Truman Capote in Capote, which M. and I saw last week. He is an actor, as opposed to someone who merely plays a glamorized version of himself in different costumes (John Wayne, Tom Cruise, many others.)

Capote was a chameleon with a typewriter, and we see him creating different personae for different situations, all the while collecting material for the most famous work of creative nonfiction of the last century, In Cold Blood.

If you want to see Capote himself playing a sort of self-caricature, find the 1976 spoof-murder mystery Murder by Death.

Or watch Hoffman, who is 5’9½”, use every actor’s trick to suggest Capote’s short stature (5’3″). Hear him mimic Capote’s creepy-childish voice and display lip twitches and gestures to create Capote’s flamboyantly gay public persona. Capote biographer Gerald Clarke suggests that Hoffman’s cinematic Capote is truer to its original than Capote’s own.

You can’t make a movie about writing. But as a movie about a writer, this one is tops.

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Bodies in the bog

From the Daily Mirror, headlined “Murdered 2,500 Years Ago”:

Tortured, maimed and disembowelled, the two savagely slaughtered bodies were a grisly sight for the Irish peat bog workers who unearthed them.

One of the dead men was found in County Meath, Ireland. The other was discovered three months later, just 25 miles away in Co. Offaly.

With soft flesh, fingernails, masses of red hair, teeth and eyeballs still intact, it seemed that the corpses had been freshly buried. And detectives thought they had stumbled across IRA victims. But when state pathologist Marie Cassidy saw the water-logged graves, she suspected the remains were much older than they seemed.

Archaeologist Ned Kelly thinks that they were sacred victims:

“My belief is that these burials are offerings to the gods of fertility by kings, to ensure a successful reign,” says Ned. “And that bodies are placed in the borders surrounding royal land or on tribal boundaries to ensure a good yield of corn [small grain–CSC] and milk.

More from the Irish Times here and from the BBC here.

It’s just one more piece of their tradition that today’s Celtic Reconstructionist Pagans have thrown overboard.

(Thanks to Mirabilis.ca.)

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Passing of a Priestess

Madge Worthington, one of the pillars of Gardnerian Wicca in England, died in November just before her 91st birthday.

Prudence Jones of the Pagan Federation wrote of her in a 90th-birthday tribute:

Madge had come into contact with the Craft in the early 1960s, when she was in her 40s. Here at last was a natural, life-affirming religion, not burdened down with sin and guilt in the way that Christianity seemed to be. Beauty and pleasure were seen as sacred, and Witches were encouraged to be at one with the tides of nature–rather literally in Madge’s case. Brought up in various parts of the old Empire, she had sailed a dinghy from an early age. When she married and settled by the Thames she mortified the male yachtsmen in her area by taking part in their annual race and beating them all by a huge stretch of clear water.

The late Maureen Brown wrote of her as part of the same tribute article:

The most notable thing about her is her love and respect for nature, the Earth and the animals; she has been active in the Green Movement and has over the years donated a small fortune to animal charities.

In 1971 she hosted the first meeting of what became the Pagan Front, forerunner of today’s UK Pagan Federation. An online shrine was constructed in her memory here.

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My so-called break

Tabitha tells it like it is.

Add a book ms. to read, a proposal to write, a journal issue to assemble, an unpaid article to write for academic glory…

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1939 and All That

Jason Pitzl-Waters draws attention to a 2001 interview with Janet Farrar and Gavin Bone recently re-published in the online zine The Wiccan-Pagan Times.

Janet Farrar, who came to the Craft in the late 1960s, seems to dancing around a more skeptical position as regarding Gerald Gardner’s finding a coven of Witches concealed within the Rosicrucian Theatre group in 1930s England. She thinks that the concealed group was mostly Theosophists and Co-Masons, and that he tried to label them as witches.

Let’s try a radically simpler idea.

The whole “1939 initiation in Dorothy Clutterbuck’s country house” story is fiction. Likewise, the Lammas 1940 ritual against the threatened German invasion, turned into a 1983 novel by Katherine Kurtz, is itself most likely fiction.

The man driving the coffin nails into the 1939 initiation myth is, ironically, a man who wants desperately to believe in it: the British writer Philip Heselton. In his second book, Gerald Gardner and the Cauldron of Inspiration, which followed Wiccan Roots: Gerald Gardner and the Modern Witchcraft Revival, he backs away from the pure Margaret Murray-style “Old Religion” mythology and suggests that perhaps Wicca was developed in the 1920s, just before Gardner came along. (Both books are published by Capall Bann.)

Unlikely. Gardner’s own actions and writings offer a different explanation.

In the 1960 biography, Gerald Gardner, Witch, he tells his biographer (Idries Shah, owner of the publishing firm), that when he found the Witches, he found what he had been seeking all along. But consider his own behavior, as detailed by Heselton.

In 1946, he joins the Ancient Druid Order, which had a magical component but was not truly Pagan, since many members were more like esoteric Christians with Celtic interests. The same year, he is ordained a priest in the esoteric Ancient British Church, one of several tiny splinter groups of the Old Catholic Church. Finally, as is well known, in 1947 he contacts Aleister Crowley, shorter before Crowley’s death, and is given a charter to continue Crowley’s magical order, the OTO.

Is this a man who has found what he truly sought in 1939, or is this a seeker who is still sampling different esoteric spiritualities in order to find the one that is right for him?

Likewise, in the 1940s he writes a novel of witchcraft, High Magic’s Aid, whose practices bear little relationship to Wicca but, as the title suggests, look a lot more like ceremonial magic. In contrast, his 1954 book Witchcraft Today is whole-heartedly in the Margaret Murray camp; she wrote the introduction. It describes a Pagan religion surviving from the misty past, and that is the position that he held for the rest of his life.

The turning point is 1951, when his associate Cecil Williamson opens a witchcraft and folklore museum on the Isle of Man. Gardner helps to finance it and later takes over its operation. The partners have a problem: what to put in the display cases? They bring talismans, magical daggers, and so forth from their personal collections, and so on, but it’s not enough. Gardner replicates some ceremonial items–swords, robes, grimoires, etc.,–as he admits in his letters to Williamson, and promises to get more on loan from the witches.

I think that the physical reality of the museum and its needs (and perhaps the simultaneous repeal of the Witchcraft Act of 1735, which meant it was no longer illegal to call yourself a “witch”), were the final push that led to the creation of the self-consciously Pagan new religion of Wicca by Gardner, his lover Edith Woodford-Grimes, and whoever else was involved.

Then, in the 1950s, Gardner truly acted like a man who had found what he was seeking. No more OTO, no more Druids, no more Ancient British Church. He taught Wicca, wrote about Wicca, gave press interviews about Wicca, and continued that way until his death in 1964.

In his 1992 book Crafting the Art of Magic, Aidan Kelly points out that other than Gardner’s own stories,, we have no independent sources for the 1939 initiation, the 1940 rite against Hitler, etc. Kelly also rightly says that religious innovators often present themselves as reformers of an earlier tradition rather than creators of a new one.

Unfortunately, Kelly also tried to paint Gardner as a sexual masochist with very flimsy evidence and innuendo. He made much of the practice of flogging boys in English boarding schools–but Gardner was home-schooled and never attended any boarding school. The result was the “Gardner was an old pervert” meme, which is still with us.

Were I a Pagan theologian, I would say that the Gods chose the timing: 1951 not 1939. Maybe so. And all religions are “new religious movements” at some point in time.

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On the Road

I’m traveling in southern New Mexico. Blogging will resume shortly.

Candles for Pagans

I like candles. So did my mother, a life-long Episcopalian. To her, I suppose they suggested gracious living. She died ten years ago, and M. and I still have not used up all the candles that she left behind.

Ever since our handfasting, we have been pretty well “out” to our families. So when Yuletide comes around, they must think Paganism > magic > interior decoration > candles.

We have American candles, Italian candles, Israeli candles, candles shaped like animals. We have enough candlesticks and multiple-votive-candle holders for a small Catholic church. And they are all tasteful and fine, except that lately M. has been concerned about health effects, so we don’t burn candles in the quantities of old, except during our annual four-day power failure.

On the other hand, this year M.’s sister sent a box of organic French chocolate truffles. Could we encourage this trend?

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Stifle yourself

Community College Dean, an academic blogger, posts on coping with unhappy students and on the desirability of “stifling yourself,” mainly so as not to tell the academic slackers what you really think of them.

I saw a different, simpler version on a hatchback in Salida, Colo., yesterday, written with narrow white tape on the rear window: &lt/YOURSELF&gt

Web-nerd humor.

Spotlight on Pagan Studies

The field of Pagan Studies gets noticed in Publishers Weekly, thanks to freelance religion writer Kimberly Winston. Since my upcoming book is mentioned, I couldn’t be happier.

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