I got married. It was one of the most amazing, memorable, fulfilling events of my life. As a token of my gratitude, I offered my bridal bouquet to the river by our home to the ancestors and the gods. Thank you for the many blessings that have befallen us. Thank you for the love that surrounds us. Hail the Ancestors! Hail the Gods!
we are the daughters of the parents who had sex and got pregnant
bite the hand
There is no veil between this world and another. It is, instead, a rich tapestry woven together with the finest of thread. You don't train yourself to see through a barrier, but instead you learn to feel the strings all around you.
This is a dangerous sentiment for me to express, as an editor who spends most of my working life telling writers to knock it off with the 45-word sentences and the adverbs and tortured metaphors, but I do think we're living through a period of weird pragmatic puritanism in mainstream literary taste.
e.g. I keep seeing people talk about 'purple prose' when they actually mean 'the writer uses vivid and/or metaphorical descriptive language'. I've seen people who present themselves as educators offer some of the best genre writing in western canon as examples of 'purple prose' because it engages strategically in prose-poetry to evoke mood and I guess that's sheer decadence when you could instead say "it was dark and scary outside". But that's not what purple prose means. Purple means the construction of the prose itself gets in the way of conveying meaning. mid-00s horse RPers know what I'm talking about. Cerulean orbs flash'd fire as they turn'd 'pon rollforth land, yonder horizonways. <= if I had to read this when I was 12, you don't get to call Ray Bradbury's prose 'purple'.
I griped on here recently about the prepossession with fictional characters in fictional narratives behaving 'rationally' and 'realistically' as if the sole purpose of a made-up story is to convince you it could have happened. No wonder the epistolary form is having a tumblr renaissance. One million billion arguments and thought experiments about The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas that almost all evade the point of the story: that you can't wriggle out of it. The narrator is telling you how it was, is and will be, and you must confront the dissonances it evokes and digest your discomfort. 'Realistic' begins on the author's terms, that's what gives them the power to reach into your brain and fiddle about until sparks happen. You kind of have to trust the process a little bit.
This ultra-orthodox attitude to writing shares a lot of common ground with the tight, tight commodification of art in online spaces. And I mean commodification in the truest sense - the reconstruction of the thing to maximise its capacity to interface with markets. Form and function are overwhelmingly privileged over cloudy ideas like meaning, intent and possibility, because you can apply a sliding value scale to the material aspects of a work. But you can't charge extra for 'more challenging conceptual response to the milieu' in a commission drive. So that shit becomes vestigial. It isn't valued, it isn't taught, so eventually it isn't sought out. At best it's mystified as part of a given writer/artist's 'talent', but either way it grows incumbent on the individual to care enough about that kind of skill to cultivate it.
And it's risky, because unmeasurables come with the possibility of rejection or failure. Drop in too many allegorical descriptions of the rose garden and someone will decide your prose is 'purple' and unserious. A lot of online audiences seem to be terrified of being considered pretentious in their tastes. That creates a real unwillingness to step out into discursive spaces where you 🫵 are expected to develop and explore a personal relationship with each element of a work. No guard rails, no right answers. Word of god is shit to us out here. But fear of getting that kind of analysis wrong makes people hove to work that slavishly explains itself on every page. And I'm left wondering, what's the point of art that leads every single participant to the same conclusion? See Spot run. Run, Spot, run. Down the rollforth land, yonder horizonways. I just want to read more weird stuff.
Wilfried Sätty 'Meditation' - 1969.
my 'this but not that' tarot spread
A very simple spread my friends, to identify what the hecc is happening.
It's a three card draw - any arrangement will do.
- first card - "the answer is,"
- second card - "that is to say,"
- third card - "..and it is not-"
example: "what are these weird vibes I'm getting from my friend?"
- first card - "the answer is that your friend feels like they can't relate to your beliefs any more."
- second card - "that is to say, your friend is growing emotionally in a direction that makes them question some of your beliefs."
- third card - "and it's not that they think your beliefs are actually bad. they're just questioning a lot of things on an emotional level right now."
devoting my time is my favorite offering, the one thing I can never get back
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It's such a mervyn peake dead rat poem morning
One of the poems ever.
Rhyton in the shape of a dog's head, Greece, circa 480 BC
from The State Hermitage Museum, St. Petersburg
Linking cards does not mean creating "combo meanings" out of 2 cards. It means drawing a map that shows the roads between 2 cards.
Potentially hot tarot take, but linking tarot cards is not mashing 2 cards together and coming up with "third definition."
I believe that tarot readings are deeply contextual. The question at hand provides context (which is why 'general' readings can be a struggle), and cards link together to create a narrative that is anchored to the question.
"Sun + 8/Cups means wish fulfilled" isn't tarot. That's like, Lenormand.
Tarot is a craft beyond deck structure. Tarot also speaks with its own language (like lenormand or runes) and being able to read tarot requires an understanding of that language beyond memorization of cards.
A major part of the language of tarot is being able to describe how cards relate to each other.
Linking cards together means discovering the flow of information between cards, as they relate to the question at hand.
That flow is not necessarily a combination of meanings.
It is probably better understood as drawing a map that explains how you get from one card to another, and what one card does to another without necessarily transforming the basic nature of either.
"The happiness in the Sun card slows down when it reaches the 8/Cups, which is surrounded by cards that relate to contemplation and meditation. Here, the Sun + 8/Cups link together to show hope shining on ideas that you have not yet decided to carry out."
But that all must be grounded into the context of a question.
- Advice spread: "The Sun + 8/Cups show that there is hope, but nothing will happen until you stop contemplating and choose to take action."
- Spirit contact spread: "The Sun + 8/Cups show this spirit's strong support for you thinking things through on your own."
- Future prediction spread: "The Sun + 8/Cups shows that a joyous event will bring you to a place of contemplation."
If you fail to link the cards, the readings instead might look like:
- Advice: "The Sun says to be positive, and the 8/Cups says think about your options."
- Spirit contact: "The Sun shows the spirit is happy with your relationship, and the 8/Cups says opportunity is at hand. Maybe it's time for your relationship to grow."
- Future prediction: "The Sun shows something really good happening, maybe related to money. After that, you will have a lot of options open up to you."
Even if we examine the future predictions side-by-side, they are not as similar as they seem.
With flow, "the Sun + 8/Cups shows a joyous event will bring you to a place of contemplation." Will bring is the clause that shows how these two cards relate to each other.
Because of how we link the Sun, we have additional knowledge about the 8/Cups.
The Sun card provides context, explanation, or modification of the 8/Cups. Now, we know how the 8/Cups starts, and what events it is related to. The points on a map (Sun, 8/Cups) are now linked together by a road that shows a journey from one to another.
The presence of the 8/Cups provides context, explanation, or modification of the Sun.
Because of the 8/Cups, we are able to predict where the Sun is going. We understand its role in the story (it brings contemplation). The Sun gains lore in the story of the spread; it is not just "a good event," but now also a progenitor and a necessary waypoint in the map of the future.
Without flow, "the Sun shows something really good happening. After that, you will have a lot of options open up to you."
Without flow, neither card modifies the other. The Sun is not understood to be something that causes options to open up. This would be like saying, "first your dishwasher warranty comes through. Then, you get a coupon book with a lot of fast food options." Just because one happens before the other does not mean there is flow between the two things.
Without flow, we do not know where the options described by the 8/Cups come from. We do not know what other events they relate to.
Without flow, we don't know what good things the Sun card relates to. We don't know where things go from there. We don't know if there is any link at all between the Sun and the 8/Cups.
Card linking is more like forging links in a chain that describe how things are related. It is less like melding 2 cards into a 3rd meaning.
There are tarot exercises, which are very useful, that involve melding 2 cards together into a 3rd meaning. This can help stretch the brain and play with concepts of "picture reading" and creatively brainstorming meaning.
But this does not mean that card linking is card melding.
PRAYER TO HYGEIA FOR HEALTH
Hygeia, goddess most beloved of all humankind, may I live with you for the rest of my life, may you be my kindly companion. Any happiness we have, whether wealth or children, or that royal power which makes humans feel like gods, or those desires that we chase with the secret snares of Aphrodite, or any other joy or leisure that the gods have given to humankind—it is only with you, blessed Hygeia, that it grows and gleams in the keeping of the Graces. Without you no one is happy.
—A Year of Pagan Prayer, compiled by Barbara Nolan
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