Home
the sober second thought Below are the 20 most recent journal entries recorded in the "flaming_ted" journal:

[<< Previous 20 entries]

August 6th, 2009
12:34 am

[Link]

under the weather
her life, a sense of alienation....the whole time she was not alone, he was unaware that it was her last moment of consciousness, he held her asleep and didn't know to wake her, he didn't drop her though....

maybe the day was over when her finger slipped and dialed his number, one two, three times....too many

but it is hard to say that anything is over
though itis indeed night, and night is not day

her night begins with ginseng and rum cola, and dub music....the first night she has had in what feels like her entire life..as life renews, and life doesn't always guarantee...

then she remembers her life...her fond past that is him....her fond fond past of being with him...in hotel rooms maybe, and afternoons on the beach...and of busrides through the cold with his mitten in her mitten, his toque against her toque...so fondly she faints


waking up she thinks how she is guilty of that, indeed..guilty of her love for him having a past, having a root.... but the future too.....is a guilt......with such guilt on all sides how can the present not to be a guilt.......

and she thinks of him, resti ng his head...his golden head, warm and soft and glowing with the most beautiful consciousness....the sweetest dreams...................

no poetry could describe, nor german could rhyme, what she thinks of him.......


her constantly melting and flaming and shining and glinting and glaring and crying and sighing and loving love

her love
her love
her love

she loses coherency in speech but gains coherency inside

(2 comments | Leave a comment)

June 25th, 2009
11:11 pm

[Link]

Actually it's not the hole in me, it's the whole in me.......that's the real question...
tearing out my hair with the feeling in my eyes and the beer is curdling inside

oh wonderous ocean of foaming grime....my stomach is the depth of me my stomach is the death of me my stomach is the dirt in me
the grain of sand

the eternal internal eye

the thirsty , the dry, the starving mind

my butterfly, bellybutton sty full
treatise upon the land, share this man, share this clan, share the hole inside

we live in great agony and even greater peace...we die in who knows?

the teeth find holes.....and shudder....and we become them...and then life is over for us forever, who can go on? knowing....

about those holes....

our hearts beat and beat and the frustrated mould lingers deep...it will seep into every core..............every porous orafice that is microscopic and ultimately triumphant....................the walls are caving in, oh no, those aren't the walls. those are my perceptions of me



my skin? is it inflating..............

is it ready to be free?

we open our eyes our hearts our minds and sometimes our ears..........always our mouths........but our skin????

when will we ever know about the cesspool, about the parameceam dream, about the 70s........???


when will we ever grace the gods with joy, swimming in the sea between you and me, the sea that goes through you and me.....and all that remains is our soul.......

there isn't anything between your soul and mine, jon your soul and mine, floating in the sea....the sea is a journey, the ships are a device.........

(2 comments | Leave a comment)

June 24th, 2009
10:44 am

[Link]

Warning to all dissemblers: Canada's utopia no more.
It is all around us, and yet, as Canadians raised to see nothing but sunshine and rainbows, conceiving of Canada as the world's greatest example of equality, it is forcefully and consciously ignored every day. The truth is that there is a third world in Canada, and it is not exceptional at all, unless you think it is fair to say that aboriginal children in Canada should be cast aside as an exception. There are Canadian children today facing severe and debilitating challenges that we as urban Canadians can not even imagine, yet these challenges are real and we are choosing to leave these children to deal with them alone. On reserves across the west and in northern Canada especially, where tuberculosis still strikes and the infant mortality rate is up to 7 times higher than the national average, according to a Unicef report issued this Wednesday, children are living in sub-standard conditions without access to clean water or proper health-care services. With the outbreak of H1N1 recently these issues are coming to the forefront, having been linked to the higher rate of swine flu deaths in aboriginal populations. How then is it possible that the Canadian government could get away with refusing to deliver hand sanitizer to the Manitoba First Nations reserves due to its alcohol content? Why would we as Canadians allow this great insult and injustice to occur? We should be ashamed. As a nation that prides itself in providing top of the line health care free of charge to all of its citizens, regardless of age, gender, ethnicity or economic status, one would think that such a disparity simply could not exist. However, it does exist, and it shows the extreme ignorance and hypocrisy, the lagging indifference of the people of this country that is considered a world leader in health care and human rights. Too long have Canadians been unresponsive to the needs of the aboriginal people. Too long have the standards of living been left to degrade and decline, because the majority of the rest of the population have considered it not to be their problem. But it is their problem, it is every Canadian's problem, and such feelings and opinions suggesting that it's not must be seen for what they are, which is hatred and racism. Aboriginal Canadians are Canadians, and they deserve to have their rights as Canadians met. These rights are not currently being met, so we need to live up to our reputation and meet them, or else be prepared to stand down internationally, as such horrific conditions can not be hidden from the world forever. We must increase federal funding to First Nations for health services and education, and consider provincial involvement since provincial health care can provide more services, especially for individuals with special needs. We must promote co-operation and open communication between First Nations communities and their urban counterparts, and overcome the obstacles that block us from reaching an understanding with one another. Above all, everyday Canadians need to become more aware of the problems facing Canadians nationwide, and demand more from our federal government to defend the rights of all our people. Canada, whose name means village, is a nation built on the idea of community, and a community is only as strong as its weakest members. What kind of a community allows some children to live in third world conditions while others get the best services available? We have to face up to this great violation of our principles and put an end to the inequality now if we wish to move forward into the 21st century.

Current Mood: fuck off mr harper
Current Music: yeah yeah yeah lithium nirvana

(Leave a comment)

June 19th, 2009
12:36 pm

[Link]

dread lion
when you analyze religious belief it needs to be done subjectively, because done objectively it causes all of your beliefs about the world, about life, about yourself and others and everything to be questionable, analyzable as religion...
where does one draw the line about these things?

kids on acid listening to music and chasing the soundscapes...what are they doing just having fun? are we so vain and egoistic not to see they are seeking out spiritual knowledge, esoteric powers, wisdom and some kind of truth that can never be put into permanence
but resides in the very nature of relief?

we all need guidance.

these expertiences aren't subjective they are objective.

culture is based on the understanding that experiences are the bridge between individuals
and are shared...
day after day we are ambushed by perceptions that are universal, though they vary for every person and they are different, they are still related.....to the general concept....and yet we fail to conceptualize it or we refuse to conceptualize it...we have the pieces of this puzzle that we refuse to put together, out of fear or hatred of others...
but it's there...
day after day...
and we are getting closer and closer to discovering it...
the secret, the head popping secret
that we are all addicted to the pieces of.

Current Mood: confused
Current Music: matthew good band

(Leave a comment)

March 12th, 2009
12:45 am

[Link]

The end of the world, posthumus attachment...
speaking strictly thereof, one, says i how undone it all, be my thoughts sought out, my thoughts sought after, all facts aside


when the world has died the child that dwells in ashes future burned, by which I means the past, consumes the whole of himself.........meow says the cat and howls the wind, the trees do hide themselves wisely in senility, in sentient immobility....
we are indeed unwise, who run about, beneath the moon, beneath the eeire orange glow that one bestows.....the edging fears edging us all out, and out of our minds we feel our feet take us, but nowhere is lost........we merely make dew with our brain beating frost........the body, the soul....the murky depths....THE HEAVEN AND HELL JESUS SOUL OF YEARS TOSSED< SCREAMED AND WEPT......years bereft.........and god his chrsitendom, god his king jewel....the years remained........but we are drained...

how sparkling trails can entail so much more, and detail.......and our bones seek the confirmation.....always seeking the confirmation of light, given in sight........

organize....find solids from shapes...SHAPES?!!! how can shapes ever make soilds.........

what solid comes from order, when disarray can take up everything...order can't even take up, it takes in.....what am I saying here?

he said, he can never know any other "internal" I, and i felt the whole world die, i felt the fear, curse those infernal electrons!!!!!!!!! curse the big space, death tripping god face...curse infinity and curse myself for not being born a tumor upon his flesh.......not some other i, not some other i at all......i am a fool and just...i just wrant about fighting it out, about hopping the dust dance, of cleaning and fretting, or mopping it up....i talk of big things....come to little.....


i howl at the moon, it's yellow and encourages me to drink...

(2 comments | Leave a comment)

March 4th, 2009
09:30 pm

[Link]

When your feet are tested...
by the water's edge, do they slip or slide, do they follow the tide, do they flip or flop do they float or drop, do they learn to walk....

when your feet are warm, when they're risen up, and your head is rolling with the wind and the waking haze, does your body melt or does it hold consciousness, does it know...

if heat vibrates if it inverts does the sun have the power to wipe out this earth, does the frequency belong to it, and do we?

the frequency alerts us to rise, to wake....

do we move or become inert?

no longer lulled but not able to defend against the soundless rays, that deafen our hearts and force us into waves......

or suddenly before us each to each, the eyes reach and the arms pull...we run up the beach and into one another....

(1 comment | Leave a comment)

February 27th, 2009
11:37 pm

[Link]

Dancing in the dragon's jaws...
Why do the sun shine and the moon beam
cast their sights upon the dusty dream
of earth bound memory?

Why do we seek to slit the screen, the starlit seam?
Why do we ask what gods are these

Who search the sky for trace of us,
in hearts adorn with greed and lust,
find beauty, find trust...

dancing in the dragon's jaws,
there is only one path,
there is only one law,
there are infinite, there are eternal, there are ways...
inside....

the flower cups,
the mountain tops,
the golden mind...

and we ask ourselves
there is only one sun in the sky
but there are stars behind
and stars besides...

what gods are these
that fill me up
and set me with no wings and throw me over the edge
with no flippers into the sea
with no light beneath
only me

the only sun in the sky
we ask ourselves is there time

and the sun goes by
does not say a word
but whistles softly with the wind
that endless tune
that aching rhyme
of night and day
of the rising tide
and the washing away

my heart is empty
my heart is full
my heart is a fire and the knotted vessel pours me into you and you into me
pours everything everywhere
pours life into layers
and stills the pools
and then shakes them too

so what gods are these and why
if not to die?

the will resounds....
the aeons cry...
in the sand we lay...

(5 comments | Leave a comment)

February 23rd, 2009
12:48 am

[Link]

yes i'm thinking
do you care? do you care that i'm alone?
don't you want me to be,
our relationship is shallow and baseless
but for
a base of despair,
of my being alone
don't you want me to pool
and you can dance in the irony of being happy for my truth...

the truth of everything, all rounded off and rounded up and bouncing forth and back
with collission as god and death as his child

with the face of every turn a cheek redder, more discrete, but visible still, the beating eye, the lash of time,

perple feathers draping necks bottling down deriving hope
then contriving to destroy

(Leave a comment)

February 20th, 2009
10:36 am

[Link]

The trees were on fire...I was alone in the market, having been rejected, my paintings nowhere to hang, no longer mine I cast them aside.....the paint would find its way to the skies and rain back down upon me, to cast them again...........I had to hide........running to the nearest shelter....a resort my mom owned, and she made me scrub the floors, and my father and brother gruel hours over steaming pots.............Chopping tomatoes, and there are these tomatoes that smell so sticky and sour and of death, she makes me chop them...I swear they are rotten but she won't waste any supplies on me she screams so I eat them....and I run with the bag of chopped bitter death tomatoes crying and throwing up, and my dad and my brother take one bite or two and look ill and say these are rotten, i think we're going to be sick, but my mom berates them to the point that they actually question it themselves, they're so lost...and i am alone, and sick...and now she is telling me I must run for her in this marathon she is doing, to impress her community.....ross and my dad are running, but i am sick and i insist i cannot run, i am too sick, and she belittles me until i can take it no more, and i spit tomato at her, and say, you better run for yourself because dad is running for me........and she puts her running shoes on...............................................i stumble into the backroom, i need a bathroom.....there is one down this hall, but i have to go by this room where there is a cook and a pretty maid who works with us, i say to her i love your hair because she has it styled up for the big beach party tonight, but i look so genuine, she says what are you gonna kiss me or something? and they laugh at me, and i am wound up in despair and just go down the hall, to the bathroom, a luxurious guest bathroom near the lobby, i look the door and seek the floor for my knees, it has two toilets, and the first one is clean but the second has a steak floating in it with toilet paper, i cannot even throw up in the clean one with such horror there and i try to flush it, but it won't flush, i try again and again until it seems almost as if it's gone but through my tears my sight has been so blurred i am ready to give up when my vision clears and i see it's a kitten......I HAVE NEARLY KILLED THIS INNOCENT KITTEN!!! i pull him out so fast, and there is a tub beside i will wash him in but there is a woman in the tub, a nearly passed out lethargic and evil woman who claims the cat is hers and she has just no idea how he keeps getting himself in there but he should be fine...i wash the kitten and refuse to give him back to her and i hold him tight and start sobbing are you sure he's goin to be ok??? i wail until suddenly the kitten is old, bigger, he is sammy, my cat, my wise old cat, and we are floating together by the dock, in the warm caribean sea, and there is the sound of a bass drum coming from the shore, and there are men running down the dock to start the marathon....or maybe they're just running because they are alive.......and suddenly sammy is a black man running on the dock, but still beside me floating in the water, he speaks to me that everything will be ok, that he will be ok, with the voice of the black man and i watch the black man run, "when i run from the people i run groupwise, and i have things taken from me, when i run with the people i run manwise, and i take things from others, but when i run alone, with nothing, i find everything i need, because that is the way i ran long ago..."

(Leave a comment)

December 18th, 2008
01:45 pm

[Link]

1. Mary Douglas believes that ritual pollution comes from things that are anomalous, or out of place. Anomalies are dangerous and pose a threat to order. The way to deal with pollution, then, is to avoid or make taboo anomalous things, and in doing so give increased meaning to order. This is similar to Jonathan Parry's theory about death pollution, where he suggests that sexual pollution by women, which he claims are associated with death, in Bara death rites poses an added threat to order and to vitality and that the way to dispell its influence is for the men to engage in precise and ordered ritual to ensure the continuation of life and their blood lines.

2.  According to Huntington and Metcalf, the ritual bathing of relics during the Great Service in Mahajanga is important because it symbolizes the vitality of the ancestors. By bathing the relics, which are mostly clippings of hair and nails taken while the ancestors were still alive, they are demonstrating that the ancestors still have a life force.

3. The Shilluk and English treatments of royal succession each address Hertz's argument that the fate of the body equals the fate of the soul. For example, the Shilluk king is not allowed to show any signs of aging, sickness, or impotence, and his death is never made public. It is said that he has merely disappeared. The spirit of the divine kingship of the Shilluk, called Nyikang, is the true king and is simply given a wooden effigy to dwell in until a suitable replacement is elected to be possessed by him. Thus the problem of the body politic is solved. In mideival England, the problem of the body politic is addressed in a similar way. The death of King Edward II is a good example. When he died his son, Edward III who had in fact killed him, was not available for the funeral, so it was delayed for a long enough time that his corpse rotted siginificantly. A wooden effigy was then made to represent Edward II's body, symbolizing that his 'body natural' may have died but his 'body politic' was still in tact and maintaining its dignity, avoiding decay.  In each case, the King's body is very strongly tied to the state. What happens to the King's physical body is of ultimate importance to his political body, his established rule, which we can compare to Hertz's idea of a soul.

4. The royal relics of the past kings represent the body politic of the current Thai king. His power or authority is established by his possession of or proximity to the royal relics.

5. Michael Lambek, in his study The Weight of the Past: Living With History in Mahajanga, Madagascar, explains how the Sakalava understanding of history can be looked at using Mikhail Bakhtin's concept of the chronotope. The chronotope is a merging of time and space, where time itself can be said to have space. The Sakalava spatialize time in , which Lambek demonstrates using ehtnogrpahic examples.
One way in which the Sakalava spatialize time is noted during their seances. During these seances, many mediums are possessed by ancestor spirits, called tromba. The mediums sit in an order that represents the hierarchy of the tromba. For example, a medium possessed by a child spirit will sit in the lap of another medium who is possessed by that spirit's parent spirit. As well, mediums possessed by senior spirits sit in the northeast, and mediums for spirits from distinct epochs (time periods) will all sit in the same areas. This demonstrates a geographical perception of time.
Another way that the Sakalava spatialize time in terms of spirit possession is the taboos that must be adhered to by the mediums. Mediums cannot be possessed at the same time in the same place by spirits that have had major conflicts in life because these conflicts would resurface during the seance. As well, the mediums of senior spirits sit in the back and often arrive late, waiting to be greeted and saying very little. What they do say, however, is treated with great respect. The ancestor spirits are active participants in the Sakalava politic, and they are required to santion or sanctify any changes made to their shrines or the rituals performed there. In this way, the spirit mediums represent a space for time to dwell in, and history is embodied in the present.
The most important way in which the Sakalava spatialize time is found in their performance of the Great Service. The Great Service, where the relics are ritually bathed and carried around the main shrine in Mahajanga, reaffirms the Sakalava constitution and merges the past with the present and the future. Venerating the royal ancestors is regarded not as a return to the past but as a growth upon the present, towards the future. The Great Service is a way for the Sakalava to incorporate the founding ancestors into the current state, and bring them out from their centre to every corner of the Sakalava politic.
One final way the Sakalava spatialize time, which is probably the most notable, is found in the architecture of their shrines. The shrines are built to house ancestral relics, so the most ancient relics are located in the very centre, with descendents added around them over time. This architecture makes the centre, which represents the past, the root in which all the descendents encircling are attached to. The shrine architecture is designed so that moving towards the centre requires passing through doorways and gaining entry. The route becomes more and more restricted the closer one gets to the centre, and represents both remembering and forgetting. it is a very visual display of time in space. 

7. Control over the sacred relics is of great importance to the reigning Sakalava monarch because possessing the relics legitimates him as King, giving him authority. The relics are a form of symbolic capital. Also, he is the beneficiary of the wealth generated at the Great Service so long as he controls to relics, which are the central object in the Sakalava politic, and this wealth is the main source of his income.

9. The Medjugorje pilgrimage phenomenon represents Turner's theory of pilgrimage in that the pilgrims all made the journey to Medjugorje as a rite of passage. The pilgrims left their everyday lives behind and entered a liminal state to reach the holy site and receive the blessing of of the Virgin Mary, and in turn to move up a level on their spiritual path. The phenomenon of Medjugorje also reflects Assad's discussion of the authorizing process. The children hearing and seeing Mary and speaking for her could be seen as what Assad calls liturgical discourse. This is essentially the practice of and sentiments associated with religion, whereas theological discourse is disengaged discussion about religious practice, that accomplishes the authorizing process. The Catholic Church, after hearing about the children's claims, began a lengthy debate over its legitimacy as a miracle, and this debate was what Assad called theological discourse. Their debate ended in them deciding that the phenomenon was not a legitmate miracle, but even without the Church's auhtorization, the pilgrimage site still flourishes, demonstrating Turner's theory yet again on the power of the extraordinary, and of the liminal state and transition in spirituality.

(Leave a comment)

December 3rd, 2008
11:35 am

[Link]

The Peyote Pilgrimage of the Huichols of Mexico

          In the Sierra Madre Occidental, a mountainous region of Northern Mexico, live a people called the Huichols who have for centuries been making their annual sacred pilgrimage hundreds of miles east to the San Louis Potosi desert, which they call Wirikuta, home of the gods and the souls of the dead, and where the sacred peyote cactus grows. This journey traditionally was made on foot, and could take over a month to accomplish, now it is often done by truck or bus, and sometimes takes as little as a week. Even though the means of travel have changed, the pilgrimage still follows its sacred itinerary, with the pilgrims, called peyoteros, fasting and adhering to taboos throughout the entire process, and stopping to pray and leave offerings to the gods at all the key sites and gates, of which there are many, along the way. Its ritual significance is still maintained, as a visitation to the land and time of creation, where light was born in the form of Tatewari, which means Grandfather Fire, who is the god of the shamans, and his son Tao, Father Sun. It is also significant as a re-enactment of the mythic first peyote pilgrimage, where Tamats Kauyumari Maxa Kwaxi, which means Elder Brother Deer Tail, who is a creator and ancestor god associated with peyote and deer, led the ancestors and other gods on their way to Wirikuta to find peyote which he said would heal them and bring fertility to their land and people (Benitez 1968). The purpose of this essay is to try to understand why peyote is so central to the lives of the Huichol people, and to analyze the key aspects of their annual pilgrimage to acquire it. Drawing mostly from more modern and in-depth ethnographic research than that of Carl Lumholtz, the pioneering Norwegian explorer who first brought Huichol religion to the attention of the scholarly world but was mostly an observer, this essay hopes to explore the pilgrimage and the peyote symbol from a more personal view that seeks to get into Huichol consciousness, both collectively and individually. 
          Tamats is often referred to as Paritsika, Lord of the Hunt (Benitez 1968), and he is seen as the deer who devours or sacrifices himself, in the form of peyote springing from his antlers or in some versions from his footprints, so that all can eat and partake of life (Lemaistre 1996). Deer and peyote, called hikuri in Huichol, are almost interchangable in Huichol mythology, and during hunts for deer they sometimes say they are gathering peyote, and when gathering peyote they say they are hunting deer (Lemaistre 1996). Peyote is seen as the flesh of the deer, and is the ultimate ritual sacrament in Huichol society. It is divine, with the power to heal as well as to take one to other worlds, and it allows the Huichols to communicate with the gods. This communication can be as vague an experience as witnessing colourful arrays of geometric patterns flying by, which they call nierika, to as concrete an experience as hearing Tamats, whom Lumholtz refers to as "the singing shaman" (Lumholtz 1900: 20), sing a song which is considered to be the sign that the gods are pleased and is a blessing to the individual who hears it (Schaefer 1996).
          One of the most essential features of the peyote hunt occurs before peyote is even eaten, and before the peyoteros even reach their destination. This is the confession and purification ritual that takes place on the path to Wirikuta. It is essential to the pilgrimage because if the peyoteros do not confess their sins honestly, the entire pilgrimage is jeopardized, with threats of any number of misfortunes befalling them, such as illness striking one of them on the way, or madness from the peyote afflicting one of them as punishment by the gods. Tamats and the ancestors on their first pilgrimage, too, stopped and confessed in this way, for if they did not, they would not be allowed to enter into the sacred desert and receive the divine blessings of the peyote. During the ceremony, which occurs after sundown and is held around the fire, each peyotero confesses his sins, which are generally related to the body, especially sexual transgressions, to the chief shaman, Tatewari Mara'akame. In Huichol, mara'akame means shaman, so this name literally means the shaman Tatewari, though this role is often referred to as "The Man with the Arrows" (Benitez 1968: 42), alluding to the feathered arrows that are the symbol of the shaman in Huichol society. Tatewari Mara'akame holds a rope which he ties knots into for every transgression confessed by each peyotero. At the end of the pilgrimage, once the peyoteros have returned home and hold the Hikuri Niexa, Dance of the Peyote Fetsival, this rope will be thrown into the fire to symbolize that the peyoteros have performed their ritual duties to the gods and have been forgiven by Tatewari who erases their sins (Benitez 1968).
          At the end of the confession ceremony, there is another ritual held immediately after each pilgrim has confessed which is a central part of the pilgrimage and is the symbolic start of the transformation from the profane world to the sacred (Benitez 1968). In this ritual, new names are given for each pilgrim and their family members back home, as well as for the plants and animals, and essentially everything in the world including directions. Some peyoteros, typically the experienced mara'akames, are assigned sacred names as the gods and ancestors of the first journey. For instance, the most respected mara'akame is assigned to be Tamats Kauyumari (Benitez 1968). He will lead the peyoteros from now on, his arrows and his deer mask with the weaved wainuri, or sacred tobacco bag, pointed ahead, holding the makutse, or sacred tobacco, which Huichols say contains the "heart-memory of the gods" (Schaefer 2005: 189). Another important name assigned is Nauxari, "he who recounts" (Benitez 1968: 171), or, in other versions, Nauxa "keeper of the peyote" (Schaefer 1996: 151). Nauxa has a very crucial role throughout the entire pilgrimage, administrating peyote to the peyoteros, making sure they are "in the physical and mental states that facilitate their out-of-body travel along this [Tamats Kauyumari's] path" (Schaefer 1996: 152). As well, Nauxari must sit with Tatewari in the communal temple, called the calihuey, which translates literally as big house, after they have returned from their journey, telling Tatewari everything that has happened over the course of travel and receiving messages and visions from him (Benitez 1968). 
          The other peyoteros receive more personal names, which can be very humourous at times. For example, French ethnographer Denis Lemaistre tells of a peyotero on one particular pilgrimage who wore tatterred rags and, therefore, was named Namakate, which means a featherless bird, such as the vulture, for the entire pilgrimage (Lemaistre 1996). Even when the names given are humourous, however, there is always the underlying theme of transformation that is taking place. "Huichol mythology considers birth and naming identical" (Lemaistre 1996: 324), and the reversal of names and directions is a way of creating the sense of a different time and place, indeed, a different world, for the peyoteros. It is "returning to one's origins... to that state of innocence and openness that characterized most of the great ancestors" (Lemaistre 1996: 323). The ceremony is marked by laughter and a playful spirit, but its symbolism is nonetheless rich. To consecrate the new names, each peyotero is picked up by a companion and shaken over the fire, so that Tatewari can erase the old identity, leaving only the new identity for the remainder of the journey (Benitez 1968). "Mortal pilgrims symbolically become their immortal deities at the time of the world's creation" (Schaefer 2005: 183). As Benitez pointed out, after the naming ceremony he witnessed was complete, it seemed that "the Huichols had become the gods whose name they bore" (Benitez 1968: 81). 
          Once the peyoteros arrive in Wirikuta, perhaps the most striking feature of the entire pilgrimage takes place. This is the ritual enactment of the hunt. Tamats Kauyumari points with his arrows to Reunar, the long inactive volcano that Tatewari sprang from, where Elder Brother Deer Tail can be seen, as a hazy figure like a cactus or rock formation in the distance, at the summit. The first deer has been spotted, and the peyoteros shoot arrows at the desert, symbolically chasing and wounding Elder Brother Deer Tail (Lumholtz 1900). They march further in, and when the first peyote is found, it is ritually stabbed with an arrow by Tamats, symbolizing that they have found the wounded deer and have slain him (Benitez 1968). If this first peyote has flowers, the flowers are eaten because it is said that they give one special vision to spot more peyote (Schaefer 1996). The first peyote is treated like a deer, with Tamats drinking its blood and anointing the others with it (Benitez 1968). It is considered to be a sign of what is to come for the rest of the hunt, denoting what kind of peyote and how much more will be hunted. This is similar to a concept utilized in the hunting of actual deer, that of the namakame, which is a messenger deer that is the first deer spotted by the lead mara'akame and is said to "hide another [identity] within it" (Lemaistre 1996: 320). For example, if it is a small young deer it predicts to the mara'akame that a full grown great deer is nearby (Lemaistre 1996). In the peyote hunt, the shape of the first peyote is important as well, and if it is a deer-shaped peyote, one with five ribs, five being a sacred number to the Huichols, representing the five cardinal points of the world, this is a good sign for the success of the hunt (Benitez 1968).  
          After the ritual slaying of the first peyote, the peyoteros are now allowed to hunt the peyote freely, wandering the desert with their muvieris, the feathered-arrow wand of the mara'akame, used to guide as well as to heal, and to endow things with various other spiritual powers, gathering as much peyote as they can (Benitez 1968). But important here as well is that the peyoteros search for specific shapes, formations, and colours of peyote, because certain shapes and formations have symbolic importance. Most notably is the formation, or cluster, of peyote that they feel resembles a life-size deer, which they call "the Mother of Peyote" (Scahefer 1996: 150). When this is found a ceremony must take place. Tamats and the other peyoteros gather around it to perform the necessary rituals. The largest individual peyote of the formation represents its heart and is cut into many thin slices. Blessings are spoken and a slice is placed in each peyoteros mouth. The rest of the heart slices are placed in a special gourd bowl to be distributed back home at the Hikuri Niexa (Scahefer 1996). 
          The significance of the hunt cannot be ignored. The peyote is deer. Not only is it deer, but it is the flesh of the deer given willingly to the Huichols by Elder Brother Deer Tail (Lemaistre 1996). Huichols hunt it like deer and use it like deer's blood to anoint their fields of maize, which is also, in Huichol religion, deer and peyote. By hunting the peyote and using it in their harvest rituals, the Huichols are fulfilling the trinity of their subsistence-based religion, partaking in the communion of all things (Lemaistre 1996). "Peyote, deer, and maize are united by a network of close correspondences. Myth and ritual present to us a circle of metamorphoses in which each figure is the creator of the others at the same time it is created by them, like vessels open to infinity" (Lemaistre 1996: 308). 
          One cannot neglect to mention what is ultimately the holy grail of the entire pilgrimage, and of Huichol religion as a whole. Above all the rituals associated with it is the peyote itself, the effects it has on the people and the meaning it holds for them. Peyote is, of course, an extremely potent hallucinogen. Winkelman calls it a "psychointegrator plant" (Schaefer 2005: 180). His term means that peyote is used ritually to enhance or set the stage for mystical experience (Schaefer 2005). Indeed, it is. But it is much more than that. Peyote sets the stage not only for mystical experience but for delving into and realizing the entirety of Huichol society. Peyote is the flesh of their god, Elder Brother Deer Tail (Benitez 1968). When they consume it and feel its psychoactive effects they are receiving direct communication from the gods. They are entering the sacred realm, where they are given a greater understanding of the world and of themselves. They don't believe they are hallucinating, they believe they are seeing or hearing the gods themselves. The colourful geometrical arrays that one sees on peyote they call nierika, translated by Benitez as "the face of god" (Benitez 1968: 219), or by Negrin and Furst as "the power of supernatural vision" (Lemaistre 1996: 309). Nierika is essentially the spiritual power of the experience of being inebriated with peyote. It serves as a "portal into other worlds" (Schaefer 1996: 156). When a Huichol experiences nierika, he or she tries to go through it into the second stage of peyote trance, where the gods show themselves undisguised (Schaefer 1996). A Huichol who reaches this second state may actually see Tatewari in the fire as an old man, or hear the voice of Tamats singing (Schaefer 1996). He or she is completely sure that the gods are actually presenting themselves to him or her, with a personal message of guidance for his or her life. The gods bestow powers this way, especially when Tamats sings. When a peyotero hears Tamats sing, he or she must sing and dance with him, and the song he or she sings is considered to be part of him or her forever (Schaefer 1996). Peyote, clearly, is not merely enhancing or setting the stage for mystical experience. Rather, the religion of the Huichols is setting the stage for and enhancing the peyote experience. Peyote gives real personal experiences to the Huichols that will bring each Huichol closer together. As Schaefer said, peyote is "an enculturating force" (Schaefer 1996: 161) that "reinforce[s] the Huichol cosmology and...shared worldview" (Schaefer 1996: 161). When a Huichol consumes peyote, especially on the pilgrimage, it is "no longer a matter of passive acceptance of one's indoctrination but of truly ineracting with all [the religion and culture and myth] contain, and experiencing them as realities and as truths about the nature of the world and humanity at large" (Schaefer 1996: 161). 
          Huichol society has managed to survive the Conquest and centuries of modernization. The syncretism between Huichol religion and Catholicism is minimal. In fact, Huichols have holes for offerings dug into the floors of the Catholic cathedrals they sometimes use, and have been known to dress up effigies of Catholic saints as Huichol gods and goddesses (Furst 1996). Why is it that Huichol society has been able to maintain itself even though its close neighbours, like the Coras, have all but lost their traditional religion and way of life? The peyote cult of the Huichols is by far more immense and intense than any other Native American peyote cult. The pilgrimage alone is evidence of how seriously they take peyote. To the Huichols, peyote is a sacred guide, without which no Huichol, nor the world itself, would exist (Furst 1996). That is why, surely, the Huichols have managed to maintain their way of life while others have not. Because their beliefs are so rooted in nature and in their subsistence habits, and because peyote is such a central part of their lives, engaging them in their myths as active participants rather than mere observers from birth to death, Huichols know of no other way. Huichol women eat peyote while they are pregnant and breastfeeding, and children sometimes eat peyote, though this is not encouraged by society until they are older, so peyote and the religious associations around it are a present reality that grips each Huichol, young and old (Schaefer 1996). When Huichols make the sacred pilgrimage, they are at once gods and ancestors, traversing the land for the first time, uncovering the mysteries of life, discovering the other identity hidden within the apparent one. A famous Huichol shaman-artist, Ramon Medina Silva, put it best when he said to anthropolgists Peter T. Furst and Barbara Myerhoff, "[y]ou have seen how it is when we walk for the peyote. How we go, not eating, not drinking, with much hunger, with much thirst. With much will. All of one heart, of one will. How one goes being Huichol. That is our unity, our life. That is what we must defend" (Silva 1996: 202).



References Cited

Benitez, Fernando [1968]. In the Magic Land of Peyote. Texas: University of Texas Press, 1975.

Furst, Peter T. "Myth as History, History as Myth: A New Look at Some Old Problems in Huichol Origins." In People of the Peyote, pp 26-60. Albuquerque: University of New Mexico Press, 1996.

Lemaistre, Denis. "The Deer That Is Peyote and the Deer That Is Maize: The Hunt in the Huichol 'Trinity'." Translated by Karin Simoneau, In People of the Peyote, pp 308-329. Albuquerque: University of New Mexico Press, 1996.

Lumholtz, Carl [1900]. "Symbolism of the Huichol Indians." In Memoirs of the American Museum of Natural History; v. 3, pt. 1. New York, 1900. cited at: http://hdl.handle.net/2246/12.

Schaefer, Stacy B. "The Crossing of the Souls: Peyote, Perception, and Meaning among the Huichol Indians." In People of the Peyote, pp 138-168. Alberquerque: University of New Mexico Press, 1996.

Schaefer, Stacy B. "Plants and Healing on the Wixarika (Huichol) Peyote Pilgrimage." In Pilgrimage and Healing, pp 179-202. Tuscon: University of Arizona Press, 2005.

Silva, Ramon Medina. "How One Goes Being  Huichol..." In People of the Peyote, pp 186-205. Albuquerque: University of New Mexico Press, 1996.

 

(Leave a comment)

November 27th, 2008
01:12 am

[Link]

The inter changing face of everlasting lateral periphery maize


brrr grrr phaze

mbarr farrrrr gaze


grrrrrr phrrrrrrr base

ppppp
ppppppp
ppppppppp


the movement of association

the rickety drum


the wavering coast


the floating past....


voices of the ghost
temporarary temporal glow
and inanimate show
extrapolate fast



mmmmmmmmmmmasked as infantry
beneath the infancy'
lies breathlike tendency
to worship the moon

and mother lays bear
all the worlds there

(Leave a comment)

November 25th, 2008
01:35 am

[Link]

Birthright, set back, death hole race track...
Action is sucha  childish thing
what does the adult wish to do with time but grow fat off it?
adn waht decision has he made but the one imposed upon him by his inactions....the deicions that life is too worth living to live???
that nothing is worth doing?
that inevitable age old old age sentiment....we are going to die so live each moment like its your last...

well really...
she sits and stares....terrifyed of the thought......

and the moment is gone but another one comes....and that builds faith....and superstitious belief that inaction prevents death....prevents decay....when we have seen quite the opposite

but still...what to do with his day? 

is something better than nothing...or are only certain things better than other things....and maybe only one thing is better than nothing....and that is ideally a reason to sit forever til it comes to be...................but is it death??

and where is me, to find such thoughts, all of a sudden brewing...timidly....she cries......timidly she sighs...........

for the way of the world is indeed that something is better than nothing...that is the most evident of all truths....(apparent)..

(Leave a comment)

November 16th, 2008
10:58 pm

[Link]

A mirror is not a sword,
though it cuts through me,
I am not divided by the blade as I am by own reflection(s),
and what the mirror splits it cannot see...
A multiplicit expedition,
frought with tears...
Sails pass through me,
but I have no key
Without you I see no me,
only memory
and fear...

set my heart above my imperfections,
set my sight clear,
set my head in the right direction,
with my(our) love break the mirror(s)...

...................
 
By the fire,
break free,
from the shadow world, unseen,
break the mirror, slit the screen,
climb the silver chord, uncurled....

inspire by breath
the rising steam,
along the smoke,
the golden seam,
through the paths that glow,
your soul departs,
into greater (un)known,
what the heart imparts....



.................................................................................................
.........................................................................



From the caverns of the great spiral
there is a light resounding,
the voice of which
is painted rich
in shapes upon the walls...
from its arms to its pitfalls...
curl the water's calls,
and the birds' wings gleam against the green....

Standing alone atop this cliff,
firey breath draws the sun and the moon as one,
You bellow,
skipping stones,
kicking waves with your back to sea(see),
the edge of all that is real,
find me...

Above holding heavy eyes, I hear your love
in feeling heat our heart
is knot through sacred beat...

(1 comment | Leave a comment)

November 5th, 2008
01:57 am

[Link]

Waiting for the snow...
Electric froth wall
Spiral sunbeam fall

burning heart girl
head against it all
sharpness tickles
the things beneath the eyes unseen relentlessly rise
and cloak is covered by sight

the endless eternal form laughs and holds itself through the night

rising away from the things it sees
to not see them more

seething cool mist clouds the door

heart on the floor
sighs in celebration
of the pounding bass
and the resounding roar
of consummation, disambiguation....
synchronicity (reciprocity)
and more...

"there's a fog upon la, and my freinds have lost their way, we''ll be over soon they say, now they've lost themselves instead...
 please don't be long, please don't you be very long, please don't be long, or i may be asleep..."

Current Mood: brrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Current Music: the magical mystery tour

(3 comments | Leave a comment)

October 30th, 2008
03:23 pm

[Link]

Ring of fire
carry me away explosion by explosion, doubling over, beneath the water's edge we do not perish at most we expire, our BREATH takes ahold of itself and swims away....

butterflies make auras with the fluttering of their wings and this causes sunlight to bounce, reflected as a sheen of green upon the fairy's back...

the pier breaks and i am suspended inexplicably above the tide....

my heart holds me high with its beating, beating faster, gravity inside...

we dream of new worlds, and finding home,

we refuse the meat that is presented before us while we're asleep, so weak and unconscious, yet we do not break.

coffee wake...in honour of the beast...

(Leave a comment)

October 28th, 2008
03:26 pm

[Link]

When the sky is torn open by the vision of his blue, and his spiralling golden arms reach all ways round my heart....i am picked up off this earth and taken into the dark cold space...to float alone with no air....icry upon my infinitely extending form, and formlessness rips me apart......

When he has taken hold of everything i was, i saw, in him beyond, i fall as i am, a mother in the sun....i loved no more than him...and every moment i love him more....

she is dizzy from the streets and the smell, the sounds are serrated and jagged and confusion causes her to seize, she falls to the ground and prays.....desperate, she needs him, she runs into the desert gasping for air, her bellybutton grows and grows open, sucks in sand, she is hollowing out, she is starving and drying, dying without, the sky is a red dust that alienates, and the ground is a burning plate...her heart palpitates she falls to the ground and seizes....mother mary, the cooling blue washes over her, the father....

she awakes with roses springing up around her, carrying her limbs to the sky....she rises and walks through the desert alone, calmness pervades, and she finds him at the top of the dune, face hard as stone, awaiting death or destiny....his lips stretch forever, he is not aware of anything, he has rejected everything but the truth he awaits......she takes him in her arms, puts his head to her breast and holds....he awakes and sobs and she gently rolls tears upon his hair, together they rock, and bring up water from within, and with their movement the whole universe stills...

(5 comments | Leave a comment)

October 24th, 2008
03:57 am

[Link]

holy host
host of me
in terms of what it means, to reach an end

i see before you hopes of man
and in my breast descent of clans

bowing down we meet the core
imploring us to deliver more

we birth an end
and in it find rebirth

(1 comment | Leave a comment)

October 22nd, 2008
03:37 pm

[Link]

1.
          In E. E. Evans-Pritchard's study, Withcraft, Oracles & Magic Among the Azande, he takes an 'intellectualist' approach. This can be said for three main reasons. First, he attempts to determine the functions of each concept in everyday Azande life. Next, he attempts to demonstrate how all these concepts and their relative functions interrelate to form a coherent whole and represent a logical dependent mode of thought that all Azande follow. "In this web of belief every strand depends on every other strand" (Evans-Pritchard 1937: 109). Finally, he attempts to show how this way of thinking is a rational response to the environment and is a means of understanding and manipulating reality (Evans-Pritchard 1937: 64). His method of study differs from that taken by other anthropologists, namely Malinowski and Durkheim, and this is illustrated quite clearly in a few important Azande ethnographic examples from his fieldwork in the late 1920's.
          Malinowski and Durkheim, though disagreeing with one another in their own right, both differ from Evans-Pritchard in their staunch approaches to studying religious beliefs and rites on a couple of key notes. While Malinowski and Durkheim focus on the functions, be them psychological or sociological, of religion, Evans-Pritchard, in his study of the beliefs and practices of the Azande, appears more focused on rationally understanding the beliefs themselves. He does not deny the various social and personal functions that witchcraft as a doctrine imparts upon Azande life, rather he stresses that these functions work together to propel the belief, which in itself serves as not merely a social control but also as a means of rationalizing events, and explaining the unexplainable. Where Durkheim would be satisfied at defining Azande witchcraft beliefs as a means of controlling moral behaviours and maintaining social unity, and Malinowski at easing anxiety, Evans-Pritchard goes further and recognizes the Azande notion of witchcraft as a powerful mental tool for reasoning about and manipulating events otherwise out of human control. Witchcraft is not merely a representation of social values or a product of collective needs. It is a rational undertaking of Azande society to understand and control events.
          In Evans-Pritchard's study of Azande witchcraft beliefs and magic practices, he notes that these beliefs and practices in many ways serve to keep the Azande apart more than they keep them together. Because of the hereditary nature of witchcraft in Azande beliefs, witchcraft has the power to dissolve kin relations. For example, if, in the days before British colonization, an Azande who had been killed as punishment for witchcraft was autopsied to find witchcraft substance in his belly, then the blood brothers of the deceased could claim he was not really their kin at all but a bastard child of their mother's infidelity (Evans-Pritchard 1937: 3). Also, since witchcraft is affected by distance and can only travel so far to attack its victims, the Azande have traditionally lived far apart from one another to avoid injury from the ill-will of neighbours who are potential witches (Evans-Pritchard 1937: 12-13). Durkheim's approach to religion and ritual seems incapable of explaining these observations, as he believes religious beliefs and rites exist to maintain group solidarity and kin relations.   
          This is not to say, however, that Evans-Pritchard does not find ample ways in which witchcraft beliefs for the Azande are very socially-based and orientated towards societal maintenance. He points out that, although witchcraft beliefs are so much a response to misfortune that witchcraft can almost be equated to misfortune, they are also a function of personal relations in Azande society. The oracle consultations made upon misfortunate events to find the responsible witches are undertaken with the names of possible suspects sought out among the community by the victim himself, who is aware of the enmity, grievances and jealousies of his neighbours and has suspicions about many of them beforehand. "Oracle consultations therefore express histories of personal relationships" (Evans-Pritchard 1937: 46). As well, witchcraft beliefs do express the Azande moral codes of behaviour and their social values, as the intention of the witch to cause harm is the critical factor in all events of misfortune that are explained by witchcraft. Witchcraft in Azande society is often called umbaga, which means 'the second spear.' This is a metaphor for explaining how natural causes can be a factor in death but that it is witchcraft which finally kills a man. "The attribution of misfortune to witchcraft does not exclude...its real causes but is superimposed on them and gives to social events their moral value" (Evans-Pritchard 1937: 25). 
          In Evans-Pritchard's study it is evident that magic in Azande society has a direct purpose, whether it is to heal a sick man or enact vengeance upon a witch. Though Malinowski does recognize that magic is different from religion in that it is straight-forward and has a goal or aim in mind, he thinks that magic rites serve chiefly as a protective measure to relieve anxiety about unpredictable events, meaning the efficacy of the magic is not as important as the act itself. In Azande society, however, magic is used for much more than relieving anxiety. It is often used as a way of balancing social tensions, and settling scores. As well, if the magic doesn't work, then the end has not been achieved, and anxiety has consequently not been relieved. Malinowski also believes that religious and magical beliefs are derived from deep personal revelations acquired in solitude. According to Evans-Pritchard, though, belief in magic and its practice in Azande society is structured such that personal revelations are almost entirely out of the question. Azande magic is believed to work solely by virtue of properly ascribed use of medicines and adherence to taboos (Evans-Pritchard 1937: 177). It is a steady and solid tradition which must be followed accordingly. Witch-doctors take medicines and perform dances whereupon revelations do come to them, but it is thought by the Azande that these revelations come from the powers of the medicines themselves, being stirred up by the dancing of the witch-doctors, or from the witchcraft in the bellies of the witch-doctors, not from solemn private reflection or communication with a Supreme Being (Evans-Pritchard 1937). 
          Another point that negates Malinowski's theory about religion and magic is that Azande beliefs can actually be said to raise anxiety, not reduce it. The Azande belief in witchcraft is set up so that anyone can be a witch, even the individual himself who may be unaware of his own witchcraft. "Azande say that you can never be certain that anyone is free from witchcraft" (Evans-Pritchard 1937: 55). This raises anxiety because everyone is therefore a possible threat to the Zande, and he himself is in danger of being accused of witchcraft or even murder, and consequently having vengeance taken upon him. The beliefs about witchcraft in Azande society for the most part raise anxiety. The only context that the reverse is true is in terms of explaining events, especially those involving coincidence. "Witchcraft brings a man into relation with events in such a way that he sustains injury" (Evans-Pritchard 1937: 22). A striking ethnographic example of this is the granary collapse Evans-Pritchard witnessed during his fieldwork. Though the Azande knew that termites were eating the wood away and were aware that people regularly hid under the granary on hot sunny days, the fact that the granary did fall at a time when people were under it needs to be explained. It could have just as easily fallen later on that night, or earlier that morning, when no one was under it to be injured, but it fell when people were under it and caused great injury to the community. The Azande are not willing to simply accept that it just happened that way. To the Zande, every misfortune happens for a reason. The collapse happened because someone possessing witchcraft wished misfortune upon the victims and made it happen when it did. (Evans-Pritchard 1937). The Zande diminishes his anxiety about the unpredictability of such events by believing in witchcraft.
          Witch-doctors function as the main public affirmation of belief in magic and especially of witchcraft (Evans-Pritchard 1937: 109). Unlike Durkheim, who views rites as expressions of group unity that must follow from pre-existing sentiments, Evans-Pritchard seems to support Radcliffe-Brown's contention that rites in themselves can create or at least strengthen sentiments. It is not only his observations of witch-doctor séances that demonstrate this idea, but also the skepticism with which witch-doctors are treated in the Azande community. The Azande seem to know that some witch-doctors can be fakes but still manage to keep their belief in witch-doctors by insisting that other witch-doctors can be genuine. "Skepticism explains failures of witch-doctors, and being directed towards particular witch-doctors even tends to support faith in others" (Evans-Pritchard 1937: 107). The Azande persist in their belief of witch-doctor efficacy by believing in the powers of the medicines the witch-doctors use, and by believing in the witchcraft that the witch-doctors may possess. Evans-Pritchard gave an example of how belief is maintained despite common sense by describing how his servant Kamanga, who was being initiated into witch-doctorhood, was shocked to discover that the objects of witchcraft being removed from witch-doctor patients were really just pieces of charcoal, but quickly recovered faith a few days later. He rationalized his regained belief in witch-doctors by suggesting that they must deceive the patient in order to be able to deliver the special medicines, which are the real cure, to the patient (Evans-Pritchard 1937: 105). Another Zande man rationalized belief in witch-doctors to Evans-Pritchard by claiming that though they deceive the patient with bones and other objects they call objects of witchcraft, the real witch-doctors also make deals with witches causing injury to desist so that the patient may heal (Evans-Pritchard 1937: 107). In both cases, belief in witch-doctors is confirmed by the success of the witch-doctor treatments, and not the means of achieving it.
          The séances performed by witch-doctors in Azande society are vibrant and imposing and very different from everyday activity. The witch-doctor or witch-doctors speak in unusual ways, as if detached from reality, and they dance for hours violently, sometimes even cutting themselves. They threaten to shoot bones or beetles into the audience or eachother if proper enthusiasm isn't displayed, and sometimes will display their authority by picking a bone or beetle out from somebody who they have apparently shot it into. The atmosphere alone contributes to a rise in emotional level and can be a factor in the affirmation of beliefs among the participants. Also, the witch-doctor is convincing not just by his demeanour but also because he speaks vaguely and tells the client just enough for the client to hear in his words the verdict he wants to hear. The client, who has supplied the witch-doctor with a list of suspects beforehand, asks the witch-doctor questions and interprets the witch-doctor's vague answers to satisfy his pre-existing beliefs. His own suspicions about his neighbours or wives are affirmed and given fuel to grow, so that he may act upon them by taking them to the final test, the poison oracle.
          Everything in Azande life is so interrelated that, as Evans-Pritchard points out, "were a Zande to give up faith in witch-doctorhood he would have to surrender equally his belief in witchcraft and oracles" (Evans-Pritchard 1937: 109). "Their idiom is so much of a mystical order that criticism of one belief can only be made in terms of another that equally lacks foundation in fact" (Evans-Pritchard 1937: 107). Hence, because the Zande believes in witchcraft and magic medicines, he therefore also believes in oracles and witch-doctors, regardless of how many 'fakes' he encounters. In this web there is always room for skepticism, so long as it is explained in further mystical terms, and through this scheme beliefs are always potentially there, waiting for rites and situations to bring them out (Evans-Pritchard 1937).
          Evans-Pritchard's study of the Azande is indeed exemplary of the intellectualist approach. He has taken these seemingly separate aspects of their culture and shown how they all work together to create a coherent system of beliefs and practices. Unlike other anthropologists, who have tried to come up with universal theories to explain these things as religious phenomenon, he has instead rationalized Azande beliefs and practices, and contextualized them. He has demonstrated that Azande beliefs both uphold tradition and are adaptable from situation to situation, and that the system is therefore constantly changing.


2.
          Malinowski argues that the Trobriand Islanders practice magic in situations of uncertainty, and that it is therefore as a means of reducing anxiety about events that are otherwise out of human control or understanding that magic is practiced. This shares a common theme with Evans-Pritchard's understanding of the nature of witchcraft beliefs among the Azande. He finds that witchcraft is the explanation given for almost every event of misfortune in Azande life, especially when coincidence is involved or the event is unpredictable, and that their practices in such situations are aimed at controlling or avoiding certain outcomes. The Azande will consult their oracles any time they are faced with uncertainty, whether it is to inquire about the illness of a kinsmen or the undertaking of an important political, social or economic venture. The oracle will tell them if there is witchcraft that will produce a bad outcome, and base their decisions upon these verdicts. This is similar to the magic practices the Trobriand Islanders perform before undertaking dangerous sea-fishing voyages, where the outcome of the voyage is impossible to predict.

3.
          Marcel Mauss's theory about "the residue" found in all magical beliefs is supported by Zande theories about witchcraft and magic. Witchcraft, called mangu, is often conceived of as a generalized force, when the individual witches responsible are not known, and it is the overarching principle that the Azande hold to explain events of misfortune and situations where their magic has failed. The Zande also believe in the soul of witchcraft and the soul of the medicines used in magic, and it is this soul which is thought to be responsible for the effects achieved. This is similar to the idea of mana that Mauss made reference to, which he determined to be a generalized impersonal force of magic potential that permeates all magical beliefs in the society.


 

4.
          Radcliffe-Brown's contention that "rites strengthen sentiments" are supported by the practices of Zande witch-doctors. Witch-doctor séances arouse the audience into heightened emotional states, making them more suggestible, and also offer an outlet for the social tensions of the group to be discussed where it is otherwise impossible to do so. This leaves it open for suspicions to surface and be confirmed during the séance, supporting beliefs the Azande have about eachother's intentions, as well as solidifying their belief in witchcraft as a whole. The witch-doctors behave in such wild ways that belief in the magical powers of their medicines and their ability to see witchcraft is strengthened just by witnessing the act. As well, since skepticism of witch-doctors exist beforehand, it is the outcome of the séance or surgery that ultimately results in the subsequent belief in the witch-doctor’s efficacy.

5.
          Malinowski would agree most with Hertz's second explanation for why the corpse is feared, the explanation that it is because spiritual essence of the deceased remains until the body is properly buried and this essence can torment the living with the threat of further death. Malinowski would agree most with this explanation because it characterizes how the death of a person is more than just the death of a social entity, that it is a physical reality affecting all those in proximity regardless of status or relation to the deceased. It causes anxiety and distress to all members of the community equally.

6.
          Mauss disagrees with Durkheim in his comparison of magic and religion by viewing magic as a collective process, not a solitary endeavour as his uncle proposed.

7.
          If we applied Van Gennep's rites of passage model to the fate of the soul, it would be the second stage, the liminal stage, that would be the most threatening to the living. This would be the case, according to Hertz, because the individual is in transition from being alive to being dead, and his/her soul is suffering while the corpse decomposes before it is given proper burial. This is a threat to the living because the soul may be spiteful and try to cause injury.

8.
          Malinowski's theory of magical practices states that the elements of magic are associated with emotions rather than the logic or ends of the magic, and that magical efficacy is not based on logic but on the formula or spell itself, and that even the utterance of the words has consequence and meaning. Evans-Pritchard points out that this is not so in Zande magic, and explicitly negates Malinowski's theory by stating that although the Azande use spells, "[t]hese spells are never formulae" and "there is no power in the address itself...The virtue of a magical rite lies principally in the medicines themselves" (Evans-Pritchard 1937). He states that the choice of words is not important, nor is the order of the words or actions of the rite, and that the efficacy of the magic "depends on the logic of the rite" (Evans-Pritchard 1937: 177). Azande magic practices are performed to achieve definite ends and, consequently, the way they are performed "is determined solely by technical needs and common sense" (Evans-Pritchard 1937: 177), not by emotions or symbolic meaning.

(Leave a comment)

October 3rd, 2008
02:02 pm

[Link]

Ovariesy.
Sleep in the wave, the oceans play, the c(t)hunder emerges and rolls back to its cave
the girl falls under,
sleep in the sunlight, that falls in the hole,
that rips itself open,
that murders its soul and feels pain, without life, pain without motion....
asleep with the ocean
and the blue sky whole...

life and soul
awake and open-eyed
flowers floating
back and forth with the tide
reflecting light, reflected light...
the pleasure devoting
and the spiral white...

(Leave a comment)

[<< Previous 20 entries]

Powered by LiveJournal.com

Advertisement