Magic and Object                                                         ––The Object of Magic––                          ––Objecting to Magic––

 

I begin again.

 

I wonder about the magical character of objects. Is it imminent, in the object or is it projected onto the object? We can say, with little argument, that there are molecules and atoms "in" the object because some people have organized other objects in such a way as to 'see' it as made up of tiny separate bits clinging together. Most of us take this as a matter of faith.

 

 

Let's pretend that

 

Kinds of objects

'Natural'

Tools, implements

Ritual

Art

Found (objects trouvé)

Made

Technological

 

Categorizing

The boxes are arbitrary and ad hoc. The object slides from one to another. A stick is detritus but on its journey it may get picked up by an animal and it becomes a tool. A well-crafted tool finds its way into a museum and becomes an art object. The last clock to survive the clock-eating ogre is not no longer a clock but is a museum piece. A urinal gets found, named and signed it becomes art. A god inhabits an object and it becomes a person; this person gets kidnapped by a collector and gets renamed art. Objects are constantly in transition and decay is always a part of it.

 

 

An ordinary jug, originally invented for a purpose of storing, becomes decorated, embellished. Is it merely an aesthetic urge or was there magical intention?  Did the jug have importeant ceremonial role? It has 'shine' enough to land in a case in a museum, carefully protected. Were some of the decorations calling for protection? If so they are still working. Is magic a techology? 

 

The sacred dances with the profane, quotidian utilitarian blends ritual, sacred. The handle of a knife is a hand. The hand of the knife grasps the hand grasping it and together they cut. When did this hand last grasp a woman's hand and they cut together? Below the knife is a ladle. Was it for serving soup or potions? It is beyond my scope here to explore the relation of soup to potion.

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Richard Valasek BA BS RN OP

I am I and my circumstance;

and, if I do not save it, I do not save myself.                       —JOSÉ ORTEGA Y GASSET

Changing the Conversation

Whatever affects one directly affects all indirectly. For some strange reason I can never be what I ought to be until you are what you ought to be. And you can never be what you ought to be until I am what I ought to be––this is the interrelated structure of reality.

        —MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR.

Now, more than ever . . . our place in the universe and the place of the universe in us, is proving to be one of active relationship. That is more than a scientist's credo. The separateness of our lives is a sham. Physics, mathematics, music, painting, my love for you, my work, the star-dust of my body, the spirit that impels it, my politics,  clocks diurnal, time perpetual, the roll, rough, tender, swamping, liberating, breathing, moving, thinking nature, human nature and the cosmos are patterned together.

             —JEANETTE WINTERSON                Gut Symmetries

What you do, what you become, is not my concern.                      ROBERT MCCALL

The Story Teller

 

 

Yes, there is beauty

There is love

There is joy.

All you who suffer from

the world's miseries

Defend them.

                         ––EEVA KILPI

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