Saturday, 22 December 2012

THE REDISCOVERY OF SHAKESPEARE

The Three Weird Sisters from the 1948 film ‘MacBeth’ directed by Orson Welles


It is arguable that William Shakespeare holds that unassailable position of being regarded as the greatest English language dramatist of all time. Other greats such as Wilde, Shaw, Pinter, Potter and numerous others are regarded as being ‘a lesser genius’ although still very much a genius.

From the perspective of the Craft, Paganism and the Occult there are two books that deal with the folklore and supernatural themes found within the works of the Bard that may be of interest to contemporary practitioners and folklorists.

One is ‘Shakespeare and the Supernatural: A Brief Study of Folklore, Superstition, and Witchcraft in Macbeth, Midsummer Night's Dream and the Tempest’ by Margaret Lucy and William Jaggard. Another is ‘Folk-Lore of Shakespeare’ by T. F. Thiselton Dyer. Both works are now quite old as the latter work is a Victorian one for example. Both are however still available, as budget price reprints via Amazon and other sources.

Robert Cochrane was of the opinion that Shakespeare was ‘of the Craft’ as the wealth of folklore and symbolism contained in his work, betrayed in Cochrane’s opinion, inside knowledge. This is of course un-provable but that possibility, together with the contents of the plays, opens up a vista for speculative study.

Recently Michael Howard produced an excellent article for Pagan Dawn (issue 182 Imbolc – Spring Equinox 2012 pp42-44) simply entitled ‘Witchcraft in Shakespeare.’ In his article Howard has reminded us that the Bard depicts Witchcraft or makes reference to sorcery, in several plays and not only the famous Scottish play. He further reminds us that these references reflect the common held belief and perceptions of Elizabethan culture. In that respect Shakespeare is doing what all playwrights do, holding up a mirror and reflecting the trends and beliefs current within society at the time of writing. Shakespeare provides us with a window into the psychology of his own times.

Shakespeare however, does more than simply chronicle the Elizabethan and later Stuart perspective on Witchcraft and sorcery as his plays also contain other references of interest. These include folklore, country medicine and ghosts, together with the exploration of several other supernatural themes. Hence my mention of the two books above.

In late 2012 I had the great delight of attending a performance of the ‘Scottish Play’ in Derby, presented magnificently by the Derby Shakespeare Theatre Company. Chris Scott in the lead role built upon his previous outstanding performances which have included Hamlet; to give an exceptionally sensitive interpretation of the usurper King of Scotland, which was a true pleasure to experience.

The play as per the norm opened with the Three Weird Sisters upon the heath. The opening words however were not those of the Bard. Rather we had an interpolation in the form of a paraphrased closing of the quarters taken from the Alexandrian Book of Shadows and provided in this instance, by the director’s assistant Miss Elke-Loiuse Crump. The supernatural theme and the question of the role of Fate were therefore, emphasised from the beginning in this interpretation of the story and the choice of words, in that now well known mock ‘old world English’ fitted perfectly with the traditional cauldron scene that followed.

The three unusually young women that played The Weird Sisters all wore similar apparel and obviously used similar mannerisms, this together with the Shakespearian dialogue emphasised their own ‘continuity’ throughout the play. This ‘triplicity’ was itself later emphasised with the appearance of Hecate, played by three women of more mature years in a clever juxtaposition to the perceived youth of The Weird Sisters. The Three Hecate like The Sisters appeared in near identical costume with leafy crowns, no Wiccanesque Maiden, Mother, Crone but a traditional neo-Classical interpretation of The Queen.

Does Shakespeare still have relevance today? Without a doubt and seeing a live performance is very much to experience a putting of flesh upon the bones. The plays of Shakespeare like his Sonnets and the stories of our ancestors, were never meant to be read but were instead, meant to be seen, performed and heard.

Supporting theatre companies such as the Derby Shakespeare Theatre Company is one way of seeing the words of the Bard and the themes he is expressing take on a new life and speak to us through the voices of our ancestors.

As stated the ‘Scottish Play’ is just one example of the work of the Bard that explores the themes of Fate, the supernatural and folk-tradition. One famous Shakespearian example of what may be an archaic hunting custom is found in "As You Like It" Act IV Scene 2:

"What shall he have that kill'd the deer?
His leather skin and horns to wear.
Then sing him home:
(The rest shall bear this burden).
Take thou no scorn to wear the horn,
It was a crest ere thou wast born.
Thy father's father wore it,
And thy father bore it;
The horn, the horn, the lusty horn,
Is not a thing to laugh to scorn."

What is the origin and meaning of this custom? That we may never know for certain but the significance of the symbolism will speak to us via our subconscious. There finding a deep resonance within and calling to us on a primeval level, to recognise the Hunted as one with the Hunter, a manifestation of one facet of the Divine Masculine as the Antlered God and a philosophical concept of great complexity that many, including myself, will struggle continually to fully understand. That is the nature of the Mysteries.

The title of this piece, ‘The Rediscovery of Shakespeare’ is in truth an anomaly. Shakespeare does not need to be rediscovered as he was never truly lost.

“This above all; to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.”

Speech of Polonius fromHamlet” Act 1, scene 3.

The Derby Shakespeare Theatre Company
More details on this highly talented theatrical company can be found here:
http://www.derbyshakespeare.org.uk/

Monday, 12 November 2012

ARMISTICE 2012



Recently across the web, the dreaded Facebook and even in the more important real world, there has been much discussion over the meaning of Remembrance Sunday and the wearing of poppies, red and white. One possible reason for this focus has been the falling of Armistice Day (the eleventh day of the eleventh month) on Remembrance Sunday (the nearest Sunday to Armistice Day).

The First World War is quite possibly the greatest waste of human life on record, a description I use with qualification. Although more people died in the Second World War (including large numbers of civilians), the First World War had confused origins and reasons.

It is likely that the majority who fought in the First World War had no real idea of what they actually fought for. Whereas in the Second World War the Allies at least recognised the evil of Hitler, whilst many of those that fought for the Axis genuinely believed that they were defending Europe from outside invaders. Such is the confusion of war and there are always two sides to every argument.

The unfinished business that was left over following the so called ‘Great War’ and the inequalities of the Armistice that followed were even at the time, regarded as a danger to peace in the future. Both ultimately formed an important cause behind the ‘march to war’ in the thirties and some historians have described the wars as round one and round two, of a European civil war that accidentally went global. Without the First World War there could never have been a Second.

In two years time it will be the centenary of the start of the ‘Great War’ and I wonder how we will observe that anniversary. The next time Armistice Day will fall once again on Remembrance Sunday will be the 11th of November 2018, precisely marking the centenary of the ending of the 'Great War' itself. How will that be commemorated?

The responsibility for unjustifiable conflicts, fought on the basis of lies and greed, belongs with the political elites. We should remember the dead of both sides. We should remember that the average solder in both World Wars and in conflicts before (we always forget those wars) and since, including current wars that have certainly not ended, is just doing his or her job.

The eleventh of November is as many will know, All Hallows Eve under the Julian (the pre-Gregorian) calendar. So for many Pagans and Craft folk, this is a time for honouring the ancestors. This beggars the question, what exactly are we remembering so long after these two earth shaking historical periods? Events that highlighted both the best and the worst of human nature; bravery, self-sacrifice and community spirit countered by untold atrocities, war-crimes (committed by both sides) and mass murder, that even today is almost beyond our understanding.

When we honour our ancestors, when we remember them, are we remembering only those of our blood or are we perhaps more wide-ranging in our perspectives? Do we remember our spiritual and our cultural ancestors, together with those of our clans? Do we remember both the hero and the criminal created by war? Perhaps some only wish to remember the winner or the ‘good guy;’ because to spare a thought for the murderer and the criminal, would remind us too much of our own darkness. It would remind us of our own failings and our own weaknesses

Yet standing as we are and facing the dark half of the year; should we not face our own human darkness, our frailties and our strengths that make us what we are? When we remember and honour our ancestors of blood and clan, we should remember and honour for good or ill, that part of us that is of them.

© Chattering Magpie 2012

Monday, 5 November 2012

Hallowtide

“We stand between the quick and the dead.
We honour our ancestors, known and unknown.”

Griffith 2011


“Lo, there do I see my Father.
Lo, there do I see my Mother.
And my Sisters and my Brothers.
Lo, there do I see the line of my people back to the beginning.
They do bid me to take my place among them.”

Crichton M. (1976) Eaters of the dead. Knopf.

Monday, 22 October 2012

“Riders on the Storm” The Doors


 Luis Ricardo Falero 1880

Riders on the storm.
Riders on the storm.
Into this house were born.
Into this world were thrown.
Like a dog without a bone,
An actor out on loan.
Riders on the storm.

Theres a killer on the road,
His brain is squirmin like a toad.
Take a long holiday,
Let your children play.
If ya give this man a ride,
Sweet family will die.
Killer on the road, yeah.

Girl ya gotta love your man.
Girl ya gotta love your man.
Take him by the hand,
Make him understand.
The world on you depends,
Our life will never end.
Gotta love your man, yeah.

Wow!

Riders on the storm.
Riders on the storm.
Into this house were born.
Into this world were thrown.
Like a dog without a bone,
An actor out alone.
Riders on the storm.

Riders on the storm.
Riders on the storm.
Riders on the storm.
Riders on the storm.
Riders on the storm.

"Ghost Riders in the Sky" by Stan Jones ©1948


An old cowboy went riding out one dark and windy day,
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way.
When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows he saw,
A-plowing through the ragged sky and up the cloudy draw.

Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel.
Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel.
A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky.
For he saw the Riders coming hard and he heard their mournful cry.

Yippie yi Ohhhhh.
Yippie yi yaaaaay.
Ghost Riders in the sky.

Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat.
He's riding hard to catch that herd but he ain't caught 'em yet.
'Cause they've got to ride forever, on that range up in the sky.
On horses snorting fire, as they ride on hear their cry.

Yippie yi Ohhhhh.
Yippie yi yaaaaay.
Ghost Riders in the sky.

As the riders loped on by him, he heard one call his name;
“If you want to save your soul from Hell, a-riding on our range.
Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride.
Trying to catch the Devil's herd, across these endless skies.”

Yippie yi Ohhhhh.
Yippie yi yaaaaay.
Ghost Riders in the sky.
Ghost Riders in the sky.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mynzbmrtp9I

Sunday, 21 October 2012

A Little Humour for Halloween


This is a true story and it took place only a couple of years ago.

It was a weekend and I was at home preparing my house for our Hallowtide gathering. One of my fellow members of the Hearth of the Turning Wheel was staying the weekend with me and helping to sort out our ritual equipment.

We had amongst this equipment the Hearth totems and one of these is a “haremask,” which is the facial skin of a hare complete with fur and ears. This "mask" was tied to a rabbit skin by leather thronging and looked rather like a glove puppet.

While we were chatting we heard a knock at the door and I, expecting other Hearth members; swung back the front door while remaining hidden behind it, extended my arm with the hare puppet on it and shouted; “Happy Halloween!”

There was complete silence. I stepped out from behind the door expecting to see our other Hearth members but no. Instead I found a Jehovah’s Witness, as white as a sheet.

Sunday, 14 October 2012

William Shakespeare "As You Like It" Act IV Scene 2


Herne the Hunter by George Cruikshank

"What shall he have that kill'd the deer?
His leather skin and horns to wear.
Then sing him home:
(The rest shall bear this burden.)
Take thou no scorn to wear the horn,
It was a crest ere thou wast born.
Thy father's father wore it,
And thy father bore it;
The horn, the horn, the lusty horn,
Is not a thing to laugh to scorn."

Friday, 14 September 2012

Summer is Iccumin in (modern English)


Summer has arrived,
Loudly sing, Cuckoo!
The seed grows and the meadow blooms

And the wood springs anew,
Sing, Cuckoo!

The ewe bleats after the lamb,
The cow lows after the calf.
The bullock stirs, the stag farts,

Merrily sing, Cuckoo!
Cuckoo! Cuckoo!

Well you sing, Cuckoo!
Don't ever you stop now.


Sing Cuckoo now. Sing, Cuckoo!
Sing Cuckoo! Sing Cuckoo now!