It's great to have an excuse to actually write. I've been busy with the promotional end of it for months, editing and publishing the e book that's the reason for this website, Poetry in Motion. It's a collection of symbolic interpretations of films. If you want to see if any of them might interest you, here's a link for you to click on. I've uploaded a few onto the Film Reviews tab of this site. You'll find the links to the files at the end (more or less) of the film review page's content. I'm pretty excited about having a new excuse to indulge in my passion for transformational stories; fairy tale, folk tale, epics and myths that carry wisdom about the human developmental journey.
And, of course songs- I'm a singer and songwriter myself. I ran across this poster above in my website building and am using it for my desktop wallpaper because...I relate to it, I guess. Firstly, there aren't very many depictions of female bards. She's a little sexy, but not TOO. Sorta Victorian punk. And I'm a fiddler, too, so I relate even more. Death is lurking in the background, representing one of the great universal wisdom paradigms; transformation always involves the death of the old. Something has to go. In my Fairy Tale blurb here I give a very brief outline of this alchemical truth used in philosophy and religion everywhere on planet Earth.
Notice the blood on her bow. Not a simple matter of grossing people out, it points to the transformational office of sacrifice and of facing our fears, our griefs, our wounds, in order to develop wisdom. Your average horror film actually at least attempts to open the door and remind of the same truth, and some are even transformational tales. Our attraction to fright sort of proves it's got some usefulness to it. It's also interesting how many sad songs there are in the world, most especially in my culture songs of lost love. Why in the heck do such songs touch so many people so deeply? Why is it so important to sing the blues sometimes?
From my viewpoint it's because the song, the bard, is calling us to enter the shapeshifting experience of sacrifice and grief that the everyday persona has to shun in order to get things done; to make a living, to encourage healthy connection with the Earth and with our loved ones and community. We've got to labor in the sun's kingdom. But it's only half of the human experience. The other, often represented by the moon, is ignored at our developmental peril, as Sleeping Beauty knows.
This painting is likely artwork from a fantasy game of some kind, and it's alchemical magic that combines the elements of creativity, death, and its sacrificial blood. The picture reminded me of an alchemical song I learned this year, known as Dreadful Wind and Rain or Wind and Rain or a number of other variations. I'll split up my exploration of it over a few blogs (at least). Maybe I'll just give you a version to listen to for now, and end by saying Welcome! and please enter the discussion without worry about being experienced in symbolism, in being right or wrong. The only thing more fun than doing symbolic interp is having a discussion about it. Folks are all quite naturally symbolists, since it's based on personal experience, really, and noone's got all of the different angles and nuances figured out. In Jungian psych at least they call this work "amplification", since when you do dream interpretation you can take one symbol and develop numerous associations and perspectives from just the one metaphor. That's metaphor's magic right there.
So all kinds of theoretically non-symbolists have added the most wonderful observations and associations to my own amplification of dreams, stories, and what have you, some ingredients to make this story-stone soup more flavorful. Make some noise!