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OK, let's get the legalities out of the way. I know this is discussing written material, but 14 pages in a Word document isn't a book, right?
I'm soliciting comments on Alan Moore's "Fossil Angels." On this forum's Robert Ramsey's recommendation, I looked it up. I'll spare you all my minor quibbles and get to the gist. Moore has a delightfully snide discussion of the detritus present-day magick can run to. Though, yeah, he overdoes it opining that's all it is. His main point---and it is an important one---is in asking what of intellectual, artistic, or spiritual significance has present-day magick achieved since the 19th century revival. He contrasts this with the tradition down through the Renaissance and into early modernity.
That can be and ought to be a daunting question. What am I, we, actually accomplishing besides a grave and serious version of D&D? His answer is "Not much."
Still, in his scarcely concealed haste to eschew anything traditional, conservative or rightist---he tends to conflate these--- Moore fails to connect the dots. One feels, after a few pages, that he's like the guy carping because slow pitch softball falls short of MLB. Which affords us the clue he persistently misses. Magic today tends to mediocrity because it, like all else, has been democratized. What the Menschenmenge co-opts, it refashions in its own image and catering to its own tastes. Whether this is deplorable or not is not really the point. Mass-magic, like mass-media, debases itself and those whom it touches. Moore zeroes in on the cosplay, but fails to really appreciate how its exact counterpart exists in chaos magic's trendy pointlessness, which he dismisses in some bemusement.
On the whole, he is correct: magick is nothing much to crow about presently. He does not seem to appreciate this is a direct result of its mass availability. Voltaire wrote that the price of a great poet is putting up with 10,000 bad ones. So too magick in these times. In a way, perhaps, this is to the good. "The mediocrities are the sea; the few magi, the fish." (And no, I'm not putting on airs. I am a duffer.)
I'm soliciting comments on Alan Moore's "Fossil Angels." On this forum's Robert Ramsey's recommendation, I looked it up. I'll spare you all my minor quibbles and get to the gist. Moore has a delightfully snide discussion of the detritus present-day magick can run to. Though, yeah, he overdoes it opining that's all it is. His main point---and it is an important one---is in asking what of intellectual, artistic, or spiritual significance has present-day magick achieved since the 19th century revival. He contrasts this with the tradition down through the Renaissance and into early modernity.
That can be and ought to be a daunting question. What am I, we, actually accomplishing besides a grave and serious version of D&D? His answer is "Not much."
Still, in his scarcely concealed haste to eschew anything traditional, conservative or rightist---he tends to conflate these--- Moore fails to connect the dots. One feels, after a few pages, that he's like the guy carping because slow pitch softball falls short of MLB. Which affords us the clue he persistently misses. Magic today tends to mediocrity because it, like all else, has been democratized. What the Menschenmenge co-opts, it refashions in its own image and catering to its own tastes. Whether this is deplorable or not is not really the point. Mass-magic, like mass-media, debases itself and those whom it touches. Moore zeroes in on the cosplay, but fails to really appreciate how its exact counterpart exists in chaos magic's trendy pointlessness, which he dismisses in some bemusement.
On the whole, he is correct: magick is nothing much to crow about presently. He does not seem to appreciate this is a direct result of its mass availability. Voltaire wrote that the price of a great poet is putting up with 10,000 bad ones. So too magick in these times. In a way, perhaps, this is to the good. "The mediocrities are the sea; the few magi, the fish." (And no, I'm not putting on airs. I am a duffer.)