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The Intuitive Catalyst
047. Exploring shamanic healing with Scott Silverston

The Intuitive Catalyst

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 24, 2025 77:12


In this episode, I welcome my shamanic mentor, Scott Silverston, to the podcast. Scott, founder of Shamanic Spirit Medicine, shares his journey from corporate life to international shamanism teacher. We discuss the core principles of shamanism, the importance of self-care, and healing trauma. Scott emphasizes ethical practices in the healing arts and gives advice on discerning spiritual guidance. This episode covers maintaining integrity, identifying spiritual manipulation, and the power of trusting intuition. Scott Silverston is the founder of Shamanic Spirit Medicine and a leading International Shamanism Teacher, serving students and clients in dozens of countries around the world. Shamanic Spirit Medicine is a proprietary method for using Shamanic Consciousness to heal dysfunctional patterning by overwriting traumatic and self-limiting imprints acquired from negative life experiences. Scott emphasizes the need for balanced and effective self-care for healing arts practitioners. His mission is to help people return to our natural roles as caretakers, stewards, and healers of the Web of Life by normalizing shamanic consciousness as an accessible and necessary part of modern human society. Scott holds a BA in Economics from Duke University and is the former director of a major, private international trade finance firm who quit the corporate world to dedicate his career to helping people and to making a positive impact on the Web of Life. Timestamps 00:14 Meet Scott Silverston: Shamanic Mentor and Teacher 02:47 Scott's Journey to Shamanism 05:04 Discovering the Healing Path 08:46 Teaching and Expanding Shamanic Practices 31:05 The Importance of Spiritual Integrity 34:14 Empowering Students in Shamanism 41:34 Building Confidence and Self-Guidance 42:01 The Role of Mentors and External Perspectives 42:55 Empowering Clients Through Self-Discovery 44:06 Distinguishing Divine Messages from Mind Chatter 46:18 The Influence of Media on the Mind 47:26 Shamanic Practices and Brainwave States 49:11 Navigating Spiritual Guidance and Manipulative Energies 50:43 Accessing Benevolent Spiritual Powers 51:31 The Middle World and Spiritual Realms 54:20 Identifying and Avoiding Spiritual Manipulation 58:03 The Importance of Right Relationship 01:10:52 Recognizing and Healing Self-Deception 01:14:23 Final Thoughts and Wisdom Connect with Scott Website: https://www.ShamanicSpiritMedicine.com Instagram: @shamanicspiritmedicine FB: https://www.facebook.com/ShamanicSpiritMedicine LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/scott-silverston-shamanic-spirit-medicine/ YouTube: @shamanicspiritmedicine3033 Connect with Leilani Website: www.shamanleilani.com Instagram: @shamanleilani Tiktok:

ToKCast
Ep: 217 Peter Boghossian Response Part 1

ToKCast

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 22, 2024 76:58


The great epistemologist, Peter Boghossian, created a video on Youtube that responded to me, in part. It's to be found in full here: https://youtu.be/5Vf-T8K0_zE?si=T2XkG8h8iNj1ZXGR This first part is largely a response to Richard Dawkins on his notion of "Middle World" and Michael Shermer's notion we are not evolutionarily capable of understanding anything.

The Automotive Troublemaker w/ Paul J Daly and Kyle Mountsier
GM To The Middle, World's Largest Superchargers, Radio Flyer Innovates

The Automotive Troublemaker w/ Paul J Daly and Kyle Mountsier

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 14, 2024 15:25


Welcome to Wednesday as we talk about what GM talked about in their private NADA meeting. We also spill the details on the world's largest Supercharger station, as well as a new retail experience from iconic Radio Flyer.Show Notes with links:During their private meeting at this years NADA Show, GM has signaled a strategic pivot back to plug-in hybrid-electric vehicles, sparking enthusiasm among dealers as part of a more measured approach into the all-electric futureGM announced plans to reintroduce PHEVs in the U.S., aiming to bridge the gap between current internal combustion engine vehicles and future all-electric mandates, amidst concerns over aggressive EPA timelinesAs opposed to one similar meeting a few years back where Buick dealers stood up and left en masse, this year's meeting struck a different tone as Dealers expressed a positive outlook, highlighting GM's global experience with hybrids and PHEVs as a strong foundation for reintroducing these vehicles in the U.S. marketEarlier in the week at the JD Power Summit, GM President Mark Reuss said of hybrids,  “PHEVs are still two powertrains on one car,” and added that they are expensive to make. On the plus side, he pointed out that “regulators treat PHEVs the same as EVs.” Dealer Donald Hicks told Ward's Auto, "The market is going to tell us what it will buy. The government can tell us what we have to build, but the market will tell us what we can sell. It's that simple. Nobody is bigger than the market".Tesla is planning the construction of the world's largest Supercharger station in California, contributing some fresh ideas into the future of EV infrastructureThe new Supercharger station will feature over 160 stalls, becoming the largest of its kind globally, and will be located in Kern County, near the intersection of the 5 freeway and the 46 highway.Tesla is also incorporating a microgrid with batteries and solar canopies, aiming to cut peak demand costs and promote sustainable energy use within the Supercharger networkRadio Flyer, the iconic brand known for its red wagons, has opened its first store in Chicago, featuring a unique race track for kids to test-drive products The new store in the Woodfield Mall includes an adult-sized wagon and a race track for product testing, aiming to reignite the joy of play for both children and adults.Despite concerns around safety and insurance, the store has been a hit, with features like helmet requirements for kids showcasing Radio Flyer's commitment to safety in their ride-on product rangeEV's make an appearance as there is a display of several kid sized Tesla's to try"When we're in the store, we're wearing a red t-shirt, but we're really wearing a white lab coat," said Chief Wagon Officer Robert Pasin, emphasizing the experimental and adaptive approach to the store's design and layout.Hosts: Paul J Daly and Kyle MountsierGet the Daily Push Back email at https://www.asotu.com/ JOIN the conversation on LinkedIn at: https://www.linkedin.com/company/asotu/ Read our most recent email at: https://www.asotu.com/media/push-back-email ASOTU Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/automotivestateoftheunion

The Shamans Cave
The Need for Psychopomp Work in a Modern Day World: Shamans Cave

The Shamans Cave

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 18, 2023 17:14


In the practice of shamanism it is understood that when we die we transcend back home to Source. But there are often situations where this transition needs some assistance. We humans live in what shamans call the Middle World which is Earth School and a place  of learning.  When we die the Middle world is no longer our home.It is understood and seen through journey work that some souls who suffered a traumatic death might get stuck in the Middle World and need assistance in crossing over. When there are so many stuck souls here in the Middle World they can impact the quality of life for the living.With all the death through Covid, war, starvation, climatic changes, and the list goes on are there are  souls who are waiting for our help to transcend back to their spiritual home.This is where the shamanic practice of shamanism comes in to perform psychopomp work to lead souls back to their home again so they can find peace and we can find peace.Join Renee Baribeau and Sandra Ingerman to learn more about the power of psychopomp work.  Follow us at Shamanstv.com

The Unnamed Path
Episode 3 - God in the Unnamed Path

The Unnamed Path

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 22, 2022 24:47


RECORDED BY HYPERION (EDDY GUTIERREZ) & ORIGINALLY AIRED 02 / 18 / 2007 Show Highlights: Explaining how a heterocentric perspective on God alienates gay men. God within the Unnamed Path is gay and reflects the uniqueness of our own capacity to love. There is a Light God and a Dark God - which are each other at different phases of their experience. The Light god and Dark God are lovers that unite to create transformation and personal evolution within us. The Third Face of God - in the Middle World - is found in us and everything around us. How to form a relationship with the Gods and yourself.

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The Unnamed Path
Episode 8 - The World Tree

The Unnamed Path

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 22, 2022 33:24


RECORDED BY HYPERION (EDDY GUTIERREZ) & ORIGINALLY AIRED 03 / 26 / 2007 Show Highlights: The World Tree is a visual metaphor for the structure of the spiritual world that is found in many cultures around the world. The World Tree has three parts - The Upper World (branches), the Middle World (the trunk) and the Underworld (the roots). The Upper World is the land of the Gods and Guides, the Middle World is the physical world of relativity we live in along with its energetic backroads, and the Underworld is the land of the Ancestors and the Mighty Dead. Fire and Water have unique meanings and purposes in the World Tree and act as portals to transport you to different areas of the Spirit World. The World Tree is not linear - the branches grow up under the roots and support the Underworld from below. Many cultures have captured the experience of the mystic gaining wisdom and enlightenment in the story of him hanging from a tree (The World Tree).

The Unnamed Path
Episode 11 - Energy

The Unnamed Path

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 22, 2022 42:49


RECORDED BY HYPERION (EDDY GUTIERREZ) & ORIGINALLY AIRED 04 / 16 / 2007 Show Highlights: Energy is the intangible part that makes up everything in the spiritual world as well as the backroads of the Middle World. Source for energy include: the earth, the universe, the Ancestors, the self and more. Energy is used in every one of the four parts of the Unnamed Path. Energy is directed either through Motivation (desire and intent), Body (breathing, sex, dancing, etc.), or Visualization. Excess energy should be grounded and not held onto. World Tree Breathing Exercise. Recapitulation of Creating Sacred Space for shamanic workings with an understanding of how to move energy.

The Hero with a Thousand Holds
Episode 7: Great Giants of the Middle World: Sakha Khapsagai

The Hero with a Thousand Holds

Play Episode Listen Later May 20, 2022 135:38


The Sakha Republic, also known as Yakutia, is the coldest place on Earth outside of Antarctica. A 3-million-km2 expanse of unforgiving taiga and tundra, where winter temperatures can plunge to lethal lows of -67°C, over the ages it has nonetheless been home to scattered groups of hardy peoples. The largest such group, the Sakha, arrived in the 13th century after a long migration out of Central Asia, and quickly established themselves as the predominant power in the region. This period of kyrgys uyete (the age of battles and massacre), during which time the Sakha found themselves in regular conflict with enemies both external and internal, served as the main impetus for the intensive development of the their traditional wrestling, Khapsagai – a style centred around speed, agility, and balance. Khapsagai became an indispensable part of the martial training of every young Sakha man, and wrestling matches were an inevitable feature of any religious festival or celebratory clan gathering. In this episode, we look at the deeply embedded presence of Khapsagai in Sakha culture both past and present, its usage by their heroes both real and mythological, and how the style has ably displayed the very same virtues of dextrousness and adaptability it demands of its practitioners, weaving its way through Imperial Russian conquest and Soviet modernisation to be practised in the modern day as far away as the Sahara desert.

The Earth Keepers Podcast
67: Awaken Your Inner Knowing: Earth Tenders Academy Level 1

The Earth Keepers Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later May 17, 2022 22:38


In this episode, I share an in-depth discussion about what's inside the Earth Tenders Academy Level 1. You'll learn why Earth Tenders Academy is so much more than just an online course and I'll explain why having a solid foundation in energy hygiene is so important to have before working with the Spirits of the Land in the Middle World.   To learn more about the resources mentioned in this episode, visit the show notes. Want to connect with me elsewhere in the multiverse? Join the Following Hawks Earth Keepers Community on Facebook and follow me on Instagram. Book a Reading with Me. During a Restorative Healing Session with the Spirits of the land, I'll work with the energies of your home and property to clear, heal and balance the energy. Join the Earth Tenders Academy. Work in partnership with your spirit guides, ancestors, and the Spirits of the Land to sink into deeper resonance with the place you live, while learning clearing and healing techniques to share your special medicine with the earth in this online course.

The Shamans Cave
We Can't Ignore the Shadow as it is Part of Life: Shamans Cave

The Shamans Cave

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 8, 2021 24:26


We often focus so much on emanating love and light we forget we also signed up to be in Earth school right now. In shamanism the Middle World where we live is what we call Earth school filled with all the  lessons we signed up to learn.We don't always love the situation we find ourselves in. But the shadow is part of life as the sun comes up everyday and goes down each night.Join Sandra Ingerman and Renee Baribeau as they share their own experience shadow states. This show will inspire you to keep taking steps during this time of change.Subscribe to Us on YouTube and follow us at ShamansTV.com

Intuitive Body
51. Elemental Flow: April 19-25, 202‪‪‪‪1

Intuitive Body

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 19, 2021 53:18


Happy Taurus Season and Earth Day! I share the shamanic wisdom of accessing the Lower World and Upper World to cultivate unconditional love and healthy boundaries for the Middle World or the human realm. I share the elemental flow of this week's Moon and how you can support your body--in particular the Spleen, Heart, Small Intestine and Urinary Bladder Meridians as the Moon moves through Cancer, Leo, Virgo and Libra. Connect with me at https://janyawongsopa.com/ and practice with me at https://www.patreon.com/intuitivebody. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/janya-wongsopa/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/janya-wongsopa/support

Encounters with the Supernatural Beings of North America - How To See Them and Use of their Medicine

This episode with accompanying photos are also available as a blog post: http://rainbowwarriorshaman.com/2020/10/07/gate-keepers-hawk-eye-guardian-of-the-water-people/ Most blog posts have some photos of the actual beings discussed or the location as well as any other information related to the post. In this Episode, the subject of "Gate Keepers" will be discussed however mostly about the Water People's realm, that is of the Merpeople, Mermaids, Water Indians or any other inhabitant of the realms of which the water connects with our Middle World three dimensional reality we live in. Hands down this was among the most thrilling encounters ever, and ranks up there with the top... ten or so. Whenever I begin to say this was the most thrilling, coolest or wildest encounter a dozen more or flashes across my mind. I probably sound like a broken record, but there is a pattern to all of this that blows my mind, and that is how, seemingly each subsequent encounter that occurs has this intelligence to it. This intelligence sees to know or be aware of all past experiences and therefore tries, most times than not to produce another one with equal to or greater wow factor, shock waves of disbelief, or jaw dropping awe at what just happened. It's like where is all this leading to? At this rate wouldn't surprise me if late one night I'd get a knock at the door and I'd see them there in their 100% flesh or body. When I see the Fae around here minus the Water People (discussed on this Podcast) they come in an Ether vapor cloud about the size of the body that is left standing after the vapors dissipate. The beings mostly take on a holographic form after the ether vanishes leaving them before me in color, clear details and three dimensional form. Not quite see through but still a bit translucent. I've noticed that some will do what i call "bring it on" that is they will let their spirit energy descend all the way down into physical plane or matter. However most of these are too close for comfort, especially with the Forest Giants in your face confrontations. It's hard to contain yourself when this happens as the human brain doesn't know how to handle it. It can go one of two ways, fear or terror, that leads to panic of course will vaporize them or the ability to perceive them. Depending on which beings are there, could possibly get you in some trouble. Excitement, or being aware of my own joy or bliss is another killer of third eye visions. This one tends to be my weak point, it's like oh my God, I see hairs and skin pores and zing like that it's gone. With experience I've noticed i can go further but think my mind doesn't know what to do, run, faint, malfunction error or does not compute. Has something to do with the brain as you have to "trick" it to get to perceive these beings in the first place. The wonderful, loving and friendly Mermaids which can be seen in the day light hours are solid, voluptuous and like their original name implies (Nymphs) are very sexually playful. The first one I saw was after this water man, this weird looking being made of clear water. I could see him but barely, ever so faintly as sunlight would glint off his scintillating form walking upstream upon the surface of the water. As I get often, that double take they do when they realize you're able to see them and the pit in my stomach like uh oh, I'm busted. He tried, tried hard to get me out of the Water's realm. Listen to the episode to see how it turns out. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/steve-martin1/message

Mystic Ink, Publisher of Spiritual, Shamanic, Transcendent  Works, and Phantastic Fiction

As discussed earlier, by paying attention we can cultivate witness consciousness and discover the meaning of the expression, "Where your attention goes, there your energy goes," which comes from our self-created focal point that is responsible for our thoughts and actions. Hear it here - https://bit.ly/centerpallamary Learn more from the author at https://bit.ly/mattpallamary Visit Mystic Ink Publishing at https://bit.ly/mysticinkpublishing For narration information visit Russell Newton at https://bit.ly/VoW-home For production information visit Newton Media Group LLC at https://bit.ly/newtonmg Simply by paying attention and observing, we enhance presence and mindfulness while not allowing our sense of well-being to rely on anything other than our own presence of awareness.     When we are focused and tuned-in in this manner, our unique witness consciousness acts as a sympathetic and empathic transmitter, taking the role of "conductor" to get our orchestra of thoughts, feelings, emotions, and perceptions to "sing the same tune." Instead of denying uncomfortable feelings and perceptions that create a non- harmonious asynchronous state, what if we sought out and embraced them? Ayahuasca,Gurdjieff,Jung,Lower World,Middle World,Russell Newton,NewtonMG,shamanism,Transformation,Upper World,Matthew Pallamary,The Center of the Universe, #Ayahuasca #Gurdjieff #Jung #LowerWorld #MiddleWorld #RussellNewton #NewtonMG #shamanism #Transformation #UpperWorld #MatthewPallamary #TheCenteroftheUniverse

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UNC Press Presents Podcast
Julia S. Charles, "That Middle World: Race, Performance, and the Politics of Passing" (UNC Press, 2020)

UNC Press Presents Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 9, 2020 50:09


In this chronologically and thematically ambitious study of racial passing literature, Julia Charles highlights how mixed-race subjects invent cultural spaces for themselves—a place she terms that middle world. Charles, an Assistant Professor in the Department of English at Auburn University, focuses on the construction and performance of racial identity in works by writers from the antebellum period through Reconstruction, connecting these passing or crossing narratives to more contemporary examples of racial performativity - including Rachel Dolezal and her Black-passing controversy, the FX show Atlanta, and the musical Show Boat. Provocative and theoretically innovative, Charles's That Middle World: Race, Performance, and the Politics of Passing (UNC Press, 2020) offers a nuanced approach to African American passing literature and examines how mixed-race performers articulated their sense of selfhood and communal belonging in both past and present. James West is a Leverhulme Early Career Fellow in History at Northumbria University, UK. He is the author of Ebony Magazine and Lerone Bennett Jr.: Popular Black History in Postwar America (University of Illinois Press, 2020)  

New Books in Sociology
Julia S. Charles, "That Middle World: Race, Performance, and the Politics of Passing" (UNC Press, 2020)

New Books in Sociology

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 9, 2020 50:09


In this chronologically and thematically ambitious study of racial passing literature, Julia Charles highlights how mixed-race subjects invent cultural spaces for themselves—a place she terms that middle world. Charles, an Assistant Professor in the Department of English at Auburn University, focuses on the construction and performance of racial identity in works by writers from the antebellum period through Reconstruction, connecting these passing or crossing narratives to more contemporary examples of racial performativity - including Rachel Dolezal and her Black-passing controversy, the FX show Atlanta, and the musical Show Boat. Provocative and theoretically innovative, Charles’s That Middle World: Race, Performance, and the Politics of Passing (UNC Press, 2020) offers a nuanced approach to African American passing literature and examines how mixed-race performers articulated their sense of selfhood and communal belonging in both past and present. James West is a Leverhulme Early Career Fellow in History at Northumbria University, UK. He is the author of Ebony Magazine and Lerone Bennett Jr.: Popular Black History in Postwar America (University of Illinois Press, 2020)   Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

NBN Book of the Day
Julia S. Charles, "That Middle World: Race, Performance, and the Politics of Passing" (UNC Press, 2020)

NBN Book of the Day

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 9, 2020 50:09


In this chronologically and thematically ambitious study of racial passing literature, Julia Charles highlights how mixed-race subjects invent cultural spaces for themselves—a place she terms that middle world. Charles, an Assistant Professor in the Department of English at Auburn University, focuses on the construction and performance of racial identity in works by writers from the antebellum period through Reconstruction, connecting these passing or crossing narratives to more contemporary examples of racial performativity - including Rachel Dolezal and her Black-passing controversy, the FX show Atlanta, and the musical Show Boat. Provocative and theoretically innovative, Charles's That Middle World: Race, Performance, and the Politics of Passing (UNC Press, 2020) offers a nuanced approach to African American passing literature and examines how mixed-race performers articulated their sense of selfhood and communal belonging in both past and present. James West is a Leverhulme Early Career Fellow in History at Northumbria University, UK. He is the author of Ebony Magazine and Lerone Bennett Jr.: Popular Black History in Postwar America (University of Illinois Press, 2020) Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/book-of-the-day

New Books in African American Studies
Julia S. Charles, "That Middle World: Race, Performance, and the Politics of Passing" (UNC Press, 2020)

New Books in African American Studies

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 9, 2020 50:09


In this chronologically and thematically ambitious study of racial passing literature, Julia Charles highlights how mixed-race subjects invent cultural spaces for themselves—a place she terms that middle world. Charles, an Assistant Professor in the Department of English at Auburn University, focuses on the construction and performance of racial identity in works by writers from the antebellum period through Reconstruction, connecting these passing or crossing narratives to more contemporary examples of racial performativity - including Rachel Dolezal and her Black-passing controversy, the FX show Atlanta, and the musical Show Boat. Provocative and theoretically innovative, Charles's That Middle World: Race, Performance, and the Politics of Passing (UNC Press, 2020) offers a nuanced approach to African American passing literature and examines how mixed-race performers articulated their sense of selfhood and communal belonging in both past and present. James West is a Leverhulme Early Career Fellow in History at Northumbria University, UK. He is the author of Ebony Magazine and Lerone Bennett Jr.: Popular Black History in Postwar America (University of Illinois Press, 2020)   Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/african-american-studies

New Books in American Studies
Julia S. Charles, "That Middle World: Race, Performance, and the Politics of Passing" (UNC Press, 2020)

New Books in American Studies

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 9, 2020 50:09


In this chronologically and thematically ambitious study of racial passing literature, Julia Charles highlights how mixed-race subjects invent cultural spaces for themselves—a place she terms that middle world. Charles, an Assistant Professor in the Department of English at Auburn University, focuses on the construction and performance of racial identity in works by writers from the antebellum period through Reconstruction, connecting these passing or crossing narratives to more contemporary examples of racial performativity - including Rachel Dolezal and her Black-passing controversy, the FX show Atlanta, and the musical Show Boat. Provocative and theoretically innovative, Charles’s That Middle World: Race, Performance, and the Politics of Passing (UNC Press, 2020) offers a nuanced approach to African American passing literature and examines how mixed-race performers articulated their sense of selfhood and communal belonging in both past and present. James West is a Leverhulme Early Career Fellow in History at Northumbria University, UK. He is the author of Ebony Magazine and Lerone Bennett Jr.: Popular Black History in Postwar America (University of Illinois Press, 2020)   Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

New Books Network
Julia S. Charles, "That Middle World: Race, Performance, and the Politics of Passing" (UNC Press, 2020)

New Books Network

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 9, 2020 50:09


In this chronologically and thematically ambitious study of racial passing literature, Julia Charles highlights how mixed-race subjects invent cultural spaces for themselves—a place she terms that middle world. Charles, an Assistant Professor in the Department of English at Auburn University, focuses on the construction and performance of racial identity in works by writers from the antebellum period through Reconstruction, connecting these passing or crossing narratives to more contemporary examples of racial performativity - including Rachel Dolezal and her Black-passing controversy, the FX show Atlanta, and the musical Show Boat. Provocative and theoretically innovative, Charles’s That Middle World: Race, Performance, and the Politics of Passing (UNC Press, 2020) offers a nuanced approach to African American passing literature and examines how mixed-race performers articulated their sense of selfhood and communal belonging in both past and present. James West is a Leverhulme Early Career Fellow in History at Northumbria University, UK. He is the author of Ebony Magazine and Lerone Bennett Jr.: Popular Black History in Postwar America (University of Illinois Press, 2020)   Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

New Books in Dance
Julia S. Charles, "That Middle World: Race, Performance, and the Politics of Passing" (UNC Press, 2020)

New Books in Dance

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 9, 2020 50:09


In this chronologically and thematically ambitious study of racial passing literature, Julia Charles highlights how mixed-race subjects invent cultural spaces for themselves—a place she terms that middle world. Charles, an Assistant Professor in the Department of English at Auburn University, focuses on the construction and performance of racial identity in works by writers from the antebellum period through Reconstruction, connecting these passing or crossing narratives to more contemporary examples of racial performativity - including Rachel Dolezal and her Black-passing controversy, the FX show Atlanta, and the musical Show Boat. Provocative and theoretically innovative, Charles’s That Middle World: Race, Performance, and the Politics of Passing (UNC Press, 2020) offers a nuanced approach to African American passing literature and examines how mixed-race performers articulated their sense of selfhood and communal belonging in both past and present. James West is a Leverhulme Early Career Fellow in History at Northumbria University, UK. He is the author of Ebony Magazine and Lerone Bennett Jr.: Popular Black History in Postwar America (University of Illinois Press, 2020)   Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

New Books in Literary Studies
Julia S. Charles, "That Middle World: Race, Performance, and the Politics of Passing" (UNC Press, 2020)

New Books in Literary Studies

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 9, 2020 50:09


In this chronologically and thematically ambitious study of racial passing literature, Julia Charles highlights how mixed-race subjects invent cultural spaces for themselves—a place she terms that middle world. Charles, an Assistant Professor in the Department of English at Auburn University, focuses on the construction and performance of racial identity in works by writers from the antebellum period through Reconstruction, connecting these passing or crossing narratives to more contemporary examples of racial performativity - including Rachel Dolezal and her Black-passing controversy, the FX show Atlanta, and the musical Show Boat. Provocative and theoretically innovative, Charles’s That Middle World: Race, Performance, and the Politics of Passing (UNC Press, 2020) offers a nuanced approach to African American passing literature and examines how mixed-race performers articulated their sense of selfhood and communal belonging in both past and present. James West is a Leverhulme Early Career Fellow in History at Northumbria University, UK. He is the author of Ebony Magazine and Lerone Bennett Jr.: Popular Black History in Postwar America (University of Illinois Press, 2020)   Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Wisdom of Wyse Women Podcast
On the Path of Celtic Shamanism, an Introduction

Wisdom of Wyse Women Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 10, 2020 64:11


This week on the Wisdom of Wyse Woman podcast, we are diving into an introduction of Celtic Shamanism, hosted by a Wyse Woman on the path of Celtic shamanism. We start by talking about what shamanism is: it is a way of life, a way of relating to the self, the earth, and to others, including plants, animals and people. The call to shamanism is a striking resonance that shows up and then, like a drum beat, grows louder and stronger until it resonates off the bone. That's when you know it has come for you. It is a lifestyle that requires great change. It is a way to the soul self and all of the gifts that the unique soul self has to heal the individual life and the surrounding earth and world. Indigenous cultures and tribes around the world have a shaman, who is responsible for upholding the connection between Spirit and the community, and this comes through many healing traditions, practices and ceremonies performed by the shaman. In this episode, we speak about lineage, ancestral karma and how it works with our current physical reality. We get into the tools and practices used by people on the shamanic path, such as the drum which is a reverberation of the human heart as well as the heart of the universe that calls to our oneness with plants, animals, earth and other humans. The drum can be used in many rituals, ceremonies, including the shamanic journey. The shamanic journey is performed to retrieve and gain insight, advice and guidance from the spiritual realms from plant, animal and other spirit guides. This is done by using the drum at a certain rhythm to travel to these other realms through an altered state of consciousness. The three worlds of the shaman are the Upper World, the Lower World, and the Middle World, and these can be accessed through journey work, where the spirit guides of the realm can be interacted with. Healing modalities used by the shamanic practitioner include working with energy, herbs, and with nature, among many other things. Celtic shamanism holds the sacred practice of Tree Medicine, which involves working with the healing wisdom and protection of the trees. Celtic Shamanism also holds sacred the working with the Divine Feminine and Divine Masculine in the form of the gods and goddess of the ancient Celtic pantheon. We discuss the sacred animals of the ancient Celts, that are both symbols as well as actual animals that were native to the landcape of the native Celtic tribes, including the salmon, the bear, the stag, the raven and the hawk. To wrap up this jam time, I discuss my path of the shamanic life so far, how I was called and how I am working with the calling. We come full circle when I share that this path, including my path, is a lifelong study and practice that broadens and deepens with every cycle of life. Join me for a Mountain and Wind meditation, where we merge our selves with the strong tallness of the mountain, and the creative, cleansing force of the wind to hear our soul voices. We ask "What do I need  to know right now", and we invite the voice of our souls to speak to us in the quiet moments where we are merged with the powerful energies of two features of nature. We move into a pranayama (breathing) practice where I use the drum to count and encourage the inhalation and exhalation. We end the episode with blessings and encouragement for your week! Show Notes:  Book mentioned is Women Who Run with Wolves, by Clarissa Pinkola Estés Explore and sign up for my free Truth Warrior Meditation Practice www.resonancerestorative.com Work with me to restore your Orignal Medicine www.resonancerestorative.com/your-unique-voice Be mentored by me on your journey www.resonancerestorative.com/wise-woman-one-on-one

Psychic Talk Radio Network
Shamanic Journeying… The Middle World!

Psychic Talk Radio Network

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 17, 2020 86:00


Hosts Dr. Rose Wilkerson and Dr. Dax Carlisle begin a Series of episodes on: Shamanic Journeying! …This week: The Middle World!!…Plus, OPEN LINES, and Your Calls for Questions on Tarot, Numerology, Reiki, EFT, Mantras, Vedic Meditation, Hypnosis, Psychic Development and more! …Call in for a Tarot Mini-Reading / Life Coaching, Live On-Air! Sponsored by: "The Tarot Guild" - the international organization for Tarot Lovers, Students, and Professional Readers, since 2004! www.TheTarotGuild.com More Upcoming Shows! >>>> PsychicTalk.net/Upcoming Become a Radio Host! >>>> PsychicTalk.net/Hosts

Shaman's Way
Rabbit Holes and Other Ways

Shaman's Way

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 20, 2020 40:45


Episode 118: In this episode, Kriket discusses entrances to the lower worlds, including rabbit holes, culverts, and tarot cards! Click, for more on: A meditation for finding your Anchor Spot. Podcasts on: What is the Lower World? What is the Middle World? What is the Upper World?   Visit our site for more wisdom on […] The post Rabbit Holes and Other Ways appeared first on Shaman's Way.

ShamanTalk
31. Learn to trust your instincts and let go of worry

ShamanTalk

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 9, 2020 26:06


This month of April we're going to be working with Owl Medicine. Don't worry if you're listening to this after April. These podcasts are relevant no matter when you listen. The Owl sees clearly in the dark and moves silently through the air. There is a mysterious quality to Owl. The medicine of Owl will be our guiding principal through the month of April. This weeks episode is all about learning to trust your instincts. Direct Revelation & the fear of getting it wrong: ...Are you scared you’re not doing it right? ...Worried your interpretation of your messages can’t be right? ...Or are you thinking 'Am I just making this up in my head?' In this episode, I talk about some basic worries that my students have… and I had them too! You’re not alone Here’s the thing... Shamanism removes the middleman. But in our culture, we’re so used to the middleman or woman! The Guru, The Priest, The Expert, The Knowledgeable Friend…. Whoever it is… we are taught to give our power away and in the process, we lose confidence with our own intuition. And intuition, when connected with and used well, is one of our greatest allies. In this episode, I’ll talk about What is Direct Revelation & how do we work with it? Why we should stop worrying about getting it wrong The Joy of working with principles rather than a rule book Your Intentions for this week: Go on a journey with your guides to the Middle World and ask to be shown a simple act that will help you see more clearly in your life. Then TAKE ACTION For 7 days, keep a journal or short note of each time you worry about getting something wrong. At the end of the 7 days, go on a journey with your Guides and ask to be shown a ceremony that will release you and give you freedom from your fears. Read the Ceremony Guides to support you with this. An example may be a Fire Ceremony where you sing to the Fire, call in the Ancestors and burn the Journal you have written while asking the Ancestors to transmute your fears to light. Head over to the show notes for this week's downloads

Breaking Beyond- Daily Guided Meditations

This meditation gives us the opportunity to explore without leaving our homes. It's akin to a Middle World journey where we can visit places real time. Maybe this is a trip to the beach or a brisk walk through London. What ever it is, I hope you enjoy it to the fullest.

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Shaman's Way
Catastrophe / Coronavirus

Shaman's Way

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 14, 2020 40:45


Episode 110: Kriket discusses how the spirit of the coronavirus moves through the middle world, and how to journey into areas of illness, in this episode titled “Catastrophe”. Visit our page All About Journeys for more on journey work, including journey ideas, tips and tricks to make it easier, interpretation, meeting spirit animals, and more! […] The post Catastrophe / Coronavirus appeared first on Shaman's Way.

What in the Wyrd
Episode 60 - Half-Month Mannaz

What in the Wyrd

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 15, 2019 10:30


Kelley discusses Mannaz and the connection between animism, the concept of "Middle World," and how they relate to direct relationship.

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What in the Wyrd
Episode 60 - Half-Month Mannaz

What in the Wyrd

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 15, 2019 10:30


Kelley discusses Mannaz and the connection between animism, the concept of "Middle World," and how they relate to direct relationship.

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What in the Wyrd
Episode 60 - Half-Month Mannaz

What in the Wyrd

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 15, 2019 10:30


Kelley discusses Mannaz and the connection between animism, the concept of "Middle World," and how they relate to direct relationship.

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Otherland Dreams
The Upper World

Otherland Dreams

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 11, 2019 57:34


Tonight, Lady Stars & Fire and Hill Hippie discuss the Middle World of shamanic tradition. Per listener request we take a deeper look at the non-ordinary reality realm of higher vibration. Why would you go there? What kinds of spirits will you experience there. Join us to learn this and more. The hosts share personal stories of their Upper World journeys with the listeners. LSF gives you the weekly astrology as HH contemplates how to describe the indescribable. www.ladystarsandfire.com

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Otherland Dreams
The Middle World

Otherland Dreams

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 3, 2019 60:45


Tonight, Lady Stars & Fire and Hill Hippie discuss the Middle World. Per listener request we take a deeper look at the non-ordinary reality of our physical world. Why would you go there? What kinds of spirits will you experience there. Join us to learn this and more. LSF gives you the weekly astrology as HH celebrates having EK back behind the boards. www.ladystarsandfire.com

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Reawaken Right Relationship
Episode 17: Building Right Relationship With The Spaces Around You

Reawaken Right Relationship

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 27, 2019 52:15


***About This Episode**** When thinking about cleaning your space, probably the first thing that pops to mind is pulling out the vacuum, dusting and mopping. But there’s more to it than that. Guest Phil Johnson talks to us about the importance of clearing our homes and the spaces around us energetically, thus bringing us into a more straightforward, heartfelt and personal relationship with them. Phil says that about 10 years ago the Elements came together and pointed him towards his Shamanic path. He spent a couple of years learning as much as he could and looking for a teacher with whom he felt comfortable. The places he feels he is to practice are in Alter Works, Energy Work in spaces and Death Work. ***Episode Resources*** For further reading: Real Wyrd: A Modern Shaman's Roots in the Middle World by S. Kelley Harrell https://www.amazon.com/Real-Wyrd-Intentional-Blog-Book-ebook/dp/B009G14W6M?keywords=real+wyrd&qid=1547497715&s=Books&sr=1-1-catcorr&ref=sr_1_1 Space Clearing Consultation: Kelley Harrell https://www.soulintentarts.com/shamanic-services-north-carolina/ ***Support This Podcast*** If this podcast has inspired or informed you or expanded possibilities in your world, a contribution would be a deeply appreciated way to show your support. You can make a one time payment of any amount or make a monthly subscription. Thank you! Your contribution makes my work sustainable. - janetroper.com/make-a-contribution/ ***About Host Janet Roper*** 1. Podcast: #EverydayAnimism - anchor.fm/everydayanimism 2. Infographic 6 Steps To Reawaken Right Relationship bit.ly/InfographicRightRelationship 3. 5 Animal Communication Tips - bit.ly/5AnimalCommunicationTips 4. Join me on Facebook - bit.ly/FacebookJanetRoper 5. Join me on Instagram - www.instagram.com/janetroper/ Intro • Welcome • Pluck • Phil Johnson Interview • Practical Clearing Tips From Phil (1 of 2) • Practical Clearing Tips From Phil (2 of 2) (2 of 2) • Bling • Share this podcast • #EverydayAnimism promo • Support my work • Outro

Lost & Forgotten Worlds
026 L&FWs - Powers & Perils Ep Zero

Lost & Forgotten Worlds

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 11, 2018 32:13


Introduction to our Powers & Perils game and characters. Includes a history of our Middle World and a primer for the upcoming podcasts of our game. All Music by C Wilson Trull

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S.G.4 E9 GO MUSIC

H.M.E RADIO

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 9, 2017 61:00


HELLO YOUNG WORLD, MIDDLE WORLD, AND OLD WORLD OF COURSE YOU KNOW IT IS ANOTHER INDIE BANGER FOR YOUR EAR "GO MUSIC" MUSIC THAT SPARKS MOVEMENT. MUSIC THAT GETS YOU AMPED TO DO SOMETHING. WEATHER YOUR ON THE GO IN TRAFFIC, AT THE GYM, OR IN THE ZONE AT WORK. THIS MUSIC PUTS YOU IN GO MODE AND HME IS PROUD TO BRING IT TO YOU IN THAT FASHION SO ENJOY TELL A FRIEND TEXT TEN AND DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN SMOOVE GROOVES GOT YOU....

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S.G.4 BLESSED PERSPECTIVE

H.M.E RADIO

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 2, 2017 60:00


MUSIC LOVERS OLD WORLD, MIDDLE WORLD, AND YOUNG WORLD WE ARE BLESSED TO BRING YOU INDEPENDENT MUSIC ONCE AGAIN IN A WAY THAT MAY INSPIRE OTHERS TO REACH HIGHER. HME RADIO WOULD LIKE TO THANK ALL OF THE SUPPORTERS OF THIS NETWORK AND WOULD LIKE TO SEND PEACE, LOVE, AND RESPECT TO ALL OF THE ARTISTS SHOWCASED ON THE SMOOVE GROOVES SHOW. WE HOPE YOU ENJOY THE SHOW AND CHECK OUT OUR OTHER NETWORKING OUTLETS LISTED IN THE HME NETWORK BLOG. BE BLESSED AND GIVE THAT PERSPECTIVE....

GlitterShip
Episode #30: "City of Chimeras" by Richard Bowes

GlitterShip

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 22, 2016 46:40


City of Chimeras by Richard Bowes 1. Salome's hand is the hinge and John the Baptist's head is the hammer on the doorknocker at the Studio Caravaggio. I slam the brass head held by its brass hair on the door a few times before the spy slot on the iron door opens and closes. To mortal eyes here in the Middle World even a half-breed Fey like me can appear a bit translucent with his hands and hair trailing away like phosphorous.  In my case most of that is the effect of Prince Calithurn's Glamour having rubbed off on me. But at this address I'm recognized and expected. Though since I've come on time, I am by local standards early to the point of madness. Just then, I feel the probe of another mind. By instinct I block it.  The rivalries and feuds of the tall elves are twisted and beyond logic.  Recently certain ones have appeared in Gotham who can scan and probe as well as my lover Calithurn or any other Fey. And these newcomers mean us no good. This time however, it's Prince Cal himself and I let him into my mind. "Enemies from this world and Faery are at my throat," he announces. "Though my father has abandoned me, his enemies have not. My cousins from the South and their friends from the West are closing in. I need you by my side, Jackie Boy."   Full transcript after the cut.   [Intro music plays] Welcome to GlitterShip episode 30 for November 22, 2016. I am your host, Keffy, and I have a story to share with you today, but a message first. We are two weeks into the longest nightmare many of us have ever faced, and a resurgence of horror for those of us who have been through the darkness before. I have no gentle platitudes to offer today. I am sure that I am not alone in fluctuating between broken-hearted grief, staring terror and burning rage. I tweeted most of this yesterday, but I feel that it bears repeating, and repeating, and repeating. There are already people telling you the Right or Best or Most Effective way to resist fascism. Some of these Best ways are not accessible to everyone, for a number of reasons. Some have higher costs for some groups than they do for others. There is no One Single Best Way to fight fascism. The Best Way is anything you can do. Maybe you can make unlimited phone calls. Maybe you can take to the street. Maybe you can't. Maybe you can do something else. Maybe you can survive. What if the only thing you can do is remind your friends and the rest of us fighting that we are loved, and we need to drink some water? Do that. What if the only thing you can do is wake up and tell your friends that you are still here? THAT IS WORTH DOING. There are people who say the best way is to wait. Or that unless you do X, your effort is worthless. Don't listen to them. It is true that some single actions will have more immediate effect than others. But, the answer is not "Do THIS THING or DON'T BOTHER." The truth is that we need EVERYBODY to fight the rising tide of fascism at EVERY STEP using ANYTHING THEY CAN. What are YOUR skills? What can YOU do? Do that. Keep doing it. In the darkest hours of humanity, we have still needed people to cook meals, to fold a blanket, to hand a cup of water, to give a hug, to babysit, to say "you are meaningful." RESISTANCE IS NOT A SINGLE HERO. RESISTANCE IS MILLIONS OF ACTS BY MILLIONS OF PEOPLE WHO WILL NOT GO QUIETLY INTO THE MEAT GRINDER. Many of the contributors, creators and listeners to GlitterShip are marginalized along one or many axes that make them feel threatened after this horrible expression of white supremacist power in the United States. We must all stand together to protect all of our people, all the way to the most vulnerable of us. If you are queer or trans, make sure that you are protecting those among us who are also people of color, or poor, or disabled. Those of us with more privilege to higher standards. Those of us who are white, who are not members of targetted faiths, we must be willing to stand between our friends and those who would destroy them. It isn't easy. Oh, it isn't. I admit that I spent some time wondering how I was going to make things happen, if GlitterShip is worth it, considering what we face. The first two years of episodes have been difficult, partly for personal reasons, and partly for the rising despair as all of this around us keeps slipping into horror. But. GlitterShip remains. I am a queer, trans writer and editor. I am selecting stories that speak to me, many from among the voices of other queer and trans people, many of whom have very different backgrounds from myself. Authors of stories I have run are trans, non-binary, gay, lesbian, bisexual, asexual, immigrants, latinx, disabled, asian, and on and on. There is a lot of work to be done, but GlitterShip will remain. We will continue to be a voice in the dark. We're still here.   Our story for today is "City of Chimeras" by Richard Bowes. Richard Bowes is an award winning author of science fiction and fantasy. His fiction has won two World Fantasy awards, a Lambda award, Million Writers, and International Horror Guild awards. He has published six novels, four short story collections and seventy-five stories. Many of his works are listed on the Internet Speculative Fiction Database if you would like to read more of his work.     City of Chimeras by Richard Bowes   1.     Salome's hand is the hinge and John the Baptist's head is the hammer on the doorknocker at the Studio Caravaggio. I slam the brass head held by its brass hair on the door a few times before the spy slot on the iron door opens and closes. To mortal eyes here in the Middle World even a half-breed Fey like me can appear a bit translucent with his hands and hair trailing away like phosphorous.  In my case most of that is the effect of Prince Calithurn's Glamour having rubbed off on me. But at this address I'm recognized and expected. Though since I've come on time, I am by local standards early to the point of madness. Just then, I feel the probe of another mind. By instinct I block it.  The rivalries and feuds of the tall elves are twisted and beyond logic.  Recently certain ones have appeared in Gotham who can scan and probe as well as my lover Calithurn or any other Fey. And these newcomers mean us no good. This time however, it's Prince Cal himself and I let him into my mind. "Enemies from this world and Faery are at my throat," he announces. "Though my father has abandoned me, his enemies have not. My cousins from the South and their friends from the West are closing in. I need you by my side, Jackie Boy." This is just my lord in full dramatic flight. A half-breed with half a talent, I can block probes but I have no ability to reply. In any case there's not much I've been able to say to him lately.   And I still have time before I need to be back beside him. Part of my half Fey birthright is the gift of Foretelling. And even in the worst future I have seen, he won't leave the mortal earth until this afternoon.  The studio door swings open. Power is out in the city and seen from here in the silver morning sunlight the interior of the studio looks like a dark cavern. The gate keeper is a mortal, young naturally in this house, a girl I am certain. What I had thought last time was short, feathery gold hair I see now is short gold feathers that cover her head, legs and arms. A small russet robe is draped over the rest of her body.   She steps aside saying, "He's still in bed," and indicates the way. The skylights above are dirty; most of the tall windows are curtained.  In a jumble of costumes and props, I make out a green and silver farthingale and an amber and blue doublet and hose tossed over a pool table, a Wehrmacht helmet hung on the high back of a wooden throne. A sudden shaft of sun points up a blue and white pattern of pagodas and willow trees on a stretch of tiled wall.   As I approach the Japanese privacy screens at the far end of the studio, a spaniel with the eyes of a child barks and backs up. A naked boy with a V of reddish hair on his chest is flushed from behind the screens and scuttles out of my path, one hand half concealing his crotch, the other clutching a donut. Green eyes and white teeth flash in what might be a fox's smile or snarl. I think I can hear the click of his nails on the floor.      Since I first saw him here, I have been curious about the fox boy. I calculate that by the reckoning of the middle earth, I'm in my early twenties and that he's a year or so younger. But time has already put a mark or two on him. As a half-Fey, I am untouched and forever young. I part two screens and look inside. On his huge, disorderly bed half covered with a sheet lies a large man with a big belly, dark hair on his face and body, thin hair on his head. Scars new and old: the jagged ones on his left shoulder and chest are more recent rough repairs of knife or broken bottle wounds. Neat laser traces on the knee outside the sheet indicate sleek, old fashioned replacement surgery. The artist who calls himself Caravaggio is half awake. "Jackie Boy all ephemeral and flickering," he says focusing his eyes on me. I don't much like that nickname and he knows it. In the land of the Fey, Jackie Boy is a way of indicating my half human status. In this place, the word boy refers not to age so much as lack of money and position. "Getting awakened by an angel is not necessarily a good sign." He sits up with a groan with the sheet still around him. "Nope, still alive. Everything hurts." "You said you had something to show me." "Well to show you and your lord. I was hoping against hope that he would stop by," he says and stumbles out of bed with a rueful smile. Some passions aren't even forlorn wishes. And the one he has for Calithurn qualifies.      The sheet falls away and the fox boy, now in the loose boxer shorts that are often all the clothing a street urchin wears, reappears from the dusk. He holds out a dark green hooded robe into which Caravaggio inserts his arms without looking. The fox and I may be about the same age but I am a young man with connections and a bit of money. I've started wearing silk drawers in the same style as his under my riding britches. But a boy like the fox probably owns not much more than the, knee-length shorts he has on. The kitchen, I know, lies through a nearby door. From there comes the smell of coffee and toasting bread and the sound of an alto singing a chant. That singer is joined by a husky not quite human voice way off key. Laughter follows and silence. Half walking, half stomping, flicking switches and cursing when they don't respond Caravaggio makes his way across the floor until we reach the screening area. There he touches a wall panel and a small generator hums up on the roof. The alto from the kitchen, with fur as black as a panther's, chants as he brings out large mugs of coffee.   The artist hits a couple of buttons and on a screen before us is an old map of Gotham. The magic island between two rivers lies at the center with New Jersey and the outer boroughs around the edges. Then the map tears open and a winged horse with a rider in gold armor leaps through: Prince Calithurn. No such event has actually taken place of course. My lord is not in the habit of intentionally performing circus stunts. The screen fades to a tumbled down street where an impossibly tall man, semi-translucent, seems to disappear into the broad daylight only to flicker back into sight as he speaks to a crowd. "We will take what is best from here and what is best from the Kingdom Under The Hill. We will make of these a new realm on Earth…." This actually did happen. It was during Cal and my first days here. That was when I first spotted Caravaggio and his camera. The crowd, when the camera pans it, is colorful; one or two sporting wings where there should be arms, a couple with faces that slip between human and animal. But everyone, human and chimera alike, are enraptured, a rabble willing to be roused. Then on screen I see that the almost ephemeral Calithurn, without missing a beat, has his sword in his hand. The blade twirls in the air, cuts in two a man with a drawn pistol. This also happened but not on the same day, nor in the same place. The artist says, "I need so little from you and your prince to tell my story. Just a few samples. Computers will do the rest."      On the screen is a large room and the only light is coming through the windows, a place of dark split by areas of sunlight full of girls and boys with bare feet, knees and arms but who wear raffish feathered hats, elbow length gauntlets, belts with daggers. These are ruffians who watch, half mocking and half in awe as an angel in gold and jewels, brushed leather jacket and, polished knee boots, suede knickers and a flowing silk shirt, his hair a halo, his ringed fingers trailing away like phosphorus, stands before a tough man in a battered motorcycle jacket and says, "I summon you in the name of my Lord Calithurn." The man is Caravaggio himself, sporting a beard that he doesn't have. The angel is me, standing where I never stood and saying what I have never said: all of this through the worldly magic of cameras and computers. "This is the look I'm driving for, the film I'm striving to create," he says. "One where men at their worktables are summoned to greatness by angels while their pretty little friends look on amazed." All of this startles me. The Foretelling is a skill of the Fey in which some of us have visions of our possible futures. This disheveled mortal seems to have magic at least as great. He says, "I'd like to see you as one of the crowd at the table too when we have you here all bare and informal."      He finds his joke amusing. I ignore him. Suddenly the power comes back on in Gotham and all around us in the studio the mysterious shapes and muted colors are revealed to be broken furniture, piles of tattered costumes and random accumulations of junk. My host turns and shouts, "Dowse them!" The black figure moves gracefully, humming, smiling, flicking switches until we are back in a circle of artificial light. "Turn this way, you creature of another world," the artist says viewing me through a lens. "Yes, that expression is perfect for an angel. Polite impatience."  To mortals here in their earth the Fey, even half-breeds, are creatures of wonder and, they hope, salvation. Caravaggio calls himself a director, an auteur. What he is, at least in part, is a scavenger of images. Scavenging is the local industry. "What you saw is what I finished yesterday," Caravaggio says. "I'm going to play it by ear and eye. Since I don't know what Calithurn and you have planned. "Please tell him," he says, "That I'll go wherever he wishes for as much or as little a time as he has to spare me. I'll immortalize him. People will flock to him. He will be a hero, a mayor, a President, a king." He pauses. "You're impressed by my impudence." I'd come here this morning to see if what he had done was good enough for him to be entrusted with showing Lord Calithurn to the mortal world. "I'm impressed," I tell him.  "I want you with me and with Calithurn today. If you agree we'll go to him right now." He jumps up immediately. "I can have my rig packed and ready in a few minutes. Bring my crew…"  "No. This could be dangerous and it will be hard. Just you and that camera you had that first day. Get ready!" He gives me an angry look but selects a camera, goes through the contents of a canvas bag, grabs items and stuffs them in. Then he  pulls on pants, steps into sandals, flips the hood on his robe over his head and shambles towards the door. In the land of the Fey, fairy/mortal mongrels like me live in the Maxee, the demimonde that has grown up around the Kingdom Beneath the Hill. We never grow old but are never admitted to the true Elvin lands. Cross-breed here has another meaning. The sly faced boy who has just made Caravaggio's bed and now sits on it cross-legged, smiling at me as I depart, the black-as-night alto, the feathered girl who opens the door to let us out, are by-blows of the chimera craze that possessed this city in the years before the bombs and earthquake. Genetic manipulation was illegal and thus enticing.      The day is growing warm. On the street, small bare children play in the water spraying from a busted fire hydrant.  For a moment I am caught, reminded of doing that back in the Maxee.      Suddenly a bicyclist, a youth whose red skin blends with his entire wardrobe of scarlet silk drawers and the red bandana on his head, rides through the spray, sending shrieking children and drops of water in all directions. His lizard eyes flicker my way.      Longingly I watch him speed down the broken street. The Maxee too had wild boys of a sort but I was the child of a Fey and so was kept a bit apart. I thought about them and envied them their lack of status when I was a child.      Caravaggio looks at the bicyclist and at me and seems amused. I think this whole city is a hunting ground for him. I picture Caravaggio when the want assails him, going out and snagging a partridge girl or cat boy and carrying them indoors to dress a set, to warm a bed. Heads turn as we hurry along the buckled sidewalks of this devastated but vital place. I hear someone murmur, "The devil steps out with an angel." And I see us reflected in a broken pane of glass: him stomping along like he has hoofed feet and me glowing like a minor sun.      My companion calls out, "Morning, Al. Morning Flo," to the couple opening the soup kitchen on the corner. Under his breath he identifies them to me, "Albert Schweitzer and Florence Nightingale." It still amazes and amuses me, all these mortals with immortal names. Jimi Hendrix, one eyed and white haired, plays guitar and sings old songs on the street. Calamity Jane collects scrap metal in a big truck that's mostly scrap metal itself. John Henry rides shotgun for her. Then I hear rolling thunder from further uptown and realize I've allowed myself to be distracted by this city Suddenly I am probed by a stranger. I block and get probed again. They’re trying to see what I see, to find out where I am. Immediately after that, I receive a command from Calithurn. "Jack, get back here, now!" At that same moment there is a yellow flash and Lionel Standler appears at the wheel of his cab. With a dead cigar stub in his mouth and a cap pulled down over his eyes, Lionel too has taken a name from the legendary past: the original was an actor who played cab drivers in old movies. He has become chauffeur for the House of Calithurn. I'd told him to stay out of sight after he'd driven me down here this morning. I help Caravaggio haul himself into the back seat and jump in beside him as the cab takes off. Deftly swerving around pits in the street, jumping only once onto the sidewalk to avoid a fresh rubble heap on Eighth Avenue; Lionel rolls towards the park and the Palace Calithurn. The city, Gotham, is a hodgepodge of trash built on the ruins of wonders. Wherever two streets cross at least one of the four buildings on the corners will have been reduced to a pile of rubble years ago and left that way. The lights go off at odd hours of the day and night. Old men with lined faces and beards will point up to where silver spires once pierced the sky. Women can be gotten to talk of the wonderland of stores that existed here in their youth. They sit on broken benches in a park where an arch has collapsed and a gibbet stands ready and waiting. They say that at night music could once be heard from the open doors of a thousand clubs and blasting out of car radios and that musicians played on subway platforms under the streets. The life I lived in the Maxee was not so far removed from the ones I see around me. My mother came from Gotham decades ago in human terms; years as the Fey reckon it, when it was a powerful and prosperous city. In Elfland she met and lost my father, a Fey who rose to high rank and abandoned us. She owned The Careless Rapture, a café in the Maxee district and left it to me when she died. It was there that Calithurn found me when he was having trouble with his father, Clathurin, the King Beneath the Hill. He hid out in my bedroom upstairs from the café when the King's officers were looking for him. And I was the only one he took with him when he fled from that place of well ordered magic and quiet oppression to the gut-wrenching stench and glimpses of grandeur, the chaos and chimeras of the mortal world and the city of Gotham. It has never happened before but I've had two separate Foretellings of Calithurn and my future. Both are vivid but both can not be true. In one we ride through the city on winged horses to the cheers of the crowds. In the other we stand on a hill in the wind and rain surrounded by our enemies with no hope of escape. Lately, the second has seemed the most likely.  Cal has told me many times that we will not go back; surrender does not enter into it. We will face death right here, the two of us. I no longer think he really believes this.                          2.   From a few blocks away, I can see the Palace Calithurn bathed in Glamour and the noonday sun. Flecks of light, like bits of diamonds, shine in the black stone surface. The flags of the prince, a silver unicorn leaping over a blue globe with the inscription in Elvish, I Invite Your Envy, fly in a constant magic breeze above the turrets. Lionel stops when I tell him to. "There may be trouble. Keep out of sight," I say, "Be ready to take Caravaggio back to his studio." What magic I have is passive. Prepared for troubles today, I wear my favorite Fey clothing and my most precious ornaments and jewelry. I have a wallet with sixty thousand dollars in local currency in the pouch pocket of my riding britches. In my jacket pocket is a rap gun that can knock down ten men at fifty paces. In my right boot is a jump knife that will come to my hand from three feet away.  When the earth moved and the city fell, some parts that were built on solid rock or saved through fate stood while all else went down.  The big old buildings that remain on the west side of the overgrown park are like armed forts, like compounds, where the magnates of the city live.  It was through Calithurn's cleverness or the kind of instinct for ruling that he'd inherited from his father that he had ensorcelled this palace among the castles of the wealthy and powerful. Almost as soon as we arrived, he took a devastated building, not much more than a pile of rubble and through magic and enchantment raised this breath-taking, infuriating place. It lies so close to the headquarters of the Bank of Shanghai which owns the city's future and to the home of Santee, the boss who makes and unmakes mayors, that no one dares to assault it or bomb it from the air. A tank lying smashed in the street is testimony to mortal frailty and the eternal vigilance of Lord Calithurn. Caravaggio pauses for a moment pointing his camera up. "Chutzpa," he mutters, "Hubris. Balls beyond those of mortal men." As we approach the front gates, the building shimmers for a moment. Only I notice that the Fey Glamour has faltered. The guards who keep back the constant throngs of favor seekers and gawkers call themselves Fess Parker and John Wayne. Parker is a tall thin man in buckskin and a raccoon cap, one blue eye squinting against the sun, the other wide and clear. He cradles an AK47. The other man is husky, hands like hammers, guns strapped on both hips. His eyes are hidden in the shadow of his Stetson brim. But Wayne telegraphs in his blunt, artless way that he's staring at your every move. They nod, almost bow, to me and wave along my companion who pauses to film them. We pass through the gates into the courtyard where the magic horses, Bellephron and Callistro, snort and flap their wings. Not two months ago, Cal and I rode these chimeras out of Elfland and into this city. I argued back then that we should let them go home and make ourselves inconspicuous, live among the people and get some sense of this place. Cal would have none of this. He is a prince. So we lived in this palace he wrought and we made ourselves known and envied. After that first assault failed, the magnates of the city didn't dare attack us. But there were ones in Elfland, enemies of his father, who were happy to find the prince alone except for his half-breed boyfriend. At first Calithurn slapped them away. Now they have returned in numbers. Inside, on the main stairs, Selesta sweeps past us, her small ears drawn back, and hisses her defiance. An actress, a singer, Calithurn's newest mistress, she still thinks that I'm jealous when all I am is disappointed. About his favorites of the moment, Cal told me, "Mortal toys, Jack, nothing more." Whereas I, only part mortal, would count as only partly a toy. I hear what sounds like distant thunder. The palace gives a small lurch and I see us again, Calithurn and myself, just the two of us standing with our horses on a hill with wind and rain and our enemies all round us. We find Cal in the roof garden sprawled on the longest couch in all of Gotham. He stands and embraces me and for a moment with his golden hair and dark eyes he is the lover I first knew, the one who could suddenly appear swinging in my bedroom window and who, when he departed, would stride across the dawn sky waving farewell. We came to middle earth, to this city, to form an alliance with the wronged and desperate mortals. With them, we said, we would return to the land of the Fey and break the hold of Clathurin, the King Beneath the Hill, and the father of Cal. Our idea was naïve and thus dangerous. Where all was sunshine a few minutes before, clouds have rolled in. I find myself deflecting a mental probe from not that far away, and then deflecting another. These aren't attempts to communicate. The Fey who have reached out are trying to smash their way into my consciousness. Calithurn's eyes flicker and I know he's feeling the same thing. Then he closes his eyes and with arms outstretched, turns 360 degrees. Briefly the probes cease, the sky lightens.  I'd forgotten about Caravaggio. But he's still present, still filming. I turn to introduce him. And I see in the man's eyes his desire for Calithurn. It's plain that my lord has conquered this mortal artist, this pot bellied man whose scars are the most interesting thing about his body. My Calithurn's lip curls. He shows the two of us a house in a neighborhood of similar houses, a fat, fairly happy looking little boy on a tricycle, an ordinary couple smiling at what is obviously their child. As we see the images we are told: Louis Falco, born in Bethpage fifty years ago, child of a civil servant and a dentist. They never understood why you took the name Caravaggio. You blight this world. Turn that camera off or you and it will be a puddle on the floor." I catch the anger in Caravaggio's eyes, the contempt in Calithurn's glance and step between them. With my lord in such a mood, expressing his rage would be fatal for the mortal. At that moment, the attack begins again. Thunder rolls and lightning splits the sky. One probe after another hits us. This distracts Calithurn enough that his Glamour, the magic that holds the palace together, flickers. I hear the building groan. "We need to get everybody out before people are hurt," I say. "We're drawing fire and putting them in danger." Calithurn shrugs, "It is time we set out on our travels," he says and sounds almost bored. I yell for the palace to be evacuated and we head for the stairs. The building shakes as we descend. In the courtyard Bellephron and Callistro stamp and unfurl their wings. Servants stream past. Chunks of stone fall around us. Selesta is there with a suitcase full of what she considers to be valuables. Calithurn mounts Bellephron and lifts her up without ceremony. I'm on Callistro when the gates open and we canter out into the street. "Get the people away from this place," I hear myself shouting. Fess Parker and John Wayne and the other guards force the crowds back. The horses spread their wings and glide across the street and into the park. I hear a roar and a collective gasp and look back. My lord has abandoned his toy. Without his attention, the Palace is gone, disappeared in a cloud of dust. The rubble we first found is all that remains. I spot Caravaggio filming it all.                             3.        Entering the park, I know that Calithurn is going back to Elfland and that his time in Gotham has been a kind of royal tantrum, his talk of helping the mortals was idle chatter. Cal has been my lover and is my lord. I will be loyal to him and true while he is here. But as I've fallen out of love with him, I've fallen in love with this city. We pause on a grassy rise and it's somewhat like what the Foretelling showed me. But that was a wilderness and a blasted heath and this is an overgrown park with buildings or the ruins of buildings visible through the trees, with Selesta whimpering and the remains of squatters' camps underfoot. It's dark, though, with the wind blowing rain as I'd foreseen and I can see figures, some mounted on winged steeds, in the trees before us. This is the beginning of the road to Elfland and we are not going to get through it without a fight. Cal looks around and it occurs to me that he has run out of ideas and is waiting to be rescued. Then I'm hit by mental probes, one after another. I've never been punched repeatedly in the face but that's what I think of when I can't block all of them and some get through. I feel bits of memory, my mother's tired smile, my father's constant surprise at his half mortal son, the streets of the Maxee where I grew up, being yanked out of my skull.    Someone catches images from my Foretelling, sees as I saw the pair of us surrounded in the wind and rain. Someone else finds the fear I feel as this happens and twists it. Poor Callistro, whom I'd been trying to protect, gets spooked and rises up in terror, bucks and throws me. Then I'm on the ground fallen on my right shoulder. There is shooting pain, my limbs are jerking and my head is banging up and down. There's blood in my throat, my left eye is clouded and my shoulder feels like it's broken. Cal is standing over me broadcasting, "Off of him you cowards! Who will fight me? Let each of you sons of bitches challenge me one at a time!" And I know this is the end of us and want to be on my feet beside him. Then all at once with nothing first, there is a huge bang and bright light. The rain is gone and a great voice bellows, 'WHO DARES DO THIS TO MY SON?" Cal is silent, staring and I manage to half rise and look where he does. King Clathurin and all his power are here, thousands of Fey with their armor glittering. Clathurin is a big man but at this moment, he is gigantic. "STAND FORTH AND FACE ME," he commands and waves his scepter wand. When I look over to the trees, there are bodies strewn about on the grass and none of them are moving.  King Clathurin looks around for a moment then he turns and comes to Prince Calithurn who steps forward. They embrace and Clathurin's host raises their weapons in salute. I struggle to my feet when I see the king walking away with his arm around his son. And I understand that Calithurn's expedition to Gotham was just a way of getting the attention of The King under the Hill.  The presence of so much Glamour makes my eye clear, stops the bleeding in my mouth and the pain in my shoulder. Cal hasn't even looked back. I'm having trouble thinking. But I understand that if I did return, he and I will not be together. I will live again in the Maxee, the great demimonde, like my mother and all the other past and present lovers of the Fey. I will become one of the local legends. "That half breed was the lover of Calithurn. Long ago, they went off to mortal lands together." Selesta trails after Lord Calithurn not understanding that she's already forgotten just as I am. I wonder if my old coffee house the Careless Rapture is still there and if they will think to give it to her.  Would I have gone back with them if Clathurin had taken me in his arms as he did his son? Probably. But that wasn't going to happen. I am a half-breed who has become inconvenient. Will I follow Cal if he turns and gestures for me? No. I am going to remain here with the other chimera. Then, as suddenly as he appeared, King Clathurin is gone, along with Calithurn and the rest, gone with not a trace of their Glamour left behind.      And I'm alone in this strange land, feeling like the insides have been knocked out of me. The Fey do not laugh and do not cry and I inherited that from my father. I did not cry at my mother's death and I do not cry at this. It strikes me that the futures I foresaw for Cal and myself may just have been scenes from movies that hadn't yet been made. At that moment, the Foretelling takes me again. I see myself in high summer with the fox boy and some of the others from the studio. We are on a sidewalk walking down to the river. I am dark-tanned, not ephemeral in the least, dressed like the other street kids in nothing but my baggy shorts and with my hair tied up under a blue head bandana. It would seem to be late summer, four or five months from this moment. And I'm too dizzy and confused to know what to make of it. "Jackie, you look like you're lost," I hear Caravaggio say. He's right beside me but sounds like he's far off and under water. "You took quite a fall there." He turns me around and I see the yellow cab up on the grass. Lionel helps me into the back seat. Caravaggio gets in on the other side and we make a U turn.      "It doesn't seem like he can take care of himself," Lionel says "His boyfriend's got enemies that would love to pick him clean. No doubt off him."              None of this feels like it has anything to do with me. We drive out of the park. A mob of scavengers is crawling over the rubble of the Palace Calithurn, a couple of them spot the cab, one or two have guns. But Lionel is too fast for them and speeds away.      "I can hide Jackie among the crew at the studio," Caravaggio says. "But we need to make him less noticeable."      "Here's a place." The cab swerves and suddenly it's twilight in an alleyway between two buildings. I notice that Caravaggio has attached a small camera to the cab ceiling. Lionel opens my door of the cab. "OK Jackie," he says, "Hand over the clothes and valuables."      "Why?" I try to go for the rap pistol.      Caravaggio says, "Because there are two men and a boy in this cab," and pins me. Lionel pulls my ibex leather jacket and silk shirt off over my head. There's a burst of pain in my shoulder and I cry out.       "Look at those bruises!" Lionel says.      "Nothing broken anymore or he'd be screaming. He heals fast is my guess. That black eye is fading already. I think maybe there's a slight concussion," says Caravaggio.      As they talk they're working on me. My head spins, pain shoots through my shoulder and I can't stop them. In moments the rings on my fingers, the one my mother gave me, the one that my father owned, are drawn off my hands. My watch and bracelets and earrings and the gold collar around my neck, love gifts of Calithurn get taken.      "Make a move for that jump knife Jackie and I'll break your other arm!" Lionel says. My boots of Elvin leather, the hose woven in Moir, the belt with the heavy silver buckle, are stripped off me.      I hold onto the waist of my riding britches and beg to keep them. Even these knee pants would be a small sign of status and there's the wallet and money in the side pouch. It's just about all I have left.      "I looked forward to doing this," Caravaggio says and yanks them off me. "And this," he adds riffling through my wallet and papers. Lionel pulls down my under shorts to make sure I haven't got anything else to steal but lets me keep those.      "A young man of affairs wearing a small fortune on his back one minute," says Lionel, gathering everything up, "A boy with nothing in the world but his silk drawers the next."      It's a warm day but I understand what's been done to me and feel like I've been run through with an icicle. Even if I could find the way, I can't go back to Elfland like this and I have no one here to turn to.      Caravaggio pulls my hair into a tight knot in back, ties a bandanna on my head. He pops open a palm sized screen and shows me the picture the camera is capturing. I'm amazed to see myself as I appeared in the Foretelling.      Caravaggio, murmurs, "You think only Fey can read minds, Jackie Boy? I've seen how you looked at my crew, at the boys on the street. You were curious but disdainful. Now you're going to find out about that life first hand."      Driving downtown, Caravaggio, speaks softly. "If we hadn't gotten you out of the park, you'd be dead by now. We could have left you in that alleyway and you'd be dead by midnight. You're still alive and I'm going to keep you that way. You're going to learn how to survive in this world."       He has his arm around me and massages my neck like I'm a nervous show animal, and says, "With what I shot today and my half of the take from what you had on you, I'm going to make the greatest film to come out of this city in a decade."      I want to ask him why I've been robbed and humiliated and what is going to become of me. Then we arrive outside the studio and Lionel opens the cab door. I realize that in the course of an afternoon I've lost everything and now am nobody. And anyone who sees me from now on will know that. I flinch away and want to hide.      But Caravaggio forces me out onto the sidewalk saying, "Get used to it Jackie. The first time you ever ordered me around, which was the first time we met, I told Lionel I'd lead you into my studio dressed just as you are right now."      "And I thought you were crazy," Lionel laughs.  Before he leaves, he says, "Go easy on him Caravaggio; he always tried to do right by me and the others."      Caravaggio has hold of my good arm or I'd try somehow to cover myself. I did not cry for my mother or for Lord Calithurn and I do not cry at this. Though if I was mortal, I think I would.      This world has traps a Fey could never imagine. This morning I strode down this street and heads turned. Now the pavement is rough on my bare feet and I need to watch out for broken glass. In the Foretelling I walk on it easily.      Ordinary passersby pay almost no attention to one like me.  But when the feathered girl opens the door I see in her eyes awe that her boss has magic that can turn an arrogant Fey into this cringing street urchin.      The rest of the chimeras, more than I ever guessed were there, gather as I'm led by the hand through the studio. Some are astounded; some are highly amused that the well-heeled visitor of the morning has returned to the zoo, stripped and bruised, as the newest addition to the menagerie. I hear giggles and whispers as I'm shown to Caravaggio's bed.      In the Foretelling these are my friends and I can look people in the eye. But that's a future possibility. There's more wonder and terror in any square foot of Gotham than in all of Elfland.       Exhaustion is about to take me when I hear Caravaggio say, "His name is Jackie Boy and he's come from a long way off to find his true home among us."  Then he tells the story of how I lost everything I thought I had.   END   "City of Chimeras" was originally published in Helix, summer of 2006. This recording is a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives license which means you can share it with anyone you’d like, but please don’t change or sell it. Our theme is “Aurora Borealis” by Bird Creek, available through the Google Audio Library. You can support GlitterShip by checking out our Patreon at patreon.com/keffy, subscribing to our feed, or by leaving reviews on iTunes. Thanks for listening, and I'll be back in early December with a GlitterShip original! [Music plays out]

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S.G. SEASON2 EPISODE21 "DAT BID PLACED"

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Play Episode Listen Later Jun 30, 2016 61:00


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SMOOVE GROOVES SEASON2 EPISODE12 "ONYAHEAD"

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Play Episode Listen Later Apr 21, 2016 60:00


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SEASON2 EPISODE8 OUTANDABOUT

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Play Episode Listen Later Mar 24, 2016 61:00


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Bookworm
Breyten Breytenbach on His Literature, Anti-Apartheid Activism

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Play Episode Listen Later Nov 25, 2010 30:00


Voice Over: A Nomadic Conversation with Mahmoud Darwish (Archipelago); Intimate Stranger (Archipelago); Notes from the Middle World (Haymarket Books) As a writer, South African-born Breyten Breytenbach is an activist. As an activist he functions as something like a conscience. As a participant in the global response to apartheid, he was imprisoned for seven years, and his writing comes from the anguished nightmares of his imprisonment. His is the art of passionate dissent; his prose and poetry are in service of a more "human" human race.