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Tuesday, 12 October 2021

The Death of the Festival


Dear Reader, Please take a little time to enjoy this article. While reading, I found myself looking at gatherings of people and celebrations on an even deeper level. Apply these ideas to the international lockdown, the death of social gatherings, the eruption of violence by the disenfranchised and the enormous struggle of the average human to remain sane. Humour has also been affected; read about the gulags. And understand the importance of humour in the survival of our species ~ and why I do what I do every week with my weekly offerings.

This is an interesting read. That is all I can say. I hope to get the entire series up over the next short while.

Meanwhile, here are a few gems to get you started.

‘Because it undermines conventional reality, humor is also a primal peace offering.’

‘More generally, locked in, locked down, and locked out, the population’s confinement within the highly controlled environment of the internet is driving them crazy.’

‘That hunger for unprogrammed, wild, real experiences ~ real food for the soul ~ intensifies beneath the modern diet of canned holidays, online adventures, classroom exercises, safe leisure activities, and consumer choices.’

‘A society of good humor is likely to be a healthy society that needn’t veer into sacrificial violence.’

By Charles Eisentstein

June 2021 

SOURCE

(Part 1 of a multi-part series)

We live a double life, civilized in scientific and technical matters, wild and primitive in the things of the soul. That we are no longer conscious of being primitive makes our tamed kind of wildness all the more dangerous. ~ Hans Von Hentig

The natural order is unraveling. Plagues, floods, droughts, political unrest, riots, and economic crises strike one upon the next, before society has recovered from the last. Cracks spread in the shell of normality that encloses human life.

Societies have faced such circumstances 
repeatedly throughout history, 
just as we face them today.

We would like to think we are responding more rationally and more effectively than our unscientific forebears; instead, we enact age-old social dramas and superstitions dressed in the garb of modern mythology.

No wonder, 

because the most serious crisis we face 

is not new.

None of the problems facing humanity today are technically difficult to solve.

~ Holistic farming methods could heal soil and water, sequester carbon, increase biodiversity, and actually increase yields to swiftly solve various ecological and humanitarian crises.

~ Simply declaring a moratorium on fishing in half the world’s oceans would heal them too.

~ Systemic use of natural and alternative healing modalities could vastly reduce Covid mortality, and reverse the (objectively more serious) plagues of autoimmunity, allergies, and addiction.

~ New economic arrangements could easily eradicate poverty.

~ However, what all of these easy solutions have in common is that they require agreement among human beings. There is almost no limit to what a unified, coherent society can achieve. That is why the overarching crisis of our time ~ more serious than ecological collapse, more serious than economic collapse, more serious than the pandemic ~ is the polarization and fragmentation of civil society.

With coherency,

anything is possible.

Without it,

nothing is.

The late philosopher Rene Girard believed that this has always been true: since prehistoric times, the greatest threat to society has been a breakdown in cohesion. Theologian S. Mark Heim elegantly lays out Girard’s thesis:

“Particularly in its infancy, social life is a fragile shoot, fatally subject to plagues of rivalry and vengeance. In the absence of law or government, escalating cycles of retaliation are the original social disease. Without finding a way to treat it, human society can hardly begin.”

The historical remedy is not very inspiring. Heim continues:

The means to break this vicious cycle appear as if miraculously. At some point, when feud threatens to dissolve a community, spontaneous and irrational mob violence erupts against some distinctive person or minority in the group. They are accused of the worst crimes the group can imagine, crimes that by their very enormity might have caused the terrible plight the community now experiences. They are lynched.

The sad good in this bad thing is that it actually works. In the train of the murder, communities find that this sudden war of all against one has delivered them from the war of each against all. The sacrifice of one person as a scapegoat discharges the pending acts of retribution. It “clears the air.” The sudden peace confirms the desperate charges that the victim had been behind the crisis to begin with.

If the scapegoat’s death is the solution, the scapegoat must have been the cause. The death has such reconciling effect, that it seems the victim must possess supernatural power. So the victim becomes a criminal, a god, or both, memorialized in myth.

The buildup of reciprocal violence and anarchy that precedes this resolution was described by Girard in his masterwork, Violence and the Sacred, as a “sacrificial crisis.” Divisions rend society, violence and vengeance escalate, people ignore the usual restraints and morals, and the social order dissolves into chaos. This culminates in a transition from reciprocal violence to unanimous violence: the mob selects a victim (or class of victims) for slaughter and in that act of universal agreement, restores social order.


The Age of Reason has not uprooted this deep pattern of redemptive violence. Reason but serves to rationalize it; industry takes it to industrial scale, and high technology threatens to lift it to new heights. As society has grown more complex, so too have the variations on the theme of redemptive violence. Yet the pattern can be broken. The first step to doing that is to see it for what it is.

In order that full-blown sacrificial crises need not repeat, an institution arose that is nearly universal across human societies: the festival. Girard draws extensively from ethnography, myth, and literature to make the case that festivals originated as ritual reenactments of the breakdown of order and its subsequent restoration through violent unanimity.

A true festival is not a tame affair.

It is a suspension of normal rules,

mores, structures, and social distinctions.

ED Noor: The social experiment known as Woodstock is an excellent example of the above statement. 

Girard explains:

Such violations [of legal, social, and sexual norms] must be viewed in their broadest context: that of the overall elimination of differences. Family and social hierarchies are temporarily suppressed or inverted; children no longer respect their parents, servants their masters, vassals their lords. This motif is reflected in the aesthetics of the holiday ~ the display of clashing colours, the parading of transvestite figures, the slapstick antics of piebald “fools.” For the duration of the festival unnatural acts and outrageous behaviour are permitted, even encouraged.

As one might expect, this destruction of differences is often accompanied by violence and strife. Subordinates hurl insults at their superiors; various social factions exchange gibes and abuse. Disputes rage in the midst of disorder. In many instances the motif of rivalry makes its appearance in the guise of a contest, game, or sporting event that has assumed a quasi-ritualistic cast. Work is suspended, and the celebrants give themselves over to drunken revelry and the consumption of all the food amassed over the course of many months.

Festivals of this kind serve to cement social coherence and remind society of the catastrophe that lays in wait should that coherence falter. Faint vestiges of them remain today, for example in football hooliganism, street carnivals, music festivals, and the Halloween phrase “trick or treat.” The “trick” is a relic of the temporary upending of the established social order. Druidic scholar Philip Carr-Gomm describes Samhuinn, the Celtic precursor to Halloween, like this:

Samhuinn, from 31 October to 2 November was a time of no-time. Celtic society, like all early societies, was highly structured and organized, everyone knew their place. But to allow that order to be psychologically comfortable, the Celts knew that there had to be a time when order and structure were abolished, when chaos could reign. And Samhuinn was such a time. Time was abolished for the three days of this festival and people did crazy things, men dressed as women and women as men. Farmers’ gates were unhinged and left in ditches; peoples’ horses were moved to different fields...


In modern, “developed” societies today, neither Halloween nor any other holiday or culturally sanctioned event permits this level of anarchy. Our holidays have been fully tamed. This does not bode well. Girard writes:

The joyous, peaceful facade of the deritualized festival, stripped of any reference to a surrogate victim and its unifying powers, rests on the framework of a sacrificial crisis attended by reciprocal violence. That is why genuine artists can still sense that tragedy lurks somewhere behind the bland festivals, the tawdry utopianism of the “leisure society.” The more trivial, vulgar, and banal holidays become, the more acutely one senses the approach of something uncanny and terrifying.

That last sentence strikes a chord of foreboding. For decades I’ve looked at the degenerating festivals of my culture with an alarm I couldn’t quite place. As All Hallows Eve devolved into a minutely supervised children’s game from 6 to 8pm, as the Rites of Resurrection devolved into the Easter Bunny and jellybeans, and Yule into an orgy of consumption, I perceived that we were stifling ourselves in a box of mundanity, a totalizing domesticity that strove to maintain a narrowing order by shutting out wildness completely. The result, I thought, could only be an explosion.

It is not just that festivals are necessary to blow off steam. They are necessary to remind us of the artificiality and frailty of the human ordering of the world, lest we go insane within it.

More generally,

locked in, locked down, and locked out,

the population’s confinement

within the highly controlled environment

of the internet

is driving them crazy.

Every human being knows, if only unconsciously, that we are not the roles and personae we occupy in the cultural drama of life. We know the rules of society are arbitrary, set up so that the show can be played out to its conclusion. It is not insane to enter this show, to strut and fret one’s hour upon the stage. Like an actor in a movie, we can devotedly play our roles in life. But when the actor forgets he is acting and loses himself so fully in his role that he cannot get out of it, mistaking the movie for reality, that’s psychosis. Without respite from the conventions of the social order and without respite from our roles within it, we go crazy as well.

We should not be surprised that Western societies are showing signs of mass psychosis. The vestigial festivals that remain today ~ the aforementioned holidays, along with cruise ships and parties and bars ~ are contained within the spectacle and do not stand outside it. 

As for Burning Man and the transformational music & art festivals, these have exercised some of the festival’s authentic function ~ until recently, when their exile to online platforms stripped them of any transcendental possibility. Much as the organizers are doing their best to keep the idea of the festival alive, online festivals risk becoming just another show for consumption. One clicks into them, sits back, and watches. In-person festivals are different. They start with a journey, and then one must undergo an ordeal (waiting in line for hours). Finally you get to the entrance temple (the registration booth), where a small divination ritual (checking the list) is performed to determine your fitness to attend (by having made the appropriate sacrifice ~ a payment ~ beforehand). Thereupon, the priest or priestess in the booth confers upon the celebrant a special talisman to wear around the wrist at all times. After all this, the subconscious mind understands one has entered a separate realm, where indeed, to a degree at least, normal distinctions, relations, and rules do not apply. Online events of any kind rest safely in the home. Whatever the content, the body recognizes it as a show.

More generally,

locked in, locked down, and locked out,

the population’s confinement

within the highly controlled environment

of the internet

is driving them crazy.

By “controlled” I do not here refer to censorship, but rather to the physical experience of being seated watching depictions of the real, absent any tactile or kinetic dimension. On line, there is no such thing as a risk. OK, sure, someone can hurt your feelings, ruin your reputation, or steal your credit card number, but all these operate within the cultural drama. They are not of the same order as crossing a stream on slippery rocks, or walking in the heat, or hammering in a nail. Because conventional reality is artificial, the human being needs regular connection to a reality that is non-conventional in order to remain sane. 

Ed Noor: These Scottish government workers, business folk, secretaries, dentists, servers, executives, have paid to participate in organized chaos and, after a day of wild carousing, will return to their every day lives, satisfied with their release and the temporary exorcism of the modern world.  

That hunger for unprogrammed, wild, real experiences ~ real food for the soul ~ intensifies beneath the modern diet of canned holidays, online adventures, classroom exercises, safe leisure activities, and consumer choices.

ED Noor: When did "safety" become our prime goal in life?

Absent authentic festivals, the pent-up need erupts in spontaneous quasi-festivals that follow the Girardian pattern. One name for such a festival is a riot. In a riot, as in an authentic festival, prevailing norms of conduct are upended.

Boundaries and taboos around private property, trespassing, use of streets and public spaces, etc. dissolve for the duration of the “festival.”

This enactment of social disintegration culminates either in genuine mob violence or some cathartic pseudo-violence (which can easily spill over into the real thing). An example is toppling statues, an outright ritual substituting symbolic action for real action even in the name of “taking action.” Yes, I understand its rationale (around dismantling narratives that involve symbols of white supremacy and so forth) but its main function is as a unifying act of symbolic violence.

However, this cathartic release of social tensions does little to change the deep conditions that give rise to those tensions in the first place. Thus it helps to maintain them.

I became aware of the festive dimension to riots while teaching at a university in the early 2000s. Some of my students participated in a riot following a home-team basketball victory. It started as a celebration, but soon they were smashing windows, stealing street signs, removing farmers’ gates from their hinges, and otherwise violating the social order. These violations also took on a creative dimension reminiscent of street carnivals. One student recounted making a gigantic “the finger” out of foam and parading it around town. “It was the most fun I’ve had my whole life,” he said.

More than any contained, neutered holiday, this was an authentic festival seeking to be born. And it wasn’t safe. People were accidentally injured. A real festival is serious business. Normal laws and customs, morals and conventions, do not govern it. It may evolve its own, but these originate organically, not imposed by authorities of the normal, conventional order; else, it is not a real festival. A real festival is essentially a repeated, ritualized riot that has evolved its own pattern language.

The more locked down, policed, and regulated a society,

the less tolerance there is for anything outside its order.

Eventually but one micro-festival remains ~ the joke. To not take things so seriously is to stand outside their reality; it is to affirm for a moment that this isn’t as real as we are making it, there is something outside this. There is truth in a joke, the same truth that is in a festival. It is a respite from the total enclosure of conventional reality.

That is why totalitarian movements are so hostile to humor, with the sole exception of the kind that degrades and mocks their opponents. (Mocking humor, such as racist humor, is in fact an instrument of dehumanization in preparation for scapegoating.)

ED Noor: In China Winnie the Pooh was banned because their dictator did not like the comparisons made between him and the hunny lover.

In Soviet Russia one could be sent to the Gulag for telling the wrong joke; in that country, it was also jokes that kept people sane. Humor can be deeply subversive ~ not only by making authorities seem ridiculous, but by making light of the reality they attempt to impose.

Because it undermines conventional reality,

humor is also a primal peace offering.

It says, “Let’s not take our opposition so seriously.” That is not to say we should joke all the time, using humor to deflect intimacy and distract from the roles we have agreed to play in the drama of the human social experience, any more than life should be an endless festival. 

But that hunger for unprogrammed, wild, real experiences ~ real food for the soul ~ intensifies beneath the modern diet of canned holidays, online adventures, classroom exercises, safe leisure activities, and consumer choices.

And a society that attempts to confine its jokes within politically correct bounds faces the same “uncanny and terrifying” prospects as a society that has tamed its festivals.

Humorlessness is a sign

that a sacrificial crisis is on its way.

The loss of sanity that results from confinement in unreality is itself a Girardian sacrificial crisis, the essential feature of which is internecine violence. One might think that with little but hurt feelings at stake, online interactions would be less fraught with conflict than in-person interactions. But of course it is the reverse. One way to understand it is that absent a transcendental perspective outside the orderly, conventional realm of “life,” trivial things loom large and we start taking life much too seriously. This is not to deny the substance of our disagreements, but do we really need to go to war over them? Is the other side whose shortcomings we blame for our problems really so awful?

As Girard observes,

“The same creatures who are at each other’s’ throats during the course of a sacrificial crisis are fully capable of coexisting, before and after the crisis, in the relative harmony of a ritualistic order.”

Surveying the social media landscape, it is clear that we are indeed at each others’ throats, and there is no guarantee that that will remain a mere figure of speech as something uncanny and terrifying approaches.

Tuesday, 11 May 2021

Honey Versus Blood: The Battle Between Comfort and Courage

April 28, 2021

By Gary Z McGee

Self-inflicted Philosophy
Waking Times

“Remember: 

you are master of your own destiny,

digger of your own rut.

Destiny can be altered.

Ruts are filled all the time.

If you lay in yours too long,

someone will bury you in it.” ~ Pat Mestern

Fortitude.

Backbone.

Gumption.

Grit.

Mettle.

All too often our abundant privilege and soothing creature comforts rob us of these vital aspects of character. We grow soft, weighed down by extreme convenience, uncontrolled contentedness, and a cultural conditioning that brainwashes us into believing that maintaining the comfort zone is the be-all-end-all.

As a culture, courage is losing the battle against comfort. The honey is too abundant, too addictive, too soothing. We’ve dulled the sharpening stone by neglecting the millstone.

And the philosopher’s stone?

What the hell even is that?

Exactly!

We need a cultural wake-up call, a societal overhaul. We need to tap our inner Daunte and stare dead into the abyss, yelling, 

“O muses! O high genius! 

Now vouchsafe your aid!”

But we shouldn’t rely on someone else to win this battle for us.

This is your fight.

This is my fight.

This is our fight as a profoundly sick society 

trying to heal itself.

Only you can stretch your too-tiny comfort zone.

Only you can get the blood flowing 

through your half-dead life.

Only you can dig down deep for that inner fire

and dare to take a leap of courage.

Too much honey taints the blood.

Too much comfort smothers courage.

Only you can cleanse the taint.

Only you can emancipate your courage.

Nobody else can do it for you.

“But, but… the honey is so good, so sugary sweet, so soothing. How can it be bad? How can something so easy and comforting be what’s preventing me from living courageously?”

Working to gather honey, risking great danger in the process.

The answer is immoderation. Honey is a metaphor for immoderate comfort. Too much of a good thing is unhealthy. Too much honey is unhealthy. Too much comfort is unhealthy. The balance to ‘too much comfort’ is courage. The balance to ‘too much honey’ is blood.

Blood is fire.

Blood is passion.

Blood is courage.

It’s the fearlessness that transforms fear into fuel. It’s an inner wake-up call, visceral and primal. It is valiance despite vanity.

It’s having the guts

to defy the gut

you gained

from eating too much honey.

Stop eating so much honey! Burn it over the fire of your courage. Sure, culture has conditioned you to remain comfortable and sedative and in a state of extreme immoderation and domestication.

It’s on you to flip the script.

Turn the tables. Push the envelope. Count coup on that shit! Dig down deep for that hidden courage and recondition your conditioning.

If you don’t, then you are destined to live a half-lived life. Too many people living half-lived lives leads to a sick society. And here we are:

poisoning the air we breathe,

the water we drink,

the food we eat,

the land and seas we need to sustain us,

and the minds we must co-evolve with.

Have no illusions, our society’s profound sickness is directly related to the war between comfort and courage. Too much honey makes us soft. Too much blood makes you fierce. But in a society where everyone has grown fat and soft on too much honey, the fierceness of blood is just what we need. That’s the only way to achieve balance. As Nietzsche said,

“Extreme positions are not succeeded by moderate ones, but by contrary extreme positions.”

Trumping honey with blood 

is about action.

It’s about being proactive

despite an inactive society 

that’s hooked on honey.

Why choose courage over comfort? To flip the corrupt script that has led us into becoming a sick society, of course. But also, to heal ourselves. Too much honey has made us obese in mind, body, and soul. Our too-fat hearts led us to a too-fat spirit, weighed down by a too-fat emptiness and meaninglessness.

There is a way to heal 

but it will require fierceness.

It will require blood and fire 

and ruthlessness.

The war won’t win itself.

There’s a hero hidden inside you

just waiting to go on a hero’s journey.

You need only wake him/her up.

Life is on the line. In a lot of ways, the war between courage and comfort is a war between life and death, between harmony and entropy.

This is a war that we are all caught up in,

whether we like it or not.

We do ourselves, and each other, a disservice when we allow comfort, complacency, and contentedness to lead to a sick society.

The only thing

that guarantees the victory

of entropy over harmony

is that we do nothing.

The honey has made it easy to do nothing. Our comfort-based lifestyles have made doing nothing a priority.

Usually because

we are also living fear-based lifestyles.

The solution to both is to discover the fortitude of a courage-based lifestyle. Only that will flip the script on entropy and death.

But, comfort-junkies beware, living a courage-based lifestyle is not for the “fat” of heart. It will not be easy. It will be the hardest thing you will ever do. It will mean reconditioning your conditioning. It will mean going against everything you were raised to believe.

It will mean reinventing yourself

in mind, body, and soul.

You will have to defy the extreme culture that has brainwashed you into believing that living outside your means is somehow healthy. It’s not. It’s just another trap to keep you comfortable and compliant. Don’t fall for the trap. Gain the courage to question your comfort.

Cultivate a fortitude of fearlessness.

The war begins and ends with you.

It always has.

Part of winning the war is helping others become aware of it. It’s empowering others so that they can overpower the Powers That Be. It’s coming together as one and realizing that blood trumps honey.

We all bleed red.

We are all united in red.

Other colors be damned.

White, black, brown, yellow.

Fuck off with all that!

Give me red.

Give me fire.

Give me blood.

And I’ll give you a war that can be won.