Posts Tagged ‘george howe colt’

November of the Soul

May 31, 2011

Death by lion was the easy way out compared to the chosen fate of St. Simeon Stylites, who is said to have stood on a sixty-foot pillar near Antioch for thirty years, exposed to wind, rain and snow. For one of those years he stood on one leg while the other was covered in hideous ulcers. His biographer was delegated to retrieve the worms that fell from St. Simeon’s body and to replace them in his open sores, as the saint urged the worms, ‘Eat what God has given you.'”

-p. 153

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November of the Soul

May 29, 2011

Let me tell you about how I feel about the beginnings of some of the books I am reading.

The first hundred and twenty pages (eg, like, the first tenth) of November of the Soul: The Enigma of Suicide by George Howe Colt are absolutely fascinating but I keep feeling like a jerk when I go “I have to get home, I’m super stoked to read this cinderblock-sized tome about suicide.”

I read the first chapter of the Spiral Dance by Starhawk and wrote a lot about it in my witchy shit journal (which is made out of paper) and I’m not going to tell you what I wrote but I am pretty much into it and have been remembering that I really like feminist theory and am having a complicated relationship to the fact that so much busted stuff came out of seventies feminism and having to remind myself that a lot of good came out of it, too.

The first hundred and twenty pages of A Visit From the Goon Squad by Jennifer Egan are really well-written literary fiction and I can’t really deny that but I still don’t feel that stoked about it which is a shame because I’m bottomlining a book group discussion about it in three days and I keep wanting to go home and read about suicide or goddess religions instead. And what I really should be doing is writing some stuff I need to write, like, in a “moving forward with my life” sense.

I tried to read Thoughts Without a Thinker by Mark Epstein but it was boring because he just kept going “here is a thing in Freudian psychology and here is a corresponding thing in Buddhism.” I was like, I get it, where are you going with this? I’m sure he went somewhere with it, but I didn’t care enough to get to the answer.

The Secret History of the World is a nice overview of lots of occult shit

So is To Ride a Silver Broom or whatever it’s called, by Silver Ravenwolf, although that one’s mostly just wicca stuff.

The first ten pages of Modest_Witness@Second_Millenium.FemaleMan(c)_Meets_OncoMouse(tm) by Donna Haraway WHO I LOVE are adorably nineties. That one only came into my life about an hour ago.

I still think I will finish that Samuel Delaney book but I haven’t picked it up in a month but I will, just trust me.