Monday 6 February 2012

Magical realism

Sunday is a snow day spent at home, the unaccustomed cold and quiet outside the window a disconcerting echo of my cold, quiet mind inexorably rehearsing present fear and future scenarios of destitution. Hours and hours of this before I'm able to remind myself that actually I don't much want what society tells me I must want and am stupidly putting at such risk. Well, I want it a bit, of course, don't hate stuff, some stuff: clothes, for example, furniture - their shapes and colours, a kind of art; or digital toys for grown-ups, the hardware and software of on-tap words and music. But they haven't proved much comfort, really, in the face of tedium and alienation. The stuff I most want is not for sale: fresh air on my face, an unpaved path for wandering and soil to dig in; a quiet place and time to explore meditation; community, communion with others who dissent. Such a small space these have been squeezed into and now, whilst not crazy enough to completely disdain realism, I need to hook them back up and hold them close, embrace more radical priorities, let the realism be a bit more magical.


Dorothee said...

I love this line: „Let the realism be more magical“.
Yet it’s true: day by day by day we are told that more, newer, bigger stuff = more, better happiness. It’s an equation that is almost engraved in today’s culture. And something in the stone-age part of our brains will probably always be drawn to it: stuff = better.
Here’s a blog about it, with some interesting contrasting notes – i came across it this weekend: It includes this quote from Thoreau: “A man is rich in proportion to the number of things which he can afford to let alone.” it also includes an interesting scientific research that ends with the equation: past a certain point, more money does nothing for happiness.
Here’s the link:

Anonymous said...

And who's to say which is more real--the the stuff that caters to manufactured need or that which satisfies the actual need?

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Rachel Fox said...

Out here in the sticks there is not so much stuff. It's quiet, sure enough, plenty of fresh air and meditation. Community... that's a bit trickier. People are messy!

Jean said...

Rachel, I'm sure you're right! I don't think my notion of community is an naively idealistic one. I just think it would be nice to have more time to keep in touch with the friends I have and perhaps make a few more, not necessarily living up the road, but also far away (but on email and/or Skype), even also including characters in books and films that are meaningful to me :-)

Rachel Fox said...

I am naive idealist one day, miserable hermit the next!