See my previous couple of posts for some thoughts and feelings on magic and death. Continuing my most recent thoughts and building on them, welcome to this post. Although it’s being written pretty stream-of-consciousness, so if anything coherent comes of it, that’s just luck.
I had a brief moment watching a playthrough of Elden Ring wherein I genuinely felt the magic of spooky weirdos in the service of death sorceries. Reminded me of when I feel tha magic in other media, like the weirding way from Dune, like Jim Morrison bullshit in that Oliver Stone Doors movie, like… I dunno. The part in Lord of Illusions when the ground is crumbling away from Nyx’s feet and he’s still levitating like it’s no biggy.
So this has me wondering how I might use that inspiration to write better magic in my own stories.
Y’know I still don’t have a good strong idea of just what Josefina in J&B is capable of and how it works. It would be super useful to have that figured out before I write the last half of that book. The last scene of my first big chonk of that book has her teleporting short distances and anchoring a spirit creature to the ground so Blasfemia can finish it off. I do know at least one big impressive thing I want her to do at the end of the story. What can build toward that?
A bit off topic but related and I may double back to it before I’m done here. In this one I was thinking about my thinking about my notions on Death Magic. Previously I said that magic in this context is less about exerting one’s will over reality than interacting in a more profound way with the big important concepts in life – love sex chaos death etc. It’s about emotion. Surrealism is not much without feeling behind it. It helps surrealism hit right if the feeling is one of the big ones; magic too, I think. Maybe. Like I said, working off the top of my head here.
How do I feel about death? What is it? I don’t like it. Like, I don’t wanna die. Really don’t. There’s a goofy song by Depeche Mode called Flies on the Windscreen which states its case with the opening lyrics: “Death is everywhere! There are flies on the windscreen for a start, Reminding us! We could be torn apart.” This is real as shit. Death and dying are everywhere you look in this world. Part of life, of course, but if you’re feeling it, it’s sure easy to let that turn you into a goth.
The further I get from the moment that inspired this, the more the feeling is faded, like a dream. I may have been drifting toward sleep in that moment. God I feel like I could sleep any damn time. When I retire, I’m gonna sleep six hours, wake up for two, then sleep another three. And it’s gonna feel awesome.
Anyway, how can I get back to that moment, remember what it’s like? Gotta focus on my feelings. How do I feel about death, really? If I strip away the bullshit and the philosophy, but don’t go so simple as to say “it sux and be scary.” What is death, to me? It’s so hard to focus. I closed my eyes and felt it out.
First thing that came to mind was the inevitability of it. It’s looming there like a monolith… more like the walls of a prison and I’m inside. Second thing, the absurdity of it. More specifically, of people’s responses to it. There are the religious faithful, which we can scorn or pity in our own ways. More absurd tho are the things people do with their lives. The fact death looms large in front of orngdolf shitler renders the way he’s choosing to live his life profoundly absurd. But that’s true of most of us as well. When you consider that you could die at any moment but you’re still going to work and living like a human being, instead of wilding out, doing anything you love and that you’re capable of… It’s depressing, appropriately.
It’s a joke and we’re all the punchline. It’s meaningless. It’s the return to zero. Even the Universe is ultimately going to die. When I’m having trouble focusing, it’s the quiet in between the notes of the static. It’s the low point on the brainwave graph. Again, it’s all around and looming and cannot be escaped. So what was the feeling that intrigued me there, in something I normally avoid the contemplation of?
Maybe it’s the way I’m horny on goths. In my cowardice, when I see somebody who does not look away from death, they become powerful to me, magnetic. Was I just being horny on the concept of this character? Doesn’t feel like it.
Truth. The fictional depictions of magic that move me are the ones where a character knows something about reality and it confers on them a kind of power. Fia the Deathbed Companion doesn’t look away from death. She intentionally focuses herself on it fully, and though she has some magic powers from that awareness, the most magical thing about it is the awareness itself. Drink a big glass of poison and in the moment before it kills, live forever. Live the thing that others fear. Don’t fear the reaper.
I don’t think killers are cool. The cool assassin man from movies, nay. It’s fun to watch the action as no-names go flyin’ from the paired pistolas of Chow Yun-fat, but he’s gotta have a good reason to do it, and they gotta genuinely not be human in any way. Chaff, or Snidely Whiplash’d. Killing people sucks and the extent to which it happens IRL makes the fiction less appealing to me these days. But the mortified character, whether dying saintly or transcending life more grotesquely, cenobite style – that’s an interesting character. Powerful.
I dunno i dunno. Probably feel different about that tomorrow. I’ve thought before that when I die, I wanna look like that bog mummy. You know, the one that looks so peaceful, like he laid down to take a nap and crumpled into the earth just a bit, to lay there forever. That guy died violently, of course. Nice to imagine otherwise. Let my sleep be peaceful and dignified – not that I’ll be there to care about it. Still.
The death wizard is already dead and not dead yet, fully aware of and in communion with the walls of this prison, a part of the Universe in a way most are not. That’s power enough. I don’t know what it means. Still haven’t figured that biz out. Still can’t conceive of ways to express this idea on the page that don’t feel like aping what’s come before, or worse just come off like some dungeons & dragons. This’ll have to do for now.
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