CRAIG CONLEY (Prof. Oddfellow) is recognized by Encarta as “America’s most creative and diligent scholar of letters, words and punctuation.” He has been called a “language fanatic” by Page Six gossip columnist Cindy Adams, a “cult hero” by Publisher’s Weekly, a “monk for the modern age” by George Parker, and “a true Renaissance man of the modern era, diving headfirst into comprehensive, open-minded study of realms obscured or merely obscure” by Clint Marsh. An eccentric scholar, Conley’s ideas are often decades ahead of their time. He invented the concept of the “virtual pet” in 1980, fifteen years before the debut of the popular “Tamagotchi” in Japan. His virtual pet, actually a rare flower, still thrives and has reached an incomprehensible size. Conley’s website is OneLetterWords.com.
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February 2, 2011 (permalink)

"We carry within us the wonders we seek without us.  There is all Africa and her prodigies in us." —Sir Thomas Browne, qtd. in The Dictionary of Imaginary Places
#africa #wonders
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January 28, 2011 (permalink)

All kidding aside, there's a book entitled What Shall I Read Next?  We can just see this title scrawled (without irony) on someone's list of to-be-read books.  (Even more deliciously, as we type this post, the book has not yet been released but is pre-orderable.)  It's like something out of a procrastinator's Calvinoesque dream.

#book
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January 25, 2011 (permalink)

Two birds fly past.  They are needed somewhere.
Robert Bly

via A Murder of Crows, An Unkindness of Ravens
#birds
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January 24, 2011 (permalink)

"There are two kinds of truth:  trivialities, where the opposite is obviously impossible, and deep truths, which are characterized by their opposite also being a deep truth." —Niels Bohr
#truth
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January 22, 2011 (permalink)

We were chatting with a Hollywood screenwriter the other day about the great dramatic pitfall of the wizard genre — problems can be solved with the wave of a hand.  We're reminded of thrillers in which logician savants battle wits (it's fun when the two masterminds form a Yin/Yang connection, each respecting his rival's intellect).  It's a stalemate ... until one of them fails to predict a tiny repercussion that tips the balance.  Every wave of the magic wand initiates an action, but the ripple effects are for the machinations of Chaos to sort out.  Consider the murderer who, with a wave of the hand, throws the incriminating evidence in the river, unable to predict where the material might wash up.  (Or consider the classic Bewitched series, in which a vexing and hexing mother-in-law's action invariably triggers a chain of unforeseen consequences.)  Perhaps a magician's foremost powers need to be of logic and of foresight.
#magician #wizard
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January 10, 2011 (permalink)

"Writing is just the process of reading backwards, of unpacking from the skull what watching has filled the head with."
Geof Huth

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Daryl Griffiths writes:

Via beauty of the timing of this statement I am ordered to intervene. From yesterday it certainly arrives and demands to know what time is it today, while hoping it not be tomorrow.
#writing
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December 30, 2010 (permalink)

"Literature is a false representation of life that nevertheless helps us to understand life better, to orient ourselves in the labyrinth where we are born, pass by, and die. It compensates for the reverses and frustrations real life inflicts on us, and because of it we can decipher, at least partially, the hieroglyphic that existence tends to be for the great majority of human beings, principally those of us who generate more doubts than certainties and confess our perplexity before subjects like transcendence, individual and collective destiny, the soul, the sense or senselessness of history, the to and fro of rational knowledge." —Mario Vargas Llosa's Nobel lecture, "In Praise of Reading and Fiction," Dec. 7, 2010
#literature
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December 27, 2010 (permalink)

"'Science is systematized and formulated knowledge.'  Then anybody who has systematized and formulated knowledge enough to appear, on time, at the breakfast table, is, to that degree, a scientist.  There are scientific dogs.  Most of them have a great deal of systematized and formulated knowledge.  Cats and rabbits and all those irritating South American rodents that were discovered by cross-word puzzle-makers are scientists.  A magnet scientifically picks out and classifies iron filings from a mass of various materials.  Science does not exist, as a distinguishable entity."
—Charles Fort, Wild Talents
#science #Charles Fort
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December 23, 2010 (permalink)

A fate worse than death:

"It wasn't the dying.  He had seen men die all his life, and death was the luck of the chance, the price you eventually paid.  What was worse was the stupidity.  The appalling sick stupidity that was so bad you thought sometimes you would go suddenly, violently, completely insane just having to watch it."
Michael Shaara, The Killer Angels
#stupidity
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December 20, 2010 (permalink)

"Of course, in our acceptance, the Irish are the Chosen People.  It's because they are characteristically best in accord with the underlying essence of quasi-existence."
—Charles Fort, The Book of the Damned (1919)
#Charles Fort #irish
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December 18, 2010 (permalink)

"The only reason to save something is to use it."
Geof Huth
#saving #using
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December 15, 2010 (permalink)

"I witness with pleasure the supreme achievement of memory, which is the masterly use it makes of innate harmonies when gathering to its fold the suspended and wandering tonalities of the past." —Vladimir Nabokov, Speak, Memory
#memory #nabokov
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December 12, 2010 (permalink)

"We are more viably memories than we are humans ... we are more persistently records we leave behind than we are bodies that move through space." —Geof Huth
#memory
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December 8, 2010 (permalink)

Fiction "is an absolute necessity so that civilization continues to exist, renewing and preserving in us the best of what is human" (Mario Vargas Llosa's Nobel lecture, "In Praise of Reading and Fiction," Dec. 7, 2010).
#fiction
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December 7, 2010 (permalink)

From our Collected Lost Meanings of Christmas:

CLEAR AND COHERENT ABSURDITY:  "I think I agree with Joyce's lapsed Catholic hero in A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man:  'What kind of liberation would that be to forsake an absurdity which is logical and coherent and to embrace one which is illogical and incoherent?'  The religious celebration of Christmas is at least a clear and coherent absurdity.  The commercial celebration is not even that." —Umberto Eco, "God Isn’t Big Enough for Some People"
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November 26, 2010 (permalink)

"There is, it would seem, in the dimensional scale of the world a kind of delicate meeting place between imagination and knowledge, a point, arrived at by diminishing large things and enlarging small ones, that is intrinsically artistic."
Vladimir Nabokov, Speak, Memory
#nabokov
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November 24, 2010 (permalink)

"Diminutive as a mote of dust, a mere peck of the pen, a crumb on the keyboard, the full stop — the period — is the unsung legislator of our writing systems. . . . It crowns the fulfillment of thought, gives the illusion of conclusiveness, possesses a certain haughtiness that stems, like Napoleon's, from its minuscule size.  Anxious to get going, we require nothing to signal our beginnings, but we need to know when to stop: this tiny memento mori reminds us that everything, ourselves included, must one day come to a halt." —Alberto Manquel, "Point of Order"

Art by nada abdalla.
#punctuation #period
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November 20, 2010 (permalink)


From our Magic Words outpost at Blogger:

We contributed an article in the December issue of MAGIC magazine about our favorite magical gathering.

There are No S's in "Magic & Meaning"

by Craig Conley

What’s the secret for keeping a magic conference from turning into a “vicious circle”? For host Jeff McBride, it’s uncoiling that circle into a spiral, with a fixed starting point but enough momentum to spring.  McBride’s unwound magic circle known as “Magic and Meaning” is an innovative, annual workshop held over four days in Las Vegas.  McBride gathers a band of prominent thinkers, theorists, and philosophers of the art to spark insights for magicians from around the world. Attendees have only one thing in common: a quest to unravel the secrets of wonderment.  

Named after a book by Eugene Burger and Robert E. Neale, Magic and Meaning is perhaps something of a misnomer, for the workshop doesn’t celebrate any one flavor of magic, and the so-called meaning of any particular trick is ultimately for each beholder to determine.  But if we add an “s” to each word, we’re offered a clearer window into what actually unfolds here. 

Magic(s) and Meaning(s) is an evolving concept, in keeping with McBride’s spirit of innovation (his Wonderground magic and performance art variety show was recently awarded most innovative nightclub experience in Las Vegas). Five years ago, the workshop was perhaps equal parts instruction, performance, and collaboration. Today, at a secret shelter from the city’s hubbub of excitement, breakthroughs are shared through succinct formal presentations (called PEP Talks) as well as more detailed keynote addresses, while the teaching of tricks and honing of skills occurs more intimately.

In October 2010, stalwarts Burger, Neale, Lawrence Hass, and George Parker led the proceedings. Keynotes included McBride’s secrets of meeting impossible deadlines and Neale’s revelations on the importance of being one’s own kindly dictator. PEP talks included Cory Haines’ ingenious methods for applying game show strategies to mentalism routines, Parker’s insights into how ocular blind spots gave birth to our conception of the devil, Jordan Wright’s demonstration that the surrealist artistic movement is magic’s greatest ally, Kenton Knepper’s cutting-edge techniques on character readings in magical performance, Gordon Meyer’s procedures for long-distance creative collaborations, and Abbi Spinner McBride’s explanation of how to birth miracles through magic “midwifing,” just to name a few. Other luminaries, like Luna Shimada, kept a low profile, with the promise of presenting next time.

In between formal talks and small group sessions, subtle teachings abound. For instance, Burger has a sort of running gag—he performs a brilliant card routine with someone, one-on-one, and as the gasps and shrieks die down his parting words are, “It’s the only thing I know.” His subtle teaching? I understood it to encapsulate several points simultaneously, including: “Do a single trick brilliantly and you’re a brilliant magician,” “To create wonderment is the one true ‘trick’ for a magician to master,” and “Speak with humility, tongue planted firmly in cheek—that’s great sleight-of-mouth.” Hass, a seasoned college professor, communicates his own subtle teachings in a different way. Loquacious as he is, Hass demonstrates by example the art of active listening.

The two words most commonly associated with the workshop—“storytelling” and “bizarre”—are not especially accurate. Magicians interested in storytelling are most certainly in attendance, yet while the inherent magic of language is celebrated, there is no formal instruction in crafting narratives. Indeed, Burger himself prefers pithily-condensed verbal accompaniments to his nimble-fingered feats. And while bizarrists may be attracted to the workshop, Magic(s) and Meaning(s) actually evolved out of a previous gathering called “Beyond Bizarre,” which actively sought to transcend the limitations and preconceptions of that label.

The most accurate word to associate with the workshop is likely “texture.” As Burger puts it, a highly textured magic show will take audiences in different ways, much the way a highly textured surface will reflect light across a broad spectrum. No two audience members will be dazzled by exactly the same sparkles. Burger suggests that how a trick is received is not what matters. “Once the trick is deceptive,” he explains, “it’s about me and what I want it to be."

Hass would seem to agree: “I believe seeing and feeling the tension about the meanings of magic is an important thing to do, because it prepares us for the step of figuring out where we want to land, and then walking the walk (and talking the talk) of our landing place.” Burger refers to a teaching in an ancient poem: what matters is the singing of one’s song, not its reception. He counsels magicians to let their magic “sing with greater clarity and love” so as to affect their audiences most deeply.

True to the spirit of self-determination, Burger discourages the brotherhood of magicians from using the word “we,” and in fact he considers that little pronoun to be an illusion of its own. “The deepest questions are personal ones,” he suggests to the workshop participants. “What do I want my magic to be? Because it can be anything!” His attitude is in keeping with the anti-proselytizing, pro-independence spirit of the event. Neale’s favorite definition of magic is “imagination at play,” and his goal for the workshop is “to encourage you to play with your imagination.” McBride’s own stated objective is to create a space in which individuals can shine in their own right.

Witnessing the complementary styles of the facilitators in action, one can’t help but to see them as cultivators of a magical garden. Burger—a bonsai artist, pruning away anything extraneous. Neale—a topiarist, fashioning shapes in some seriously silly ways. (As Neale says in Magic Matters, “It is important to be serious, and it is just as important to be silly with the serious.”) Hass—a hydroponic specialist, exposing the roots only to nourish them. Parker—a builder of matrices for vines to stretch upon in their own directions. McBride—a hedgerow trimmer, demarcating the fringes with safeguards and perhaps raising a labyrinth at the center.

Come to think of it, those two vanished s’s in the workshop’s title are perhaps best left invisible.  According to Burger's credo on self-determination, there really is only one magic and one meaning—and that's yours.
#magic
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November 12, 2010 (permalink)

Vladimir Nabokov answers the "Nature vs. Nurture" question:

Neither in environment nor in heredity can I find the exact instrument that fashioned me, the anonymous roller that pressed upon my life a certain intricate watermark whose unique design becomes visible when the lamp of art is made to shine through life's foolscap.  (Speak Memory, revised edition, 1967, p. 14).
#nabokov #nature vs. nurture
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November 2, 2010 (permalink)

Naturalized Selection

Imagine two quaint isles of contrasting shades. Let’s pull a couple of names out of a hat—perhaps Eire and Ellis. (Galapagos sounds too fancy.) We’ll paint one a brilliant emerald and the other a dull patina. Not long after a dreamy-eyed Darwin imagined a process of natural selection increasing complexity, the oxidizing eyes of Lady Liberty magnified simplicity for a million Irish immigrants: O’Conghalaighs devolved into Conleys, their family trees pruned down to a stump upon which to rest their weary feet. New books of genealogy, too modest for High Kings, began at Ellis Island. Straightforward Conleys carried on, oblivious to the echoes of their ancestral namesakes, such as dynast Conall Corc, or his fourth great grandfather Conn of the Hundred Battles (son of the passionate, furious High King Fedlimid Rechtmar, himself the son of a deity). In all fairness, from the perspective of the New World—factoring in the curvature of the earth and atmospheric distortion—it’s impossible to glimpse the glimmers of High King Crimthann Nia Náir’s silver-bossed shield or his sword’s inlaid golden serpents, both treasures purloined from the fairies. No fairies are perceptible on the lawns of Ellis Island. Where there’s no turning back, history morphs into mythology.

To stand upon the shoulders of the mighty requires not only a colossal step up but also concerted balancing and adjusted perspectives. What a hefty responsibility comes with owning one’s exalted heritage. What an effort of imagination it takes to draw one’s birthright into the limelight so as to illuminate the missing letters in one’s name. To be sure, a streamlined spelling can be a beautiful thing, so long as it meets the requirements of conciseness: clarity and completeness. Foggy origins and butchered derivations do not for a clear word make. And while it’s quaint to consider one’s home one’s castle, let’s not forget that every stony fortification begins as a "castle in the air” or, in the case of the Irish, quite literally a "castle in Spain”—as in King Milesius of Spain (1000 B.C.) who remembered a prophecy that his descendants would rule Ireland.

When our missing letters are of royal and/or magical origin, we find ourselves facing some rather profound questions and challenges. To what crown(ing glory) is one the natural successor? To what dignities? What traditions are one’s responsibility to keep alive? What untapped powers? If one’s Weltanschauung does not account for an Otherworld, how can one reconcile one’s nymph-glands? How are the descendants of a Celtic deity to appease another holy ghost? Truly, to scale ancestral branches is to hang topsy-turvy with Odin on the World Tree.


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