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senti imediatamente atraída pelo título, porque a questão do Genius loci o "espírito do lugar" latino sempre me interessou, Ecos de pessoas, eventos ou ideias que persistem em determinada localidade, e como os atuais ocupantes ou visitantes dessas terras reagem a essas memórias.
Falando assim, parece mais místico e new age do que de fato é, Eu estou, na verdade, sempre pensando em memória e recriação,

Depois, vi que havia ensaios do Warren Ellis e do Alan Moore, dois escritores para quem o tema também é importante, afinal de contas você não escreve Planetary ou A Voz do Fogo se não for um grande apreciador

do assunto.


No fim, acabei me surpreendendo: enquanto os ensaios de Moore e Ellis se mostraram leituras OK principalmente o do Moore, que requenta muita coisa que ele já disse antes encontrei alguns textos realmente excelentes escritos por pessoas que me eram até então desconhecidas.
Vajra Chandrasekera Sri Lanka falando sobre colonialismo, Bryndís Björgvinsdóttir Islândia e os elfos na cultura nórdica, Maria J, Pérez Cuervo Espanha e a construção insana de El Escorial,


Como em toda a antologia, há momentos inspirados e outros nem tanto, mas a qualidade dos bons ensaios compensa os medíocres.
Já quero uma continuação, com outros colaboradores, Collection of essays concerned with the echoes/memories of place or points in time utilising psychogeography as a signifier of being, Some authors are stalwarts of the psychogeography canon Iain Sinclair, Warren Ellis, Alan Moore whilst others are less well known or even new to the genre.
This 'newness' does sometimes display itself in the writing style, but each essay is included on merit and has something unique to say about the places we inhabit.
For the most part, it was great, with many thought provoking essays, for example, a palace built over a hellmouth in Spain, elf belief in Iceland, or the spirits of Colombo.
However, there were two or three essays that rambled excessively and were more into clever use of language than being informative discussions of the topic.
Had they not been in the book it would easily have been worthstars, That said, they weren't terrible, and all were worth reading, Some were just a bit to "clever" for their own good, weird and weirdly resonant with current events, best read with an open mind, Ive just finished reading Spirits of Place, edited by John Reppion, the Daily Grailpublished collection of writings on place, narrative, history and spirit, I was not disappointed.

Reppion opened by among other things describing an event of the same name he organized earlier inhosted on the same site as a degraded Neolithic tomb.
The event itself raised sacred space in spectacular fashion and is, perhaps, a lesson and charge for the coming year without the participants having known just how stark it feels.
As Reppion states, “To create a space that is emphatically antiracist, antifascist, antisexist on the grounds of so malevolent an enterprise and to fill it with events for young people does seem redemptive.
Yet to perform in such a space can never be lighthearted, ”

Theres a bit too much to unpack in a proper review the collection is part essay grouping, part philosophical studies journal, part occult newsletter but the essays in each case stand proudly for themselves with each raising their own space.
Whether its Gazelle Amber Valentine talking idenity, Warren Ellis writing on radio signal as bomb blast radius, Maria J, Perez Cuervo illustrating the process of secret, dangerous and necessary libraries growing seemingly of their own magnetism or Vajra Chandrasekera on fascism, nationalism and grief, the contents are topical and fascinating and juggle between dreamily speculative and heartbreakingly eloquent.
Chandrasekeras contribution in particular felt crucial and grounding, setting the tone almost as clearly as Reppions introduction:

In our periodic riots, Sinhala mobs in search of Tamil or Muslim people to assault but still unable to identify them on sight because we all pretty much look the same would demand that potential targets perform their Sinhalaness or Buddhistness with shibboleths: pronouncing particular words to test for accents, or reciting Buddhist prayers that people of other religions were unlikely to know.
For example, the ඉතපස, which in a great irony is a recitation of the virtues of the Buddha, probably including suitably incongruous things like kindness and compassion.
I say probably even though I know it by heart I suspect my notparticularlypious parents insisted on me learning these prayers by memory in anticipation of future riots because the prayer is in Pali, not Sinhala, and Ive long since forgotten what the words mean: to me, its just a string of sounds that represent thuggish fanaticism.


With my breath fully taken away by lines like:

Grief is a nation, like the dead are a nation.
These are the nationalisms I can get behind,

I name only a few here not to suggest they held themselves over the rest, but precisely because I could go on and on about the other writers included and so bore you to death and draw my review out to outlandish and unhelpful proportions.


I do want to single out the piece by Damien Patrick Williams, one of the primary reasons I picked up this book along with the topic itself and work by luminaries like Ellis and Alan Moore.
In addition to being a friend, Williams has been quoted in WIRED magazine and interviewed on the Flashforward and Mindful Cyborg podcasts on the intersection between magic and technology, one of my primary interests.
His contribution to this book excelled my expectations as it seamlessly covered biographical explanation, philosophical exploration, virtual space and place, mythology and psychology, He covers two more of my favorite topics, ravens and synchronicities, and pulls apart the phenomenons of my experience masterfully:

But the concept structure of ritual space can be applied to any time or place which, for reasons of mentality and mood, must be set apart.
In sociological and trauma studies, we discuss this idea in terms of “safe spaces” in martial arts, we have the dojo in magic, the drawing of the circle.
In all of these instances, we use words, or a knife, or chalk, or a song, and we carve out something sacred from within the profane, and thes Internet was pretty much a perfect expression of this.
The complex protocols to login, the aforementioned terminology and conceptual framing, all of it conjured an intentional Otherness of place and mind,

The evermagical Alan Moore closes out the collection with a fantastic and thoroughly electrifying piece that serves, as Reppion laments not doing with the actual event in April, as a closing ritual for the book.
And as many of the other pieces do, spiraling ever outward from Reppions convocation, Moores entry exists in a sort of trifold space it covers the past, it applies to the present, and reaches out to the future with a mystical, speculative beckoning:

Everywhere the grind and rumble of epochal gears, the flat stones of Satanic mills as they commence to turn.
A creaking at the limits, at the edge of our condition, a raw frontier of our lust and fear and capability,

The topics truly covered across the book are legion if your interests cover anything around philosophy, place, folklore, magic, immediate urban experience, history and future of politics, this book will absolutely have something for you.
My suggestion: seek the book out, raise your own space, read it and proceed from there, Its easily one of my favorite books of, O principio non me enteraba de nada, Mais gustoume e foime útil que o libro se repetise e xirase sobre o mesmo unha e outra vez e pivota sobre o Genius Loci unha e outra vez, coas voltas acaba aparecendo diante de ti unha sorte de sentido no libro.
Distintos lugares pero unha narrativa e as pezas caen no seu sitio,

Tamén hai chulería e boas bostas no libro, derivadas da pretensión cultista que arrodea a Alan Moore, Paréceme incríbel que ninguén corrixise Teatro de Tordesillas por Tratado de Tordesillas na historia de Vajra Chandrasekera Sri Lanka falando sobre colonialismo.
Pretensións, intentar proxectar fume coa linguaxe pero ninguén edita o libro ou que En serio, Kill Your Idols,

Por suposto que adoro a idea do esprito do lugar, son de Lalín, pero este libro non lle dá voz a eses monstros que son as nosas vilas hoxe, pasando polos Pelmeņi das urbes ás tostadoras sen limpar que son as nosas aldeas, isto é unha masturbación a catro mans a Alan Moore e unha colección de clichés envolto nun inicio pretendidamente escuro e confuso que derivan en historias sacadas da Wikipedia.
This is the kind of book that I'm going to keep revisiting for new viewpoints and old stories, A welcome addition to my shelves, and I'd recommend this to anyone with a love for the introspective, the haunted, the strange, and the beautiful.
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