#glamourbombs

[inksharktrash]

Love this! The wall here has rolled up napkin papers where patrons wrote notes to future diners. #lovemytown #BellinghamWA #Bellingham #glamourbombs #lovenotes (at Brandywine Kitchen)

[arcanetrivia]

Note to self: need to make some changes in the glamourbombing section. The post I queued from susitar about "wildflower" mixes possibly containing invasive species made me wonder if there were any recommendations in the list that amounted to seed-bombing, and indeed there is one (#3, which somewhat amusingly mentions bachelor's buttons, which are one of the specific species named as invasive in the Pacific Northwest in the PDF susitar linked to). This is an issue I wasn't aware of when I originally compiled the list, lo many years ago. Some other things need collapsing/consolidating as they are very similar to one another (#4/5/37). Some are like... where exactly is the faery in this? (#6/25) And then there's #28, advising Sharpie graffiti, something else I now have a different perspective on. I understand poetic terrorism is not exactly "play nice" and has anarchic roots, but I now feel that kind of thing just makes life more difficult for the poor person who has to scrub it off. I think I've seen some suggestions for those who want to go around doing this sort of writing on walls, like using the Sharpie on some kind of easily removable surface (e.g. painter's tape) and sticking that to the wall instead. I can't remember exactly what was proposed, though; anyone?

[jarandhel]

Glamourbombing/inflicting magic on people without their consent might not be directly harmful but a) you'd be riding roughshod over that whole "consent" thing which is the cornerstone of any ethical system worth a damn and b) it's *profoundly irritating*. Believe it or not, there's plenty of imaginative and open-minded people out there. They are often busy and don't want their trip to work disrupted by loud assholes making an annoyance of themselves.

You live in a very strange world where consent is required for everything that one might be exposed to in the course of one’s day.  Do you consent to the messages on the t-shirts around you, which you are exposed to?  Do you consent to the messages on the ads you see on your trip to work?  Do you consent to other people’s modes of dress - casual, business, provocative, conservative, typical, ethnic - which you are exposed to?  Or the many businesses which surround you?  Why do you presume you have a right to essentially opt-out of being exposed to magic in the world around you any more than you have a right to opt-out of exposure to these things?

[jarandhel]

[arcanetrivia]

Conjuring things that have never been and walking among them, touching, feeling, and responding: Imagining allows you to fancifully sail into the future to explore and to bring back the gems - the thoughts, feelings, ideas, and concepts - that are waiting there, that are waiting there just for you. Remember: Always imagine. Always imagine, and always cherish your ability to do so.

Lazaris

[arcanetrivia]

A Call of the Sidhe

Tarry thou yet, late lingerer in the twilight’s glory: Gay are the hills with song: earth’s faery children leave More dim abodes to roam the primrose-hearted eve, Opening their glimmering lips to breathe some wondrous story. Hush, not a whisper! Let your heart alone go dreaming. Dream unto dream may pass: deep in the heart alone Murmurs the Mighty One his solemn undertone. Canst thou not see adown the silver cloudland streaming Rivers of faery light, dewdrop on dewdrop falling, Star-fire of silver flames, lighting the dark beneath? And what enraptured hosts burn on the dusky heath! Come thou away with them for Heaven to Earth is calling. These are Earth’s voice—her answer—spirits thronging. Come to the Land of Youth: the trees grown heavy there Drop on the purple wave the starry fruit they bear. Drink: the immortal waters quench the spirit’s longing. Art thou not now, bright one, all sorrow past, in elation, Made young with joy, grown brother-hearted with the vast, Whither thy spirit wending flits the dim stars past Unto the Light of Lights in burning adoration. (A. E. (George William Russell))

[arcanetrivia]

Obscured in adaptation and cynicism, bound by incredulity, magic was once lost in silence. Magic is awakening. You can hear its call.

Lazaris

[arcanetrivia]

Miracles seem to rest, not so much upon faces or voices or healing power coming suddenly near to us from far off, but upon our perceptions being made finer so that for a moment our eyes can see and our ears can hear that which is about us always.

Willa Cather