Witch Belonging to Me In the realms of magic and folklore, witches have long captured the imaginations of people. With their abilities to cast spells, brew potions, and commune with otherworldly powers, witches have become synonymous with mystery and power. While historically portrayed as figures of darkness and evil, modern interpretations have shed light on their complexities and the various roles they play in society. **The notion of a witch belonging to me might seem odd at first glance**, as witches are often depicted as autonomous individuals with their own powers and agendas. However, the concept of witchcraft being passed down through generations challenges this perception. In many traditions, witchcraft is seen as a hereditary practice, with certain individuals inheriting the gifts and knowledge of their ancestors.
I am a practicing witch who grew up in a fundamentalist Christian home. For years I have agonized over whether to share my beliefs with my parents. It feels my secrets are creating a rift between us, but I fear their disappointment, disillusionment, and possibly even disownment. What would you do?
BABA YAGA Pull yr Intellect from yr body like the spine from a fish ; Plunge her into the inky pond of Desire Mystery fish her out, dark dripping, strangely nourished, wiser than you, scarier, richer in direction send this stickly daemon out into the streets ahead, follow behind like a moon, cheering. The stakes of the movie itself are low it s a coming of age film at its core, but it has a gentle charm and way of making the magic seem to fit right in the world.
In many traditions, witchcraft is seen as a hereditary practice, with certain individuals inheriting the gifts and knowledge of their ancestors. This conveys a sense of belonging within a specific lineage, where the powers and responsibilities of being a witch are passed down from one generation to the next. **Furthermore, being part of a witch coven or community can also foster a strong sense of belonging**.
Review: ‘WITCH’ by Rebecca Tamás
WITCH is rude, raucous, shocking, intellectually bracing, sophisticated, messy, anti-dogmatic, and sexy. It’s a thrilling, visceral and totally unexpected collection, which redefines the possibilities for poetic language in the twenty-first century. If that sounds like hype to you, get ready to be sucker-punched.
The figure of the witch is an eternally potent archetype for many feminist thinkers and artists, from Remedios Varo, to Kate Bush, to Silvia Federici, to Geraldine Monk. Whereas Monk and Federici focused on the historical persecution of the witch – who is often taken as a metonym for an independent, powerful woman who ignores the rules of her society and is brutally punished and excluded because of it – this collection takes the classic associations with the witch, such as spells, hexes and interrogations at trial as structural device, rather than attempting to give a realist historical account. In this sense it bears a resemblance to Monk’s Interregnum – but though both are feminist experimental poets writing about witchcraft, that’s where the similarities end. Tamás is explicitly interested in forging a ‘difficult’ poetry which is stridently contemporary, irreverent and immediate, an attitude best summed up by her own lines: ‘a zeitgeist request here | BE SO IN ACCORD WITH YOURSELF THAT YOU GO AWAY’. The difficulty of WITCH lies not in the obscurity of its language, but its utilisation of the apparent non-sequitur as powerful response, as exemplified in the poems entitled ‘Interrogation’ which bookmark the beginning and end of the book:
Picture an egg yolk, that huge yellow throw-up sun.
Dementedly shining, falling out of itself, birthed and
What crimes have you enacted?
Love makes me forget myself sometimes.
I am horribly angry, I am sick with it,
my vomit turns black, but this love.
I can’t explain it, but that it is exactly.
What is especially interesting here is that Tamás upends two tropes of female experience: reproduction (the egg) and romantic love. Both are caretaking roles. Here, the witch’s creative power becomes a semi-autonomous being, unflatteringly described as ‘demented’ and compared to vomit. This theme continues in the second excerpted response, which slyly implies that the only crime the witch commits is to transgress socially-sanctioned co-dependent love relations which keep women submissive, sick and angry, rather than free and brimming with raw power like the egg yolk. Thus, it’s a protestation of innocence which holds up a mirror to the interrogator, implicating society for poisoning women with structural forces they can’t explain. In fact, the more carefully the Interrogation poems are read, it becomes clear that each response contains the kernel of an answer, hiding the key of meaning to the initiated – much like a grimoire – so that the astute reader becomes part of the coven.
to hex a penis off means taking a laugh out for a walk
laughing and laughing your mouth is open
let your girlfriend see your tongue
This is a book that cackles. In the feminist tradition of Cixous’ Laugh of the Medusa and Wittig’s The Guérillères, Tamás reclaims the laughing woman as a symbol of defiance against the patriarchy and conventional morality. In the face of logic laugh. In the face of repression laugh. In the face of sexual violence and death laugh:
you thought there was a conspiracy of women didn’t you you
yes you’re right of course
we are laughing at your dick just like you assumed
but for completely different reasons
You can’t burn this witch, who ‘rubs her foot in the salt lava | intimate and hot as god’: she knows she is made of the same substance as fire. The transgressive power of women, witches’ and queer people’s laughter is fuelled by their fearlessness of death. Why fear hell when one’s enemies seek to kill, silence and punish you above ground? ‘You might as well live’, as Dorothy Parker infamously wrote – and enjoy it.
The witch knows and respects death, and understands it as happening in the present, simultaneously with all other timelines, counter to the human understanding of both time and being: ‘ghosts rub their hands in glee | as they procreate violently’. Trusting in the cyclical nature of existence and speaking with spirits, the witch is fundamentally unafraid of ceasing to exist as a mortal, and it is that which enables Tamás’ witch to be truly liberated, and to embrace the sexual and sensual body.
If laughter is scorn it is also a refusal to conform to expectations, and you’ll find no sanctimonious paeans to nature or distant goddesses here. Instead, the pages are splashed with ‘damp steaks’ and ‘cat shit vellum’, spoken by a protagonist who ‘lived in a pre-industrial society [but] dreamt of motorways and nightclubs’, who ‘wanted to throw the broom into the grate and instead | buy an airplane rising across a tin-can-silver-sky’. As you can tell, Tamás has a great deal of fun reimagining the witch counter-stereotypically, across centuries and into a state of timelessness.
Conversely, there are certain aspects of the witch’s world which transcend language. Tamás gestures towards these via one of her specific gifts, the ability to pile imagery into a clamouring vortex, clause upon clause glowering with rooted intensity. The witch’s consorting with the devil is told here as an atypical doomed love story; in goodbye he mutters ‘something in her ear but it wasn’t words’ which
looked like a body floating on a sea
of grass with the moon pulling that grass backwards and forwards
in tides and with each tug of the moonlight more blue flowers burst up
out of the soil and stretch their capped mouths and the
body passes over them
in light so strong you could read by it
Though this imagery is vivid, it is not romantic; the light renders it heroic, even as the floating body and blue flowers are distinctly supernatural. It attains its unique poetic power not through the specialness of its language, but through the incantatory effect produced by active verbs and the present tense reimagining the fantastic in the realm of the mundane: animism in action, making visible the hidden (occulted). It is this which gives so many of Tamás’ poems their distinctly startling and unpredictable air: the language traverses familiar terrain with a totally different set of coordinates and intentions, as though the map itself is turned upside down.
So WITCH proposes a magic predicated on visceral embodiment which is nonetheless focused on futurity, via the transcendence of patriarchal capitalism’s utilitarian attitude towards nature, which has led humanity towards an approaching ecological crisis ‘where the world is what you do to it’.
I’d like to say something about the treatment of gender in this book. It seems that the opening ‘/penis hex/’ and closing ‘/cunt hex/’ have been taken literally by some readers (on the site GoodReads) and understood to be transphobic. As a genderqueer person I did not find this reading to be true. ‘/penis hex/’ acts as a distinctly comical, even light-hearted introduction to the book’s themes: ‘hex in a philosophy seminar | see them detach and start to waver | a few centimetres apart from their owners’. Such an image illustrates what is clear throughout this poem, that the witch seeks to decontaminate a phallocentric culture, and that the penis is a purely symbolic metaphor for this, chosen to shock and amuse. A potential moment of offense may have sprung from these lines:
some woman in a mint silk pantsuit so happy with
a penis between her legs and the next shucking it off
able to do exactly as is necessary
I read these lines as ambiguous, since we don’t know whether the penis between the legs belongs to the woman or her sexual partner. I am inclined to interpret it as the latter given that she is ‘so happy’, a state synonymous with sexual liberation elsewhere in the book (‘Spell for Lilith’); ‘able to do exactly as is necessary’ signifies that she doesn’t allow her temporary happiness and / or ability to fall in love to become counter-revolutionary sentimentality. Clearly the joke is not on the innocent penis, but the patriarchy.
Meanwhile, the devil is androgynous and ‘had all the sexual organs you could want’ though is referred to throughout as ‘he’, which indicates an understanding of gender as mutable, diverse and non-essentialist. Finally, WITCH reassures us,
know that as I hex you I hug you know that as
you are hexed and the blood is pouring from your head
and groin that it is only because I love
everything that is alive
A truly twenty-first century poetics, WITCH understands that the frontiers we face are also in ourselves, implanted through the virus of culture. Healing can be accomplished through working towards the destruction of external oppressors together (rather than turning that power inwards and self-destructing alone). Bravery, pleasure and reclamation are tactics for survival and resistance, and no-one is immune to the virus – we are all capable of being wrong. We are all alive. We are all under the same cultural hex – it’s just that some of us know it. We are ALL witches. This book speaks of liberation with depth, seriousness and force, yet communicates this message through spirited wit, a sly wink, and a full-throated cackle.
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my vomit turns black, but this love.
Covens are groups of witches who come together to practice their craft, support each other, and celebrate their shared beliefs. Within these tight-knit communities, individuals find fellowship and a sense of belonging based on their shared interests and magical abilities. Covens often have their own unique rituals, traditions, and hierarchies, reinforcing a sense of collective identity and shared purpose. **Nevertheless, belonging to oneself must not be overlooked**. While familial heritage and community ties play a significant role, it is essential to acknowledge that every individual witch has their own unique experiences, perspectives, and powers. Personal growth, self-discovery, and practicing witchcraft in one's own way are equally important aspects of finding belonging within oneself. **In conclusion, the concept of a witch belonging to me encompasses various dimensions**. It encompasses the passing down of knowledge and abilities through generations, finding a sense of community and solidarity within covens, and embracing one's unique individuality. As witches continue to captivate our collective imagination, it is crucial to recognize the diverse paths to belonging that exist within the world of witchcraft..
Reviews for "Healing with Witchcraft: Discovering Belonging in the Magic of Self-Healing"
1. John - 2 stars
I was really looking forward to reading "Witch Belonging to Me" based on the intriguing synopsis, but unfortunately, it fell flat for me. The characters lacked depth and felt one-dimensional, making it hard to connect with them. The plot was also predictable and didn't offer any surprises or twists. Overall, I found the book to be average at best and was disappointed in the lack of originality.
2. Sarah - 2.5 stars
I had high hopes for "Witch Belonging to Me" as I'm a fan of the fantasy genre, but it didn't live up to my expectations. The writing style was unimpressive and at times felt disjointed, making it difficult to fully immerse myself in the story. Additionally, the pacing was inconsistent, with some chapters dragging on and others rushing through important moments. While the concept was interesting, the execution fell short, resulting in a lackluster reading experience.
3. Emma - 3 stars
"Witch Belonging to Me" had potential, but it didn't quite deliver for me. The world-building felt underdeveloped, leaving me with more questions than answers. The romance aspect of the story felt forced and lacked chemistry between the characters. Although the writing was decent, the plot lacked substance and failed to keep me fully engaged. Overall, I found the book to be mediocre and forgettable.