Bardic Creativity, Punk Rock Ancestors and Queer Creativity

In this article I am writing about episode 47 of the Bespoken Bones podcast it is a 45 minute conversation which I invite you to listen to.

(Click on this link to listen to the conversation) :
Episode 47: Punk rock ancestors, queer creativity and being a gender-free godhead

Calling on the ancestors, we usually think of our blood ancestors. But we also have ancestors of tradition, of community, those who inspire and live on through us and influence us.

I listened to this podcast episode and what I heard was a definitive explanation of Bardic creativity, completely separate to, but totally in line with our approach to bardistry. It re-enforced that what druidry is about is not sop far removed from what other people are already doing independently, it is just that we develop through a specific framework.

Throughout the conversation Lynn Breedlove talks about being ‘othered’ and being in isolation for much of his life, which brought to my mind the culmination of our bardic course, The Cell of Song, incubating art using traditional techniques of sensory deprivation; The Bardic Project: creating a work of art to exhibit before the tribe.

Lynn talk about the sensible approach of always carrying a small journal or pen and paper all the time as snippets of information/lines of songs arrive right out of the blue – accessing the Awen throughout everyday life. These thoughts/sparks/lines can be revisited at a later more convenient time  to see if it is something useful or not.

From there, Lynn talks of daily practice of writing  ‘Morning Pages’ which is spending time first thing after waking simply writing three pages of thoughts from the realm of dreams, when I heard this I got very interested as this spoke to me of “The Awen I sing, from the Deep I bring it ” (Taliesin) where Lynn is literally going into the Otherworld of dreams and bringing inspiration from that world into this apparent world and making it manifest. being a messenger for the Otherworld.

From there Lynn talks about this being a daily spiritual practice. Bardisty as a spiritual practice.

There is also talk of Bardistry being an act of service to the community. The importance of taking this otherwordly inspiration and making it physical here in this world is just the first step. Lynn says here that the important thing is to deliver this in some way to your community/tribe, that there is a kind of responsibility to do this, not to keep it to yourself.

Lynn brings up the notion of ‘godhood’ which just simply flows out as a description of the Awen

“Art is service, you are serving your community, you are helping others live and thrive by producing stuff that other people can access. If you sit in your room all day and write poetry, nobody is affected by that….  I think everyone should do some form of Art, because that it the Godhood flowing through you. Godhood is creation, you are being ‘a god’ you are doing ‘god-work’ when you make a thing. That gives your life purpose, it gives you meaning and joy to be enthusiastic about life, and that inspires other people to also be happy…”

 

There is talk of being queer or trans as having one foot in both worlds, and the possibility that the trauma that can come from this being ‘othered’ can bring an ability to transcend consensus reality and to access other realms through using survival strategies as a gateway to other realities.

 

In Camps, Even Atheists Pray – Lynn Breedlove

All That Is,  please guide us out of this darkness.
In this moment crying.
In this moment sure.
Laughing, fucking, eating, replicating plates served by mothers.
Channeling Taurus full moons and dead moms and live dads
grounded forward-going, get-outta-jail-free, avoid-jail-entirely, make-it-happen magic And glamor-money-fashion-shine-charm-build-it action.
True love always.  

Bring Mandelas, Mumias, Panthers and Kings,
Bring Peltiers and Black Elks and Lame Deers.
Bring Maya Angelou all aglow and how she says,
Bring your ancestors with you to the room, and what will be read is power. Charisma.

All angels, all the stars all the ghosts
Of Sophie Scholl, The White Rose, Von Stauffenberg, Anne Frank and Marlene.
All the nameless who gave a crust of bread to someone who wasn’t gonna live anyway. All the retro planets seeming to go backwards but aren’t, who show us how to save energy ’till late in the game and then slingshot it through the eye of despots,
Blow everything sky-high at once,
Take out killers with our high-powered books and Subcultural Standards of Beauty good looks.
And if we’re lucky just keep reloading, picking off evil.
Keep them in our sights, crosshairs the only cross we pray to or bear.

Leave behind you a trail of stars to X marks the spot,
To treasure, to hearts, to explosions of light,
To true love coming in your fist,
To high as a kite in your arms,
To crying over the loss of all humans,
All the queers and trans and women and children, beasts and sky and water
Last but not least, all the blue sky from the west down to the east,
Blue just how we see it from here.
Blow it all up and it’s a dream remembered by sentries
At heavenly castles who look out at black starry skies
And tell stories of what we learned there, then,
On a green and blue rock, far away
And once upon a time.

(Available on Lynns new book 45 thought Crimes, which is available in most book selling places)

Cover Image by StockSnap from Pixabay


 

 

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