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My own Degree is in history, although beyond improving skills in
reading and writing advanced narrative I struggle to pinpoint its
value.  Learning kings and queens and dates is just that; for then
we return to the incompleteness of facts.  For instance, studying
the Israeli-Palestinian conflict and making the bold statement, say,
that all problems stem from the creation of the state of Israel in
1948 is nothing more than idle coffee-table chat; both sides want
to draw on justifiable hurts reaching back four thousand years.  So
when does any historical movement begin?  The history of art, and
of ideas, is instructive.  When Pope Pius XII, in the 1940s,
announced the Assumption of the Virgin Mary - indeed, that she
was raised to Heaven - was now Catholic dogma, Jung, himself no
Catholic, commended this act, saying that an archetypal force had
at last been set free, and the changes, whether understood by the
Church, would be great.  A little thought, then, reveals just how
much power the Church truly has; but what was it responding to? 
Critics often cite its remarkable capacity for self-preservation. 
Maybe.  However, forces were simmering at least seventy-five
years beforehand.  Further to the voices already mentioned the
archetype whispered through images of other individuals.  Helena
Petrovna Blavatsky was one, she who established the Theosophical
Society in 1875, the year of Éliphas Lévi’s death and Jung’s birth. 
Then there was Violet Mary Firth Evans, who renamed herself Dion
Fortune (“Deo, non fortuna”, Latin for “by God, not fate”).  Both
were counter-culturalists, and through their writings they stoked
the flames of the archetypal power of the feminine rising.

A good book or film is heart: story releases image to our
imaginations, and we fly.  Nevertheless music is guts, and whether
it be tribal rhythms or complex avant-garde structures, if it
connects - if it is good - the world entire shakes.  My girlfriend is a
classically-trained clarinetist, and she introduced me to the way
élite musicians see the world.  Believe me, even when penniless
each and every one of them remains a class act.  She taught me
that only after graduating and leaving even Trinity College do they
begin figuring out how to express themselves (whether soloist or
orchestral player).  Plenty of life lay ahead; experience for
expression.  They love good wine.  They are artists.  They skip to
the beat of their own heart.

It takes time for an archetype to reveal its power.  It is too great
to be assimilated immediately.  First, it needs to be recognised and
comprehended; but in doing this in the beginning we will use
language to draw distinctions and determine definitions: feminine
becomes “feminist”.  Suddenly, we find ourselves thrust into a
much greater adventure.  Say the word “feminist” and to many,
particularly to men, this conjures up images of bra-burning
militants, ever blaming men for all the world’s ills.  Indeed, these
are feminists.  What is equally true is that she who luxuriates in
her femininity - she takes her time, just like a cat, turning heads, a
wife in the kitchen, a mother to children and whore in the bedroom
- is also a feminist.  That the word seems applicable only to the
likes of Emmeline Pankhurst, Virginia Woolf, Germaine Greer and
Camille Paglia is a clear case highlighting how an archetype
bequeaths immeasurable power, but in aiming to define it over
time its effects downturn.  This can be charted in popular culture. 
First there were Maria Callas, Billie Holiday, Edith Piaf and Ella
Fitzgerald - such raw vocal talent they still hurt us, even if their
cries were captured by a technology we call primitive today. 
Unleashed, they were the archetype.  There followed Etta James,
Diana Ross, Aretha Franklin, Shirley Bassey, Gladys Knight, Barbara
Streisand, Roberta Flack, Carole King and Karen Carpenter.  The
movement peaked in 1978 with that one anthem, sung by Gloria
Gaynor, I Will Survive - surprisingly written by two men, but then
who cares?  Feminine power radiated in society, total domination
by men was over.  But like hens clucking inevitably they argued
over what it all meant.  Men had learned that we use language to
nail a concept, and invariably its nature opens up to
misinterpretation and distortion.  Let’s move forward through
feminism and popular culture and note Madonna’s guile, Whitney
Houston being the perfect cautionary tale, Janice Joplin is Queen of
Psychedelic Soul, Toyah Willcox ‘tore it up’, the force is strong
with Annie Lennox, Chrissie Hynde resonates and calms, the Spice
Girls had their “Girl Power”, Beyoncé is “Bootylicious”, Kylie wears
hot pants, Shania Twain make me all dizzy, Mariah Carey overkills
it, Pink likes indignation, Lady Gaga attention-seeks way too much,
Corinne Bailey Rae is a gem, Amy Winehouse is a return to form
and our headline act, and Oprah Winfrey roots for them all.  (They
all want to be in Sex And The City, even though Bond girls are
forever.)

        “You pay your money; you take your choice.”
                ~ Source Unknown



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