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I know I'm locked into something critically when it bleeds off into every part of my life, such as my dreams or my writings. For me, this is how I absorb, understand and reposition myself with or without the ideas coming in at the eye. The aforementioned idea that various texts impart their knowledge in different ways is something I marveled at when first I noticed it. It took some time, but I think Burroughs was the one who taught me how to read 'texts' most critically - ironically enough with his fiction. By putting so many damn infectious ideas beneath his 'novels' he showed me the art of understanding what is beneath the words and phrases.
Obviously, some things are to be read astutely, others not so much. For me Trouser's poetry example was spot on - tiny morsels that act as seeds rather than lengthy, interwoven textual journeys. Probably for me though the biggest problem these days is mastering the impatience I've come to display toward so many new texts out there.
It has become harder and harder for me to take these newer, or 'recent' occult texts seriously. As so many others here have already stated, when I first began reading magickal texts there was so much that struck me as eye-opening or important: many of the books I chose explained some of the things that were happening to me or sparked off ideas in my mind that helped me think about where I was headed, what I was looking for and how to go about things, if you will. Now it seems that a lot of those ideas have been pilfered off into pop-culture intellectualism. I understand this may be the wave of fruition for these authors, who may be magicians themselves (and probably in some cases not even realize it), but overall I feel snobby toward it. The example of the old school divisions of 'high' and 'low' magick are biases I have ever agreed with or adopted before, but somehow they now feel warranted (yeah, I'm aware they probably did back then too).
I guess you could say the 'critical reading' feels as though it can be done just from observing the nature of books and the vehicles bringing us those books. As others here have previously asserted, 'reading' involves more than just opening a book and ingesting it's innards - other factors precede this if we are truly being critical. Others here have mentioned the authors' reputations, avenues of recommendation, etc. Now I ask you to think of another aspect of this.
Walk into a book store and look around - people have made millions in the publishing business reiterating the same concepts continuously. I work in a book store and can tell you the business section contains concepts and instruction from all manner of occult reference. So does the self help. While I realize this is what ideas are for - better yet what they actually are, it makes me suspicious when new books hit the stands - how much that is published is just re-wordings of popular or successful theory. The layers to the Universe and the way it works (not to mention the way we work) are endless, so where are the new ideas? Reading critically often makes me not want to read 'occult' at all - I'd rather write for hours, rehearsing ideas and concepts and see where that takes me than encounter another seeker, master or adept displaying their ambience and elocution of authority and enlightenment. It used to seem par for the course in 'new age' but just as the example has been made that 'goth' is the new 'rock' (trite terms I know, but bear with me for the purpose of example por favor), ie one solidified image to sell, so to is the occult, magickal and arcane the new 'new age'. You can see it in the constant repackaging of the ideas that originally sprung from those texts I think of as foundations - Carroll, Crowley, AOS, RAW, Hine.
Surely my suspiscion of corporate marketing can get in the way sometimes, but its hard not to walk into a book store these days looking for anything other than fiction* and feel marketed to to the point that I get turned off and cranky. It might be different in those off chances that I run into some little place sequestered away in the middle of nowhere with a name I've never heard before and books from floor to ceiling, but unfortunately there's not too many of those around any more and none by me at present.
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