Showing posts with label Fantasy. Show all posts
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Thursday, May 15, 2025

Harvey – a Fairy Story (13 May 25; FM)

“Faery stories are based on hope, not despair, and however terrifying the adventures while they are occurring, they always culminate in the happy ending.” (21)

 -       Verlyn Fleger Splintered Light: Logos and Language in Tolkien’s World (2002, revised edition)

“I was raised on Irish folk tales told to me by my uncles. I had four bachelor uncles. I think that’s always had an impact on my work.  Harvey the pooka, and the changeling in Mrs. McThing… I have to say, I’m very grateful for that heritage.”

- Mary Chase, Pulitzer prize winning writer of the original play[1]

 “Well, I've wrestled with reality for 35 years, doctor, and I'm happy to state I finally won out over it.”                                             

- Elwood P. Dowd, in Harvey (1950)

           I haven’t seen Harvey for probably 40 years, and I had forgotten much about it except that it features a man (played by Jimmy Stewart) who has a big white rabbit friend; an invisible big white rabbit—as I remembered.  Having been gifted a copy of the DVD at Yule, I watched the movie last month, on Eostre (which was, I thought, way too appropriate),[2] and was struck by its being a full-blown fairy-story! 



Of course
, you might say, it’s got a pookah in it; a pookah being an old fairy character from Irish mythology—so how could it not be a fairy story?  True.  But what I realized, this time, is how many fairy themes are actually woven into the tale.  How it deals with Faërie[3] and people touched by it; and how, when Faërie crosses-over into our daily lives; so constricted by the routinized normal—it upsets conventions while opening eyes and hearts to Other-Reality.

So what makes Harvey a true fairy story, then?

First, on the level of the story as a whole, it has both – to use Tolkien’s terms –dyscatastrophe and eucatastrophe.  For most of the film, Elwood (Jimmy Stewart’s character) is in danger of being committed to a sanitarium.  Why?  Because he is considered ‘insane.’  Why?  Because he breaks the strictures of normalcy by talking to an invisible friend, Harvey by name – who is described by Elwood as a six-foot-three-and-a-half-inch tall humanoid rabbit.  (Elwood is always very specific about that height!).[4]  This threat to Elwood’s freedom fits the theme of dyscatastrophe; i.e., the unavoidable tragic end; an inescapable fate—the destructive end that cannot be averted.  While it happens on a personal level; not being world-threatening as it in in The Lord of the Rings, for instance – it portends a tragic turn for the character; an end to his life as a free person.[5]  It is unlikely to be averted, though in the end, it is; that being the eucatastrophe—i.e., an unexpected and unlikely turn of fate for the better.

As a viewer, I was led to think at the beginning of the film that Elwood Dowd is simply ‘delusional,’ ‘hallucinating’ his imaginary friend, and while that may be ‘abnormal,’ Elwood is a decent person with only good intentions towards others.  He is ‘harmless,’ except that he doesn’t quite live in the ‘real’ world shared by ‘the rest of us.’  Elwood and Harvey go about town together, visiting bars, talking with people and occasionally inviting them to dinner at his house.  This begins in the very first scene, wherein Elwood is seen leaving to go on one of his ambles.  He comes to the gate, and here we see the first intimation of his invisible friend, Elwood saying to him, “After you,” politely leaving the unseen person go ahead of him through the gate.  Elwood is, in addition to many other virtues, always genuinely polite.

Elwood meets a postman at the gate and, after a few polite words, offers the man his ‘card.’  Though it is refused, this is something else that Elwood frequently does; the gesture being often accompanied by an invitation to come to dinner at the Dowd house.  Most of these invitees are more or less strangers to Elwood and, no doubt, his sister and niece.  This offer is first taken up by a man at Charlie’s – a bar Elwood oft visits – whom he sees and, recognizing him, goes over to the booth where the man is sitting, there considerately inquiring how he is doing.  He obviously knows him from previous acquaintance.  We find out that he has recently been released from prison, for some undisclosed crime, but this doesn’t put Elwood off.  He continues to engage the man compassionately; genuinely glad to see him back at Charlie’s and, giving him his card, invites him to come to dinner.  The man graciously accepts.

A generous thing to do; inviting strangers to dinner—and in the context of the ‘invisible friend’ the gesture takes on ‘something more.’  This kind of generosity and welcoming to others is often associated in the lore with people who are fairy-touched; those who have come into contact with the fairyfolk and their world in some way or other—and who are thereby slipping, slightly, out-of-touch with the regular ‘real’ world; the conventions of which so often limit our sense of connection with others—especially, unfortunately, those who are not ‘like’ us.  [Would that we could all slip out-of-touch with what is considered ‘real’ more often, if it would mean becoming more compassionate, generous and hospitable!]  While Elwood is still partially in the ‘real’ world, he later avows to Dr Sanderson and the nurse, Miss Kelly, that he has “won out” over reality.

His having “won out” over reality may be what – on one level – is causing his sister Vita Louise – and her daughter – Myrtle Mae – to be so uncomfortable.  As the scene changes to what’s going on in the Dowd house, Veta Louisa exclaims: “It is a wonderful feeling to have your relatives out of the house before the company comes.”  A Miss Johnson – who had been hired for the day; to help serve at a Society Meeting – is then seen summarily quitting, saying she had encountered Elwood before he left, and cannot abide him!  The ‘strangeness’ of her encounter with Ellwood has threatened to open-up the horizons of her normal ordinary world, and she flees before it has a chance to take effect.  After she leaves, Myrtle Mae exclaims in frustration that as people are ‘run down by trucks every day,’ why can’t Elwood be so disposed of!?

Vita Louise and Myrtle Mae are obviously not coping with Elwood’s ‘delusion,’ in part because it has alienated them from normal society relations.  No one comes to see them anymore.  The Society Meeting for which they are preparing is an attempt to ‘get back in the game’ of socializing.  _While Elwood is out!   Vita Louise is hoping that the meeting will begin to restore their reputation and possibly lead to Myrtle Mae finding a suitable husband.  If only Elwood does not come back!  Which he does, of course_ disrupting the gathering and introducing a couple of the ladies to Harvey_ which prompts everyone to leave the Dowd house!  Veta and Myrtle Mae are so fed-up with Elwood’s mental illness that they are ready to ‘put him away’ – which they do try and do in the second act.

I felt for Elwood immediately, as this scene exemplifies how people living in an unquestioned and narrow-horizoned ‘normal’ are so often unable to handle anything that threatens their familiarity with ‘the way things should be’ and rousts them into aversion and fear, if not worse.  At this point, however, I wasn’t expecting anything other than the story and plight of a kind man with an active and very vivid Creative Imagination.  I was assuming the six-foot rabbit (“excuse me,” Elwood would break-in, “six-foot-three-and-a-half inch”) with whom he appears to converse and walk about town with to simply be an illusion; a projected presencing of an imaginative companion!  I thought of Elwood as someone who had ‘gone down the rabbit hole’ (oh dear_ did I really write that?).  However, very soon things began to happen that suggested – and later proved – another reason for the uneasiness of people around Elwood and Harvey.

Elwood’s sister and her niece are distraught.  After all, no one really wants to take care of a mentally-ill person, do they?  (_I wish it were not so.)  And of course, there is an assumption riding just below the literal narrative level – that ‘they’ are probably going to kill everyone, right?  Animosity toward the mentally ill is evinced by several characters, from Miss Johnson to the taxi driver who drives Elwood to the Chumley Rest Home to Wilson; the attendant at the rest home[6]the assumption being, Elwood is obviously dangerous and violent to the point of murder_ beneath – perhaps because of – his calm, ‘controlled’ exterior!  In general, in this story, ‘polite society’ (which is often only polite towards its own kind) has been offended; the unquestioned horizons of their normalcy having been challenged—'who can deal with it,’ the reactions of those at the Society Meeting and the housekeeper seem to be implying by their behavior (rather loudly).

This leads into the first moment of fairy experience that sign-post the story as a true fairy story!  It is said that when fairyfolk are around, that there is a ‘strangeness’ in the air that people who are not fairy-touched can and do sometimes ‘sense,’ though they are not quite able to grasp what its cause might be, much less understand why they may feel ‘unalone,’ perhaps, or just ‘uneasy’ – in the presence of a fairy or one who is fairy-touched.

Elwood persistently shows that he has slipped-the-noose of social conventions; which is also a common theme in fairy stories; those who have met fairies or even gone to the fairyworld often are only partially ‘here’ afterwards; this being a kind of liberation.  He is acting out of a genuine compassion for other people, regardless of who they are or where they have come from_ or even what they have been or done.  This speaks to the freedom that sometimes comes with being fairy-touched or even visiting with fairies.  It gets expressed as tolerance and open-hearted, open-minded acceptance of others.  He interacts with these people, and his dealings with them throughout the story show him to be a man concerned with their well-being.  His card – which he offers to a  number of the people he meets – implies this openness to their being who they are.  He wants to have dinner with them.

At the beginning of the film the viewer might think that Elwood is actually delusional, as I did, though in his case – as with Kris Kringle in Miracle on 34th Street” – there is no indication   that he is violent or would hurt anyone.  As the psychiatrist Dr Pierce from Brooks Memorial Home, where Kris lives in that story, says, even if Kris is delusional, he has a delusion for doing good, and, for that reason, need not be institutionalized.  Here, in Harvey – as in Miracle on 34th Street – it is the people around Elwood that I found most in need of help.

The attempt to have Elwood committed is comically played out when Dr Sanderson mistakes Veta Louise – Elwood’s sister – for the person who is being committed to the sanitarium!  This happens during her interview with Sanderson, when she admits:

“Doctor, I’m going to tell you something I have never told anyone else in the world before, not even Myrtle Mae, every once in a while I see this big White Rabbit myself.   … he’s every bit as big as Elwood says he is.” 

Veta Louise confessing to the doctor, in her exasperation, that she has sometimes ‘seen’ Harvey certainly may have a this-worldly, naturalistic explanation.  It can be understood as someone involuntarily participating in the delusion of another; very understandable, as Veta Louise loves and lives with Elwood and his ‘imaginary’ friend.  Yet, as this is a true fairy story, this is the first fairy moment; a glimmer of the presence and effect of Faërie on the characters.  More such moments are to follow_ and once I heard this, I had to think back through the earlier scenes to see if there were any other such indications!

Veta Louise’s confession leads to her being committed, and to Elwood being brought down and released.  Shortly after Elwood leaves the Sanitarium on his own recognizance, he is picking flowers when Mrs Chumley – the head psychiatrist’s wife – drives by, coming to rendezvous with her husband as, she says, they are going to a cocktail party.  She stops to speak with him as he is in a bed of her best Dahlias; flowers that in folklore represent strength and resilience in dangerous or difficult situations.  This flower’s presence in the story is symbolically significant, as Elwood is in a dangerous situation; though he doesn’t really reckon it—being only partially in ‘this world.’  The Dahlia is also associated with professions of love, so later, when he picks one and gives it to Nurse Kelly, it clearly symbolizes his pleasant affection toward her, which she experiences as affirming.

Elwood tells Mrs Crumley that he is looking for a friend of his named Harvey.  Continuing to be polite toward Elwood, perhaps thinking he is an inmate at the sanitarium, she then asks how to recognize Harvey if she sees him, so she can direct him to where Elwood is waiting for him.  A revelatory exchange ensues:

Ellwood: “You can’t miss him, Mrs Chumley, he’s a pookah.”

Mrs Chumley: “A pookah; is that something new?”

Elwood: “No, as I understand it, that’s something very old.    But Harvey’s not only a pookah, he’s my best friend.” 

After exchanging a few pleasantries with Elwood; not quite knowing what to make of him—Mrs Chumley has her driver take her on up to the sanitarium.  I would say that her questioning state is a first step toward a possible openness to the fairy-realm?

As Elwood leaves the sanitarium grounds, he has another affirming conversation; this time with the gatekeeper – Mr. Herman Shimelplatzer – in which he compliments the old man on his ingenuity in creating the mechanism for opening and closing the gate.  Showing appreciation to others for their achievements is another aspect of Elwood’s good nature; and is applaudable whether one is fairy-touched or not.  [Would that many more people might embody this virtuous way of engaging with others.]  Elwood then gives Mr. Shimelplatzer his card and invites him to dinner the next night.  He will be at least the second attendee along with the ex-con Ellwood met at Charlie’s!  This dinner is shaping up into a very interesting event, don’t you think?

Inside the rest home, having resolved the confusion of who is being committed and who isn’t, Veta Louise is released.  Back at the Dowd house judge Gaffney – a friend of the family as well as their lawyer – shows up saying he’s had a wild call from Veta Louise and wants Myrtle Mae to help him figure out what it’s all about.  Myrtle Mae starts to make a phone call to the sanitarium, at which point another significant exchange ensues:

 Judge Gaffney: “You know, I feel bad having Elwood locked up.  I always loved that boy, he could have done anything, been anything, made a place for himself in the community.”

Myrtle Mae: “And all he did was get a big rabbit!!”
Judge Gaffney: “I know, he’s had that rabbit up in my office many a time.”
[Myrtle Mae gives him an incredulous look.]
Judge Gaffney: “I’m old but I don’t miss much.”

What does his response mean?  I take it as another indication of someone who perhaps at least senses, if not ‘sees,’ the pookah.  It is a third instance of what I will call a fairy moment in the film; evidence of the realm of Faërie having slightly skewed, perhaps, the judge’s normal, everyday world.  The judge does not say some version of ‘Elwood comes to my office acting like he’s in the company of that imaginary rabbit.’  Rather, he says Elwood “has brought” Harvey to his office on some number of occasions.  This may be the second instance of someone – other than Elwood – having some kind of experience of the pookah’s presence; the first being Veta Louise’s admission that she has on occasion seen Harvey herself. 

Once this happened, I had to think back to the bar, where the bartender – Mr Cracker – (interesting name!) seemed to have no qualm about setting up a drink for his invisible patron.  He even asks Elwood ‘how he is,’ referring to Harvey, and while this could be understood, and no doubt is, at that point in the story, as a kind-hearted indulgence toward another man’s delusion, once the reality of the pookah begins to be revealed, perhaps he, too, does ‘sense’ something; being aware of that fairy ‘strangeness’ surrounding Elwood?

Significant fairy moments then happen out at Chumley’s Rest Home once they realize it was Elwood who was supposed to be committed.  The moments in this scene begin as Dr Chumley emerges from his office wearing a hat which he then recognizes is not his.  It has two holes in the top that only prompts the doctor to suggest that its some ‘new fashion.’  The holes, however, could well be for rabbit ears!  “Who’s hat is this?” He demands to know.  This is a fairy moment.  Something strange; not simply of mistakenly picking up someone else’s hat—but one with odd, suggestive holes in it!  The question engaged me, sending me back to see the hat Elwood was wearing when he arrived at the sanitarium, and it is clearly a different hat; you can see it in the scenes when he is in the taxi after his sister goes in to commit him, and also in the scene later when he is speaking with Mrs Chumley.  It definitely does not have two holes in it!  Could it have been Harvey’s hat?  If so, this is also the first physical manifestation of Faërie in the story!  An invisible pookah leaves behind a physical, quite visible hat tailored specifically for him!   Was it for Dr Chumley to find?  And where was it?  In the doctor’s office?  _If so, perhaps Harvey has already begun to pay attention to Dr Chumley; a theme that, if so, is proleptic, playing out at the end of the story.

Nurse Kelly gets Dr Chumley’s hat for him.  When she returns, he puts it on, but continues to hold the strange hat in his hands for much of the rest of the scene!  When Dr Chumley then mentions to Dr Sanderson the ‘unfortunate case’ of the morning, he is told it is ‘resolved.’  Dr Chumley, referring to the ‘delusion’ of the patient, however, mentions the name ‘Harvey.’   At this, Mrs Chumley tries and break in to the conversation, which she finally does, telling her husband that she had met Ellwood, who was looking for a friend of his named “Harvey;” and that “he said his friend was a pookah.”

Standing there with his fingers sticking out through the two holes in the hat-that-isn’t-his, Dr Chumley accuses Dr Sanderson of compounding his earlier error, saying:

"So you gave him a pass, doctor Sanderson?  Perhaps they neglected to tell you at medical school that a rabbit has long pointed ears.  You’ve allowed a psychotic man to walk out of here and roam around with an overgrown white rabbit.”

Like Judge Gaffney’s referring to Elwood bringing Harvey to his office, the way Dr Chumley phrases his accusation here could indicate also that there is a white rabbit? Thus, making this another fairy moment.  Before Dr Chumley sets off to find Elwood, he says he wants to see how Ellwood ‘looks’ when he talks with Harvey.  There may be a curiosity here, I think, more than just a clinical prerogative; owing to the hat and its implications—whether or not Dr Chumley yet recognizes it as such.   Veta Louisa remarks to Dr Chumley that ‘they tell each other everything.’  Again, I had to wonder, has she been told this by Elwood, or does she somehow sense this from Elwood’s interactions with the invisible pookah?

 The next fairy moment in the scene happens after Mrs Chumley, curious, asks Wilson “What’s a pookah?”  Wilson; the hot-tempered attendant at the sanitarium—says he doesn’t know.  Curious, she picks up a large dictionary’ and looks the word up, but before she can read the entry, she realizes they are late for their cocktail party, puts the dictionary down_ and leaves.  Wilson, also curious, picks it up, and reads the entry:

 “… from old Celtic mythology; a fairy spirit in animal form, always very large.  The pookah appears here and there, now and then, to this one, and that one.  A benign, mischievous creature very fond of rum pots, crack pots and how are you Mr Wilson?”

Shocked by the unexpected address, Wilson looks around, shakes the dictionary, repeats “How are you, Mr Wilson?  Who in the encyclopedia wants to know?” and throws the book down.  He tries to tell Dr Chumley about what has just happened, but the doctor is in too much of a hurry to go and round-up Elwood, and they leave together.

The next fairy moment occurs at the Dowd house.  Elwood comes in, bringing home a portrait of himself and Harvey!  How did the artist know what to paint?  Artists are often said to be gifted with preternatural sight, or with having visions and being able to ‘see’ things other people cannot see.  While a too-generalizing stereotype, could the very existence of the painting indicate that the artist may have had some intuition or imaginary experience that allowed him or her to depict Harvey in a way satisfactory to Elwood?  From a naturalistic point of view, Elwood may simply have described Harvey and, not ever having ‘seen’ him himself, except in his own imagination, accepts the portrait as a good depiction of his best friend.  However, given Harvey’s reality, and being a pookah, I tend toward the former explanation.  After all, it is said that the pookah can be seen only by those who believe in his existence; and perhaps the artist is one such person?

Dr Sanderson and Miss Kelly, accompanied by an angry Wilson, eventually find Elwood at Charlie’s, apparently soon after Dr Chumley has left.  They attempt to get him to tell them where the doctor is; to which Elwood avers that he doesn’t know.  Elwood, seeming unconcerned with the whereabouts of the head psychiatrist, relates that while Dr Chumley was “somewhat frightened of Harvey at first,” that his fear turned to admiration ‘after a while.’  He then explains why he didn’t know where Dr Chumley was, as he had stepped up to the bar, and when he got back to the booth both Chumley and Harvey were gone.  They left together.   This is the trailhead of Dr Chumley’s journey into Faërie; having opened to the strangeness surrounding Harvey to leave with him!  Did he have a ‘fairy moment’ in that booth with the big, invisible white rabbit?  Is he now being fairy-touched, walking around somewhere, we can assume, with Harvey?  The end of the story would seem to indicate that he is! 

When Elwood explains that Dr Crumley left with Harvey, however, Wilson becomes infuriated, thinking that Elwood has harmed or even killed Dr Crumley.  Wilson goes to get the police, leaving Dr Sanderson and nurse Kelly together with Elwood at the bar.  They are both in a state of near enchantment as they talk with Elwood; a plausible effect of being in the aura of a fairy-touched person.  Elwood then does his usual ‘magic’ on others, here prompting Sanderson and Kelly to begin dancing together; which closes the breach that had opened between them after Dr Sanderson was dismissed from Chumley’s employee.  Here is another positive moment of Elwood’s fairy-influence on others; he often leaves the people with whom he interacts better off than when he met them.  As they dance and re-affirm their affection for one another, however, Elwood calmly gets up and leaves.

Seeing him leave, Sanderson and Nurse Kelly follow him out into the alley, where he tells them how he met Harvey; a story that has deep fairy resonance!  Elwood says he was helping an inebriated friend get into a cab, when he saw this strange humanoid rabbit standing by a lamppost.  Ellwood says he suggested the name “Harvey’ to the pookah, who then agreed that it was, actually, his name.  Naming a fairy friend, when the name is accepted by the fairy, is something which may bind the mortal to the immortal being.  After this they decided to go home together.  Harvey has been Elwood’s boon companion ever since.  It is during this discussion that Dr Sanderson says (admits?) to Elwood: “You know, Dowd, we all misplace reality, sooner or later.”  To which Elwood responds: “Well, I've wrestled with reality for 35 years, Doctor, and I'm happy to state, I finally won out over it.”  I was struck by Sanderson’s generalization; not ‘some people’ but “we all misplace reality.”  I would have liked to ask him what he meant by phrasing it that way_ or was he now a bit fairy-touched as well?

This story resonates with so many others in fairy lore of mortals meeting fairies and being befriended by them.  Elwood avers that he ‘doesn’t have much time;’ another characteristic feeling of those who have been fairy-touched, as they are partially outside normal time.  At another point in the film, it is said of Elwood that ‘all he cares about is that rabbit,’ which admits our normal over-emphasis on ‘this world’ and its pretensions and obligations – which the fairy-touched can in part leave go of.  Elwood also alludes to the enchantment others have experienced surrounding an experience of Harvey; how when they go into a bar together people turn to him and tell him their stories – “golden moments” to be remembered – “we enter as strangers” and after a while they become friends.  He admits that after meeting Harvey, “the same people seldom come back,” though a few do.  Those who do are no doubt more open than those who don’t to Other-Realities and people whose views and beliefs are different from their own.  Such people do not flee from or seek to avoid contact with the strangeness that is actually all around us, all the time, if we could but have eyes to see it.

This all builds up to the final scenes at the sanitarium which bring the fairy nature of this story to fruition.  Soon after the scene in the alley at the bar, we see Dr Chumley walking excitedly back to his institution, urgently demanding that Shimelplatzer open the gate for him.  He is agitated, letting out to the gatekeeper that he is being followed! “By whom?” Shimelplatzer asks.  “None of your business,” the doctor replies, trying to hold his composure intact in front of one of his employees.  We know, of course, that he had found Elwood at Charlie’s and apparently ‘met’ Harvey, then left with him.

Dr Chumley is clearly spooked and, upon entering the sanitarium, looks back to see if he can see who is following him.  Which he can’t, of course, because it’s Harvey!  After shutting the front door, he goes into his own office, locks the door_ and then is frightened by witnessing the door opening, without being unlocked.  This is another physical manifestation indicating Harvey’s reality.  Startled and in awe, he flees via the window, setting off the ‘escaped inmate’ alarm.

Outside, Sanderson, Kelly and Wilson have returned with Elwood in their ‘custody.’   They meet the frightened Chumley, who quickly recovers his poise and avers that ‘nothing is wrong,’ walking very quickly back into the rest home, telling the others he is going to his office.  But he can’t get in_ the door is locked!  So_ Harvey opened the door without unlocking it!?  [Like Marley in A Christmas Carol; another true fairy story—when he comes to visit Scrooge!]  Wilson – who has gone around to reconnoiter the grounds, unlocks the doctor’s office door from within, having come in through the window through which Chumley had escaped.

When Elwood is brought in, Dr Chumley immediately takes him into his office for a ‘private conversation.’  And here we reach the consummation of all the fairy moments; with the doctor asking Elwood questions, and Elwood telling the doctor anything he wants to know.   The exchange that ensued sent a chill down my back!

[Dr C:] “Mr Dowd, what kind of a man are you? … Where did you come from?” 
“Where on this tired old Earth did you find a thing like _ like_ him?” 
[Elwood:] “You mean Harvey, the pookah?” 
[Dr C:] “Yes, it’s true, those things you told me tonight. I know it now.”

Elwood then tells Dr Chumley about Harvey’s various fairy ‘talents.’  He affirms that Harvey can predict things that will happen – which they do – and then how the pookah can “stop time.”  Dr Chumley’s asks what this particular ‘power’ entails, to which Elwood says:

 “Harvey can look at your clock and stop it, and you can go anywhere you like, with anyone you like, and stay as long as you like, and when you get back, not one minute will have ticked by.”

This is a very clear description of going into fairyland and returning to ‘this world.’  Elwood states this ‘matter-of-factly,’ indicating that hey have both slipped into the edgewoods of Faërie at this point.  Dr Chumley responds – elated, feeling liberated in these revelations:

“Fly specks!  Fly specks!  I’ve been spending my life among fly specks, while miracles have been leaning on lampposts at 18th and Fairfax.”

Dr Chumley’s queries whether Elwood has ever tried the offer time stop, to which Elwood says he has not, as he is happy where he is in his life.  Dr Chumley,  however, has a desire of his own, which he reveals – lying down upon a patient’s couch as if he is the one being analyzed! – of going to a camp outside Akron Ohio with a young, strange, quiet woman, each of these adjectives being characteristic of fairy women and princesses.  He wants to tell her all those things he never tells anyone else, and hear her say, “poor man.”  He needs a confessor!  He asks Elwood if Harvey might do this for him, to which Elwood replies that Harvey would have to say.  He would not speak for his friend; and while this is a common courtesy for many people, in fairy-lore one should never demand that a fairy friend or associate do such-and-such; but should always ask, politely.  To insult or upset a fairy can bring out their mischievous side and their playful tricksiness!

            Another fairy moment occurs when Veta Louise, Myrtle Mae and Judge Gaffney arrive at the sanitarium.  Veta says, on entering the reception area, “Oh good, nobody here but people.”  Might this also suggest that perhaps she can sense Harvey when he’s around!?

            The way of the world is always to make people as normal as possible; to force if not simply encourage them to conform so as to keep the illusion of normalcy from being shaken or broken.  This motif plays out in Dr Sanderson having a serum – called Formula 977 – that will return Elwood to ‘normalized reality.’  Elwood considers it, but doesn’t want it, as this serum, he realizes, would deprive him of his best friend; whom we know is no mere delusion.  Nevertheless, he agrees to the shot when he realizes his sister wants him to have it.  Elwood goes with Dr Sanderson and Nurse Kelly into his office for the procedure.  This now brings the story to—

The Eucatastrophe -- The Taxi Driver (Ellis Logfren)

            The taxi driver who brought Veta Louise, Myrtle Mea and the judge to the sanitarium, enters and requests to be paid.  The judge reaches for his wallet, but apparently doesn’t have it on him!  He can only believe he must have forgot it at home in his rush?  Veta Louisa then checks her purse, only to ‘realize’ that her coin purse isn’t there.  She assures Lofgren that her brother can pay him.  Elwood is brought out of Sanderson’s office – not yet having been given the shot – and makes his usual friendly acquaintance with the taxi driver; learning his name and the fact that he and his brother are both taxi drivers.  Elwood pays him, tips him well and then invites him and his brother to come to dinner the next evening, to which the driver agrees heartily.  These are now at least the 3rd and 4th invitees to that dinner!

            After Elwood goes back in to Dr Sanderson’s office for the shot, Lofgren says, in response to Vita Louise’s explanation that Elwood is there for Dr Sanderson’s serum:

“Listen lady, I’ve been driving this route for 15 years.  I brought them out to get that stuff and I drove them home after they had it.  It changes them.”

When Veta Louise replies with aloof self-confidence, “Well, I certainly hope so,” Lofgren then gives a vivid and cautionary comparison of how such people were, before and after the shot.  Before, they were kind, observant, conversant and they tipped well.  “Afterwards,” he says, “they crab at me.    They scream at me to hurry.  They have no faith in me and my buggey.”  He then surmises, “After this he’s going to be a perfectly normal human being—and you know what stinkers they are!”

            Veta Louisa is shocked out of her confidence by the revelation of Elwood becoming simply ‘normal,’ exclaiming “but I don’t like people like that!” _rushing to Dr Sanderson’s door, pounding on it, calling for Elwood to come out!  Judge Gaffney, not knowing what to make of her sudden reversal of intention, grabs Veta and says, “You don’t know what you want.  You didn’t want that rabbit, and then_”  To which Veta Louise replies, strongly, “what’s wrong with Harvey?”

            Out of love for her brother – as he is – Veta seems to have come to a reconciliation with Harvey’s existence in their lives, and doesn’t want her brother changed irrevocably into something merely ‘normal.’  She avers that if she and Myrtle Mae and Elwood consent to live with a pookah, what could be wrong with that?  This is a complete turn for her from her earlier stance at the beginning of the story, her awareness having been suddenly broken open by the taxi driver’s revelation.  She is taking-in and accepting the possibility of things she would not have formerly embraced!  While open-mindedness and the broadening of one’s horizons – which usually results in a diminishing of one’s prejudices – is a virtue for any human being to aspire toward, here it is clearly inspired by someone who is now is or is becoming fairy-touched.

            Elwood is released and they all get ready to go home.  Myrtle Mae and Wilson have been standing together during the eucatastrophic scene, obviously enamoured of each other, and when Elwood invites him to the house for dinner, Wilson – who has apparently also undergone some degree of change-of-heart – accepts and says he will ‘be there.’    I thought a lot about his response and Vita Louise’s change of heart after the movie was over, and came to see in them a deepening of tolerance for_ and acceptance of_ those who are not ‘like us;’ whoever the ‘us’ would be.  

            Before they leave, Veta checks her purse and, finding her coin purse, has another moment of revelation.  Realizing what may have really happened – she whispers, astonished, “Harvey!”  Her and Judge Gaffney have each experienced a fairy moment; another physical manifestation brought about by Harvey—making it seem that neither of them had the money with which to pay Lofgren.  If they had paid him, Ellwood would never have been brought out and Lofgren would probably not have been prompted to explain what the ‘serum’ does to its recipients.  Thus, no eucatastrophe.  Whether the judge’s wallet and Veta Mae’s coin purse were actually disappeared or whether they were simply made invisible like the pookah himself, each of them experienced a strangeness connected with Faërie breaking into our world.

            As they leave, there is another physical manifestation of Harvey’s presence: we see the swing moving as if someone is on it.  Elwood greets Harvey, who is sitting on the swing.  He apparently says that he is going to stay with Dr Chumley; a sad moment—though Elwood accepts that if this is what Harvey wants, he wants it, too.  Before he left the porch, I realized there was a full Moon shining in the night sky behind Elwood (As there is tonight, as I write this!).

            Elwood leaves, aloned, walking down toward the gate.  One has to wonder whether Dr Chumley got his trip to Akron, as he would have returned no more than a moment after he left.  Harvey may have done it for the doctor and then decided he would rather be with Elwood as his long-term friend.  Imagine Chumley in Akron Ohio, at a camp out in the woods, with a beautiful fairy-woman as his confessor!  What healing might that have effected in the doctor’s soul?  I find it interesting that he wanted to tell this woman – while spending two weeks with her in what would be but a moment in the Primary World – things he had not told anyone else.  This is like what Vita Louise said to Dr Sanderson when she confessed to having ‘seen’ Harvey.  Who among us doesn’t have things that they might sometime be redeemed of by honest confession in confidence with another person?

            After Elwood passes out through the gate, we get one last physical manifestation of Harvey’s presence; we see the switch-handle moving, the gate opening, and Elwood turning and greeting Harvey, who apparently says he prefers Elwood’s company, Elwood returning the compliment.  They walk out together, heading for a bus-stop, as the Judge, confusticated by Veta Louise’s change of mind after all she had put him through that day, had earlier taken the taxi home, leaving them to find their own way.

So for all of these reasons, I say this is a true fairy story; and not just because it has a pookah in it as a main character.  It is a tale about the disruption of the normal by a preternatural existent; a fairy, specifically!  It is a story about a man who has been befriended by a Pookah – called a “nature spirit” in the film – and who is his willing companion in life.  This is all so very fairy!  Mortals and fairies becoming friends is a long-standing theme in the lore!  Elwood is in effect living partly in Faërie; that world having come to overlap the boundaries of ‘the normal’ – the accepted ordinary reality – in Elwood’s natural realm, transfiguring it, liberating Elwood in a strange way from subservience to ordinary ‘normalcy’ and the constriction of the mortal spirit by strictures that do not facilitate genuine self-realization.  Elwood now acts according to the fairy ideals of CompassionGenerosityHospitality (like Nicholas in my Legend story[7]) because he is fairy-touched, and treats all people as people, rather than under the blinding rubric of “those people” vs “us.”  He invited an ex-con, a taxi driver and his brother, a doctor or two, and a nurse to dinner—and possibly more people.  Imagine that!

                    What an ‘Alice’ (i.e., “in Wonderland”) dinner that might be![8]

           I felt, at the end of the story, that Veta Louise and Myrtle Mae would now become more accepting of Elwood and Harvey, and treat them better, too, growing into a deeper appreciation of them and who they are.  That next night, when the invitees showed up, I believe, they would no doubt have had a wonderful evening together.  After their acceptance of the Pookah in their lives, Veta Louise and Myrtle Mae might well gather to themselves better – and more interesting – friends than those stuffy women of the ‘Society Club’ who were there at the beginning.  [Not to say that those women could not come under fairy-influence as well and be loosed of their societally-inculcated bonds).  That would be a real fairy ending!   This film is urging us that people can learn to respect and accept one another.

            I imagined an ending to the movie (which wasn’t filmed) with everyone at the Dowd House; people from various walks of life—being brought together and under the influence of Faërie!  Wouldn’t that be wonderful!  I also imagined that Veta Louise and Myrtle Mae need not be so concerned about her ‘coming out’ in society and finding a husband, as she and Wilson have hit-it-off.  As Wilson is invited to the dinner, I imagine him sitting with Myrtle Mae, perhaps hearing the stories – glad, sad or traumatic – of the other people at the table, Harvey’s presence making it a safe place for such deep communion between strangers to be possible.  My hope is that Wilson would become fairy-touched along with the rest of the staff from Chumley’s Rest Home who are present at the dinner – including Dr Chumley; and that in future he may have a more compassionate, accepting way of treating those committed to the institution.

             Perhaps this is but a fairy-dream; and this film but a fairy fiction—yet I aver it is one worth dreaming.  Because in Dreams such as this we may see the things that could well inspire us to live a better life and help inspire others toward a better life as well.

 So mote it be.  Amen.

 

finis

 


[1] Quote found on the website: https://www.irishamerica.com/2016/10/mary-chase-the-woman-behind-harvey/ referencing an interview “toward the end of her life” in Toronto for the CBC.

[2] Eostre is the name given to the first Full Moon after the Vernal Equinox.  She was an Anglo-Saxon goddess of the Vernaltides, feasts and celebrations being held during March – called Eosturmonath.  In the Paganism to which I was introduced in the 1970’s she is associated with the pookah, who is her ‘companion’ and consort during the Vernal Equinox celebrations.  If you want to know more about the Pookah, see my blog “Drumming up the Pookah” (25 March 24)

[3] Faërie – (pronounced “Fay-er-ie) = “the place and the practice, the essential quality, of enchantment.” (23, Fleger, 2002)  And also, in Verlyn Fleger’s  A Question of Time: J R R Tolkien;s Road to Faërie (1997):  “He called it Faërie, by which he meant both a spell cast and the altered and chanted state the spell produced.” (p. 2)

[4] This is almost my height, though I am not a rabbit.

[5] Tolkien’s primary example of a dyscatastrophe is the story of Beowulf, whose final confrontation with a monster could not be avoided, and yet could not be survived.  Tolkien’s translation is engaging and well-worth the read.

[6] Later, at Charlie’s, Wilson laments, after they realize that Dr Chumley’s location cannot be determined for the last four hours since he was last seen, “Poor Dr Chumley may be layin’ in an alley in a pool of blood.”

[7] “The Legend of Nicholas and the Elves” – a version of which published as the centerpiece of Heart and Hearth (2008) and another, longer version which I hope to publish as a separate ‘novella.’

[8] The allusions to – and resonances with – Lewis Carroll’s Alice stories are hard to miss in this film.

Sunday, February 2, 2025

Fantasy and the Faeryfolk (1 February 2025)

[Originally 1 September 2019; revised and expanded]

“Fantasy is a natural human activity.  It certainly does not destroy or even insult reason; and it does not either blunt the appetite for, nor obscure the perception of, scientific verity.  On the contrary.  The keener and the clearer is the reason, the better fantasy will it make.” (370)

- J. R. R. Tolkien “On Fairy Stories” in 

Tales from the Perilous Realm (2008)

I have been asked a number of times over the years why Fairies and the Fairy-otherworld so often appear in the poems and stories that I write.  Any response to that question cannot help but stir the cauldron of deep memory, tapping into (1) my early engagement with Neo-Pagan spirituality in the 1970’s and then (2) the touchstones and runes of my own development as a poet-mystic and an earthen naturalist through the 1980’s and into the 90’s.  This blog arises out of the confluence of these two streams in my spiritual and poetic development, driven by the runic question, “Am I one the Way to Wisdom?”

I want to explore the role of Fairies in my creative work by presenting a few of the traditional themes of Fairy lore that have inspired me over the years, and what they have meant for my poetics and aesthetic faith in life-itself.  For this to come to fruition, I will first explore the nature of Fantasy, for the Fairy world comes to presence though the marvelous wordings and worldings of that ‘genre’ – that state of mind; that praxis – making possible the fairy-touched Mind and Heart.

A note on terminology: When I refer to my own experience and to how I learned about the Faery world in my adolescence, I will tend to use to the “ae” spelling.  When I am referring to historical and literary Fairy lore, I will use the “ai” spelling.  I will always capitalize “Faery” and “Fairy” in this blog out of respect for them; however they may ‘exist’_ or ‘not.’

Simply put, fantasy is a mode of the Creative Imagination; by the use of which we engage in making things ‘appear’ that are not ‘here’ in our ‘normal’ – that is, normalized and normalizing – everyday worlds.  To engage in fantasy is to imagine and then experience ‘another world;’ entering into it in any number of ways; poetic and aesthetic, intellectual, intuitive and sensual—in any combination.  A fantasy world, so imagined, is different from our ordinary lived-in worlds, but capable of speaking to our lives in potentially significant ways; from over the hills and (sometimes, not so) far away.  Those fantasy stories and worlds to which we tend to return, over and over again, are those that have spoken to us; existentially and spiritually, metaphorically and by way of analogy.  When we read a fantasy story or watch a fantasy film or play, we are presented with possible gateways into alternate realities that may act to mirror our own here-and-now; showing us things we have not before seen.

Fantasy thus has the potential to contribute to a widening perspective on the world, leading to a better -- i.e., wisening -- understanding of ourselves and others.  To encounter otherworldly beings; to be imaginatively in their company—has the potential to open the doors of perception.  To imaginatively travel and adventure with them may help us to delve a deeper, more compassionate well of understanding with regard to ourselves and others.  In fantasy, the horizons of our consciousness are expanded, as we experience other worlds and their inhabitants.  Returning home, the practice of fantasy may therefore help us toward an openness – and love of – otherness in the actual world.

The ordinary rounds of our life will never seem quite so narrow once we are practiced at fantasy; which provides us with pathways by which to step out of the often narrow confines set for us by our socialization and that are often enforced by those with the power to define them as ‘normal.’  While this liberation through particular flights of fantasy is temporary, the practice of fantasy can create an Innerland; our Imagination's Realm--which persists and underlies our day-to-day consciousness even when not engaged in fantasy.  Having such an Innerland can be inspiring, sustaining and empowering.

An old friend of mine used to say that fantasy is like rising, flying or being lifted by Inspiration up above the trees of a Great Forest and from there – from that new vantage point – seeing broader, often far-off horizons within which a life could be lived more fully; more humanely--differently than we have heretofore lived.  The ‘Forest’ in this simile represents our actual world and then those worlds – cultural, social and historical – that establish the very horizons into which we are thrown by being born.  While ‘good’ in an ordinary sense; grounding us in practical ways of living while orienting us to our culture’s rules and parameters, these circumscribed horizons can and often can be transcended as we grow and mature; as they are merely ‘ours’ – if we are to achieve a wider, deeper, broader perspective for living these brief lives with which we are gifted. [1]

For me, the Faeryfolk have been a long-standing and important element of authentic fantasy.  My fascination with Fairies no doubt arose from my first introduction to their lore during my teenage years.  That period of time was a positive influence in my spiritual, mystical and imaginative development.  There was a definite dimension of Faery mysticism in the way in which we celebrated the seasons of the Earth, communed with Nature, practiced the Arts & Craefts and engaged with the ‘spirit world.’  An entry in Doreen Valiente’s An ABC of Witchcraft: Past and Present (1973) – a book I read and loved reading – contained some of my earliest touchstones of Faërie.  I remember underlining these two sentences in my first copy of the book:

“The Realm of Faërie is often conceived of as being a beautiful but uncanny place which is underground, actually in the earth.” (120)

“[T]hey had two characteristics which their Celtic neighbors found strange and disconcerting.  They were people of the night, who would move and work in darkness, or by moonlight; and they preferred to wear little or no clothing, or the least that the climate would permit.” (118)

Such ideas were among the earliest intimations I had of a Faery-poetics.  My aesthetic and spiritual fascination with the night, and with darkness and the Moon was surely encouraged by such texts.  As anyone who has read my blogs knows, I am one who loves walking in the night and being out under the Moon's gaze, reveling in her light!

Later, in my early to mid-twenties, my reading of 19th century British and Irish literatures deepened my understanding of the Fairies, and expanded my comprehension of the themes, customs, and narrative motifs associated with them.  Reading W. B Yeats’ The Celtic Twilight (1905) and Lady Gregory’s Gods and Fighting Men, for instance, drew me into the realms of Celtic myth and legend, in which was bodied-forth many elements of Fairy folklore.

I was deeply drawn to Celtic spirituality, mysticism and mythology in the 1990’s, and found the stories of Fairies to be integral to Celtic myth and legend.  The Fairies always seemed to ‘be there,’ whether present in the story or not, and I often found myself ‘Faery-haunted;’ albeit in an imaginative and poetic, rather than ‘superstitious,’ sense—whenever engaged with Celtic Faery stories.

As I learned more about the Fairies, it became apparent that they were (and are) associated with the Moon, which is referred to in Fairy lore as “the Sun at Night,” and “The Lamp of the Faeryfolk.”  The Moon is often a presiding ‘deity’ as well as a natural influence in much Fairy lore.  Under the inspiration of the Moon, I have often experienced a ‘flight of fantasy,’ imagining things that are beyond the usual scope of our lived-experience and that travel me into other-worlds; other 'places' – refreshing the soul and the mind in potentially revelatory scenes and vistas; great olde forests and majestic mountains, and many other scenes. 

Fairy fantasy allows us to step back from the ordinary world in which we live, day-to-day, and find time for resourcement in refreshing dreams.  This is a kind of escape that has the potential to revitalize one's whole being, without having needed to abandon our ordinary lives.  An ‘escape’ into Fantasy and the Fairy otherworld is not a desertion of the actual world.  Rather it involves going on an imaginative  journey,’ ‘adventure’ or ‘quest,’ from which we eventually return to face another day [2].  We may come home from a Fairy-fantasy with hope renewed to some degree; inspired by the fantastic experiences we have had – with a sense that we might be able to change and live a better, wiser life; one mirroring the fantastic, even if only in minute ways, at first; working to make our day-to-day existence a more humane place to be—for ourselves and others.  

That Fairies are often ‘hidden’ and yet ‘present’ in one’s ordinary timespace is a primary aspect connecting them to Mystery; i.e., all that is beyond our cognitive and existential ‘reach’ in Earth & Cosmos.  This theme intrigued me from the first time I first became aware of it!  The Fairyfolk were said to live in caves, under lakes, behind waterfalls and in the great earthen mounds scattered across the various Celtic landscapes; these iconic places emerging in our dreaming under the influence of a Fairy fantasy.  The Fairyfolk cannot normally be plainly seen; there is a sense of mysterious presence in their being near us—'known’ to us or ‘not.’  They might be – and are often said to be – ‘right beside us,’ in a world just ‘beyond’ what is invisible to most of us_ most of the time.

By the time I was in my thirties I was beginning to write poems and stories employing what had evolved into a ‘Fairy poetics’ over the years.  I was exploring the mysteriousness of the Fairy world via symbols, icons, metaphors and themes drawn from their lore.  I pondered the nature of their existence, studying various theories as to their reality; the primary quest concerning whether there was anything 'real' beyond our creative imaginings of the Fairies—for instance, that they might be a memory of some historical people?  Some writers have suggested that they might be the earliest human inhabitants of what are now Ireland, Scotland, Wales and England, and I allow that there may be some historical basis to this idea; though it is quite scant.

I was introduced to the Faeryfolk, however, under this idea; the euhemerist hypothesis as it is called by historical scholars and folklorists—that the Faeries were a mythologized memory of the prehistoric peoples of the lands later inhabited by Celts, then the Anglo-Saxons and finally by the Norman invaders of Britain.  Suggesting this, the Old Irish myths contain a story that the Fairyfolk made an agreement with the first incomers – i.e., the Celts in the Iron Age [3] – to live ‘beyond the sídhe (pronounced “shay”), while the Celts settled and occupied the above ground world; the ordinary, naturalistic world in which we all live and have our dwelling.  In the myths it is Amairgin – the Poet of the people called the Milesians; the first ‘invaders’ of Ireland – who strikes this deal with the indigenous inhabitants.  I long pondered whether this story could be a trace-memory of that early time; a myth that ‘remembers’ an ‘event’ of the past?  Or perhaps, as I later accepted, it is the ur-story; an archaic ‘origins myth’ – of the Fairyfolk.

As I studied Irish mythology I became familiar with the Old Irish name for them: Sluagh-Sídhe (pronounced “slew-ah-shay;”) which means “People of the Sídhe; (i.e., ‘mounds and hillocks, etc., in which they were said to live).  In Ireland they were often associated – if not identified – with the Tuatha Dé Danaan (pronounced “too-ha jay don-awn”), which means “People of the Goddess Danu;” She being one of the “All-Mother” figures in the Irish myths; i.e., “The Great Goddess.”   These mythic peoples – those granted the underground realm as their home by Amairgin – are said to have been of slightly smaller stature than the people amongst whom they lived, but definitely ‘small humanoid’ peoples; not ‘insect sized’ and able to hide under flowers in the garden! [4]   Of this ‘reduction in size’ theme that is so prominent in the Fairy stories of the last couple centuries, Caitlín & John Matthews lamented, in their Encyclopedia of Celtic Wisdom (1994), that:

The name ‘Faery’ has acquired unfortunate connotations, evoking images of butterfly winged and saccharine creatures slightly bigger than insects.  If we are to have any understanding of the people of the sídhe in Celtic tradition, we must erase such connotations and understand that they have a far greater stature and power than we can conceive.  Immortal, able to pass between the worlds at will, with resources that seem magical to humans, they appear as major protagonists in Celtic tradition, both then and now.” (388)

The Matthews here touch upon a number of key elements in the lore, opening us to mystery and strange experience.  First, that the Fairyfolk are “immortal” and, secondly, that they have magical abilities.  These elements were among the many facets of the Faery-faith as I was first introduced to it.  The sum of this is that to experience the Fairyfolk is to encounter – and be encountered by – something more than our own kind of being; which as such will inspire both wonder and awe in our mortal souls.

The Sluagh-Sídhe are one fictional, imaginative cypher for what is beyond what we comprehend and understand as the mortal animals that we are.  They stand for what transcends what we have discovered – via the arts and sciences – about Earth & Cosmos and ourselves as a manifestation of the physical processes of Nature.  When Faery appear in a story or poem I’ve read or written, it usually leads to an epiphanic experience; those sudden moments of being lifted ‘out of ourselves’ or into a ‘higher’ understanding, if only – usually – for a twinkling of time; after which we return to our actual worlds, somewhat wisened or at least a bit more 'awake,' spiritually and existentially.  Their presence in our creative dreaming points to the limits even of the imagination!  Fantasy paves the way to the Fairy-world.  Their presence in a story may ignite us into moments of vivid self-transcendence.

Whether or not the Fairyfolk are a memory of actual historical peoples, the lore that has come to surround them has heft and girth, pointing as it does to the unknown and (probably, in the final analysis) unknowable in Earth & Cosmos.  Some of the themes that have inspired my poetic thinking and expression over the years are grounded in the mythic ‘fact’ of their living in an ‘otherworld’ into which humans can pass and sometimes return from, by stepping on a “stray sod” [5] or passing through a “thin place” between our world and theirs.[6]  Dwelling in hillsides and under mounds, in tunnels [7] and caves, as well as at stone circles, crossroads, sacred springs and wells, the Sluagh-Sídhe are found to exist in a world parallel to our own, into which we may sometimes ‘see’ and even have experiences, especially at the end-of-year harvest festival of Samhain (31 October; pronounced “sow-en”), when the veil between the worlds becomes ‘thin’ for a night. [8]

This crossing-over and back between worlds – the Fairies coming into our world; and we possibly stepping into theirs in waking fantasy – can and does happen at any time of the year.  When Fairies are nearby -- stories, myths and legends indicate -- mortals may get a sense of their presence experienced as that primal ‘eerie-ness’ or ‘uncanniness’ so often still found expressed in our gothic and ghost lore.  I knew that feeling by the time I was 12, and still experience it today in the presence of the Mysterious; whether expressed as a Fairy encounter or as a ‘divine’ encounter—both being poetic and imaginative ways of metaphoring strange-experiences carrying us beyond the ordinary realm. 

Other poetic themes that have inspired me include the fact of the Fairies having special trees and crags, groves and other places that are sacred to them, and at which they may occasionally be encountered.  Of their sacred trees, Dairmuid Mac Manus noted, in his classic book, Irish Earth Folk (1959), that “The Fairy folk are quite discriminating in their choice of trees, and the site of each tree is an important matter.” (48)  The lore almost universally bears witness to their deep love trees and sylvan places.  They favor Oak, Ash, and Thorn trees, the Rowan and the Hazelnut; the latter being featured in those mysterious tales of haunted pools where sacred salmon lived under the overhanging boughs of a magical Hazelnut Tree.  At such a pool, one could gather the sacred Hazelnuts of Wisdom!   Regarding both the Hazelnut and the Blackthorn – another favorite of the Faery – Dairmuid Mac Manus said:

“The Hazel, one of the most important of all, goes back in Irish mythology to an honoured place in the dim mists of the past.  Then the hazel nut was the repository of all knowledge, as was the apple in Eden.  No wonder the ancient gods and the spirits of today are reputed to revere and care for it.  Of the other trees, Fairies do well in cherishing the Blackthorn, for it is one of the loveliest trees in the Irish countryside, especially in early spring when its masses of bright, white flowers contrast so strongly with its leafless black twigs; and the toughness of its branches is proverbial.” (46-47)

 Trees have long been respected and protected in countries of Celtic ancestry in part because they were sacred to the Fairyfolk.  This tradition still survives today.  Strange encounters were often had at trees that were ‘Fairy-haunted,’ for good or ill.  

Fairies were sometimes called “the Gentle Folk” or "the Gentry" as a term of respect and dignity.  They were – and are – known to be able to be great friends to those mortals befriended by them, though, if crossed, they could be quite nasty; playing tricks on those who offended them—all such antics aiming, however, at calling attention to how they had been misused or betrayed.  The resolution of this tricksiness is a recompense being ‘paid’ – symbolically or literally – in order to re-establish a just relationship with their friends on this side of the sidhe.

Another key theme in the folklore of the Fairyfolk that made them at home in my Creative Imagination is their close association with music.  They are said to be expert musicians and singers, the harp and later the fiddle being their favorites, though they play a wide variety of instruments.  Their presence is often associated with a mystical music; the coel-sidhe – (“kay-ole-shay;” the “music of the sidhe").  Tom Cowan said of the role of music in Fairy-lore, in his fascinating book Fire in the Head (1993), that:

“For the Celts, both Pagan and Christian, the encounter with faerie is often heralded by ethereal music, usually described as “the most beautiful music” ever heard, or “like no human music.”  Indeed, sweet Fairy music is an essential component of the Otherworld.  It can lull mortals into an enchanted sleep or a shamanic state of consciousness.  …  the music is often heard on lonely roads, late at night, or in the forests, emerging from the Hollow Hills or from deep within the earth.” (72)

It is the coel-sidhe that I was suggesting the characters in my story “Foundations at Ross Falls (20 March 1997) heard, [9] while leaving a rustic waterfall at night; though in the story the characters think the music sounds like that of monks chanting an office in Latin down at the base of the secluded, lonesome waterfall.  Another story of an encounter with a Fairy band by mortals is in my book Tales from the Seasons, and is called “The Elfin Tree Porch” (pp. 388-402).

One old Fairy theme that has long haunted me is that of a mortal being carried away into the otherworld and kept in thrall to one of the Fairyfolk – e.g., often a Faery Queen or Princess – and then, after a time, being returned to this world, perhaps with magical powers or creative gifts; enabled by their encounter in Faërie to become great poets, healers or wise advisors to their communities. [10]   This theme is expressive of the transformational nature of a Fairy encounter.  Stories with this theme were said to explain the origin of the genius and creativity of a particular musician or poet – e.g. Thomas the Rhymer – who were thereafter said to be ‘Fairy Gifted.’  Tom Cowan (1993) tells the story of this poet and his experience, saying:

“One day a young poet and harper named Thomas was sitting under the Eildon tree when a beautiful woman rode up on horseback.  She was the Queen of Elfland, and She enchanted Thomas with her beauty, luring him into the Faery Realm where he remained for seven years, enjoying her sexual favours but always longing to return to mortal life.  In time she released him and he returned to ordinary reality, but the queen’s farewell to him was a gift that would render him forever a stranger among mortals: the inability to speak anything but the truth.  For the rest of his life Thomas the Rhymer lived with the burden of truth; he could neither utter a falsehood, nor overlook deception.” (73)

Being transported into the Fairy-realm may also have an element of testing to it; the Fairies seeking to determine if you are worthy of such a calling as Poet, Mystic, Magician, Druid, et cetera.

For myself, such tales played into my evolving experience of “The Muse;” [11] i.e., the ‘source of inspiration and creativity’ in us—and the poetics that have been generated out of that experience.  The ‘Faery Queen’ in such stories as the one above I always see as a metaphor for this ‘source.’  She ‘abducts’ us; most usually on Moonlit nights—and then returns us to the mortal world more inspired than we were before we were ‘abducted.’  The ‘abduction’ here is a metaphor for ascent into fantasy and the broadening of one’s vision of Faerie characteristic of such a state of self-transcendence.

Many of the story elements that resonate with me most in Fairy-lore allude to the processes and experiences of entering a creative state and therein being inspired.  That you can step on a ‘stray sod’ and slip into the Fairy-world metaphors my experience of wakening into an imaginative state of mind and then – by way of poetic belief; which is a function of being actively engaged in fantasy – being inspired to write and compose something with that ‘weird’ quality to it that is so characteristic of Fairy-touched arts and craefts.

Fairies are also said to often be encountered in strange, abandoned places—another theme that inspired me when I was young and that keeps me open to the mysteries of our mortal existence.  Places of once-human-habitation that are now lonesome and in various stages of decay, speak to the way of all things in a universe wherein time is determined by entropy – the Second Law of Thermodynamics – and are thus haunted by their past; which is embodied in the present of their decayed state.  They are haunted by the memory of human presence and, by extension, by present ghosts, Fairies and other spectral ‘critters;’ all such beings evanescent of the liminal dimensions of our existence.  Ruins are places passing into non-existence; just as we all are; once-upon-a-time—yet to come.  To encounter Fairies or other mythic beings in a creative fantasy at ruins enables us to explore the presencing of mortality in all that is around us.  I have long found ruins [12] to be among the favorite haunts of Faeries! 

A Fantasy-guided Creative Imagination at-play with any one of these themes will oft be taken to the limits of their known lived-in mindscapes, opening the practiced dreamer-imaginer to fantastic visions, ideals, possibilities and transformative conceptions.  For me, the strangeness that emerges as a story waxes Fairy oft begins with someone saying—

     “I was at x and there was this interesting, strange ‘presence’ there, and …”
     “I found an abandoned house off-trail from where I usually walk, and …”
     “I was looking out my window, and the mist and streetlight made me feel so strange, that …”

All such experiences evoke, for me, what can be called ‘Faery consciousness;’ – a ‘state’ in which I am open(ed) to Mystery; to the mysterious—that which is ‘beyond knowing,’ whether or not we will ever come to understand it.  It is, in naturalistic terms, a neurological, psychological and bio-physical state; though it may have preternatural ‘elements’ as well—grounded in the organic chemistry that makes us what we are as evolved physical and evolving spiritual beings with a deep history in the planetary biosphere.  It is a psychological and emotional ‘mood.’  It is a spiritual state of communion with otherness.  Faery consciousness is that state in which I am imaginatively prone to experiencing the ordinary world as ‘haunted’ by a presence that I best en-word in the kinds of themes discussed above; fantasying my way toward deep awareness of self and others, reconciliation with the Earth & Cosmos, and the discovery of new touchstones of authenticity in my mortal being-in-becoming.  Such consciousness gives rise to a mythic way of speaking about our Fairy experiences that is characterized by Wonder and Awe.

When I am reading or writing a story or poem, and the Fairies make a sudden appearance, I feel lifted out of the ordinary rounds of the day and invited to move toward_ then into_ something extra-ordinary!  Their appearance is a potential moment of wakening to the Wonder and Awe that it is always possible for us as human animals to experience.

Wonder is that grounding state of openness to the what-is; [13] often awakening us – waking us up in the midst of the everyday – in the presence of something beautiful, curious, breath-taking; simply beyond our current comprehension.  That experience of being ‘stopped in our tracks;’ stunned by a beautiful sunset or by the intricacies of a wildflower, a sea star, or the thoughts given rise to by something we have just read or something a friend, lover or mentor has just said, are among the many various impetuses to the state of Wonder.  Awe is a complementary state; more associated with experiences in which there is some threat to our mortal existence.  As Wonder is to the Beautiful, so Awe is to the Sublime.  When caught out in a thunder & lightning storm, for instance – as I have oft been – hiking some woodland trail, one’s consciousness can be transfigured by Awe!  It is a sublime – not simply beautiful – experience.  While there is a certain beauty in the storm, there is also real danger.  It therefore awakens us to the sublime dimension in our reality.  To experience the Fairies via our creative Fantasy and dreaming oft inspires me to- and beyond- the thresholds of both Wonder and Awe.

I have mentioned here only a few of the many interesting and engaging Fantasy themes and ideas – poetic and mystical – associated with the Fairyfolk, some others being stories of “Faery Forts,” “Faery Doctors,” “Faery Paths,” “Faery Islands” and much, much more.  Overall, the folklore of the Fairies constitutes a deep story-world, accessed via fantasy – in which we may participate on a variety of levels; existential, literary, spiritual and mystical.  While the Faeryfolk have been ‘believed in’ for centuries as ‘real, existing’ beings, I have come to relate to them as ‘real imaginary’ beings.  They exist, inhabiting my imagination and coming to the fore when I am telling stories about ‘liminal;’ i.e., ‘border' – experiences.

In almost fifty years I have found no evidence of their existence outside my imagination, beyond the journeying in fantasy that allows me to participate in their liminal reality. Tales of the Fairyfolk are of that fictional mode in which fantasy is at work in our consciousness; transforming us – and as such evoke in me a powerful sense of what lies beyond our comprehension, but which is still weirdly illuminating of our lives in-world.  The Faery World is a Fantasy World, stories about it contributing in many cases to the hope for a better life in this-world wherein suffering and hatred have been diminished – if not transcended, having been eliminated – and where abundance and wellness prevail for all who live there.  As such, it is no wonder that the Faery World is so often conflated with the idea of ‘Paradise.’  Whether the Fairyfolk ‘actually exist’ – outside the Creative Imagination – I leave to others to debate.

Faery Stories and Poems—

Here are a few of the more recent stories and poems at this blog that have Faery themes:

“Patrick and the Faery” (17 March 2018) – in this poem, Saint Patrick and the Faeryfolk are dancing and celebrating the Vernal Equinox together; something they probably would not have done when Patrick was alive.  The idea here is that in the Otherworld we get over our provincialism and narrow-minded conceptions of what it is to be human, holy, etc. – and can embrace those we might have demonized, despised or mistrusted in this life.  Would that we could more often attain to this level of wisdom in this life!

“Old Nicholas at Ross Falls” (6 December 2018) – here Saint Nicholas appears as one of the Faeryfolk as he and his Americanized complement ‘Santa Claus’ often did in the 19th century.  The poem is a visionary fairy fantasy at “Ross Falls” – at the opening of the Winter Solstice Season.

“A Winter Wakening” (20 December 2018) – this blog, which provides an intro to the story of “Nicholas and the Elves” that I have been developing and writing about for 30 years, presents the story of Runa Luna, the Mistress of Tara Lough, who comes to the mythic ‘top of the world’ – “Tara Lough” being the home of Nicholas and the Elves in the tale – as the parallel in my stories to the ‘Mrs. Claus’ character in our modern secular ‘holiday’ stories.  Runa Luna is a Faery Mistress, and her advent at Tara Lough have been significant to my ongoing story-building around Nicholas and the Faeryfolk; being fellow collaborators in the Dream of the Winter Solstice and the "Thirteen Nights and Dayes of Yule."

“Gone Faerying at Ross Falls” (23 June 2019) – this poem is the third of four set at “Ross Falls” to have a Faery theme.  This is another dreamed vision-quest poem, ending with an invitation to sing along with the Faeryfolk: “twindle-too-le-ley-hey-nune.”

“To Faery Gone (1 September 2020) – a poem about slipping away into Faërie.

“A Faery Wood Carol” (27 November 2021) – A poem treating the association of the Faeryfolk with the Yule—Winter Solstice—Christmas Season.

 

A Brief Bibliography of Sources

Here are a few of the many sources that have informed my Faery poetics over the years.  The first list are the best of the texts I was aware of in the 1970’s to 1980’s.  The second list includes the best of the texts I’ve read since this blog was first published in 2019.

I.

Evans‑Wentz, Walter Y.  The Fairy Faith in Celtic Countries (Atlantic Highlands, NJ: Humanities Press, 1978)

Gantz, J. (ed. and trans.)  Mabinogion (Harmondsworth: Penguin Books, 1976; 1965)

Gregory, Lady  Cúchulainn of Luirthemne: The Story of the Men of the Red Branch of Ulster (Gerrard’s Cross: Colin Smythe, 1970)

Gregory, Lady  Gods and Fighting Men: The Story of the Tuatha Danann and the Fiana of Ireland (Gerrard’s Cross: Colin Smythe, 1976)

MacManus, Dairmaid  Irish Earth Folk (New York: Devon‑Adair, 1959)

MacManus, Dairmuid A. The Middle Kingdom: The Faery World of Ireland (London: 1960)

Yeats, William Bulter  Irish Faery and Folk Tales (Dorset Press, 1987)

 II.

Harries, Elisabeth Wanning  Twice Upon a Time: Women Writers and the History of the Fairy Tale (Princeton University Press, 2001)

Silver, Carole G  Strange and Secret Peoples: Fairies and Victorian Consciousness (Oxford University Press, 1999)

Tolkien, J. R. R. Tales from the Perilous Realm  (Boston & New York: William Marrow; and imprint of Harper Collins Publishers, 2008)

Zipes, Jack Victorian Fairy Tales: The Revolt of the Fairies and Elves (New York and London: Routledge, 1987)


Endnotes--

[1] By this analogy, a genre like the 19th century ‘social novel’ describes life in the Forest.  It deals with the social constructs, cultural mores, values and everything else inscribed by our horizons in the Forest.  The social novel tells stories about the ‘realistic’ adventures, conflicts and experiences to be had as well as the decisions to be made in the ordinary world that potentially lead the characters to some degree of self-realization.  It explores our struggle to live – beyond just surviving – within the Forest.  Perhaps a ‘fantasy novel,’ by contrast, taking place in a ‘different lived world,’ can perhaps be understood as happening in ‘another level of the Forest’ – perhaps half-way up in the boughs of the trees? – that we do not see until the ‘jump’ makes it possible to envision.  Both genres give us insight into our lives and the living out of our aspirations, dreams and hopes.

[2] J. R. R. Tolkien, in his essay “On Faery Stories” critiqued the notion that all fantasy is ‘escapist’ while also defending the need to have a means of ‘escape,' e.g., when we are enmired in dehumanizing situations and living in repressive conditions in the world.  (see the essay in a number of volumes, including Tales from the Perilous Realm [Boston: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, 2008; p 335 – 374])

[3] See Dairmuid Mac Manus Irish Earth Folk (1959), pp. 144-145 and Tom Cowan Fire in the Head (1993; p 15) for allusions to this idea.

[4] This ‘diminution’ – making the Faery small, which reached its culmination in the late 19th and early 20th century; and which is reflected in modern Fairy stories (e.g., the various versions of Peter Pan and Tinkerbell) is the end result of the transition of one mythology to another; in this case, from Pagan to Christian mythology.  The good spirits and supernatural helpers of an older mythology often become the downsized (literally!) tricksters and evil spirits in the new mythology.  In the case of the Faeryfolk, it is a diminution caused by their mythology being superseded by that of Christianity.

[5] Stray Sod” – Tom Cowan said in Fire in the Head (1993) that “Sometimes a person stumbles into Faery by making a wrong turn on a well-known path or, as the Irish say, stepping upon a “stray sod.” (15)

[6] For a reference to “thin places” see Edward Sellner’s Wisdom of the Celtic Saints (1993, p 11)

[7] When I was a teenager I imagined that the coffin holes in the sides of a railroad tunnel outside my hometown were ‘doorways’ into the Faery World!  I would often go there to have imagined meetings with them.

[8] Samhain – often misunderstood, this is the “Night of the Dead” in the Celtic calendar; 31 October, when the Sídhe open up.  Far from being a night filled with ‘black magic’ and ‘devil-worship’ (as it is still often hijacked into representing in pop culture media) it was a night for remembering and communing with the dead; Pagan peoples oft believing it possible to meet-up with the souls of people and animals you have known in this life who are now gone across the sídhe into the Otherworld.

I was taught that – as a night for remembrance of the dead -- those of your family and friends who had died in the previous yea could come and visit mortals between the end of the old year (at dusk on 31 October) and the beginning of a New Year (at dawn on 1 November).  It is understood as a night for making restitution and paying debts. You could seek forgiveness from and offer it to those with whom you had not been able to reconcile while in life; they could be given offerings of food and written confessions, taken up to the bonfires on the hills and burned.  This is the historical touchstone of our commercialized practice of “Trick or Treat.”  It was a practice encouraging reconciliation with one's enemies; then seeking the runes of a “new start” or perhaps some degree of personal transfiguration, as 1 November was “New Years’ Day” in the traditions of the Olde Ones.

[9] See pp. 464 – 478 in Tales from the Seasons (Authorhouse, 2008).  This experience – which is based on something that actually happened to friends of mine and I while out hiking years ago – is also alluded to in “The Calling of Ross Falls” (22 September 2018).  Three of the four poems about Ross Falls (so far) are Faery-themed.

[10] Tom Cowan, in Fire in the Head 1993, relates one of these stories; that of the Poet Thomas the Rhymer (p 73)

[11] See my blog “A Musing Life” (2 February 2018) at this site for reflections on my ‘life with the Muse;’ the quest to become a mature, creative person.

[12] On my own fascination with ruins, see my blog “Ruins and the Harvest: Autumn Themes” (23 September 2011).

[13] I see the realms of the imagination as an integral part of the ‘what is.’