Pinkie Pie and the Mirror Pool - An Essay on Magic & Tradegy
A Tragic Mistake
Hey, remember when I said this?
Norse, Greek, Roman and Celtic religions must be brought back from the brink.. These fictions are pre-rational and echo, always, always echo, down the corridors of time; manifesting in a different shape with every age.
I’ve been saying all along that soul & sensibility comes from genetics, and there is something about the Euro-centric witches brew of DNA left over from the various Edenic races that produces a rather mournful sensibility. My Axis pals with an Irish background will know all about this, I’ve never known a people so overcome with mourning that life is what it is. Maybe the drinking does help, though.
Unfortunately there can be no life lived in the ideal. Sans-divinity, there will never be a perfect person. Outside of Heaven, the Halls of Olympos or the supposed ‘42 Virgins’ club, there are no idyllic spheres, and extremely few ever become their ideal self.
It’s this headbutting against material constraints which divide the worthy from the idle, it’s the stoicism and hard work that seperates and defines persons of quality from their lessers. The Alt-Right slogan ‘Leben ist Kampf’ crops up with regularity on my dash, and anyone who begs to differ is too insulated for their own good.
The one worthwhile lesson I took from University was that the outcome is a response to the brief, without the constraints of the brief the outcome is formless; The product is not so much a creation as a recognition of different demands and simply channelling material in the most efficient way possible to satisfy these demands (a table must have four legs, must be made of X steel, must suspend Y weight at normal gravity, etc). A rather woolley brief produces unrefined products, and one that is too tight bends material and people beyond their limitations, resulting a factory run of broken scrap.
So too is life. If you cheat the brief by using magic, mirror pools, excuses or anabolic steroids, you get Too Many Pinkie Pies, a bad grade, and gains that don’t last respectively. Either that, or you burn out proper. By breaking constraints that produce the ideal, the ideal itself becomes compromised - Even if it is reached by doing so.
This episode was one of my favourites so far, and like all my favourites, the substance of the show easily outweights the fluff ‘Life is what it is’ platitude at the end. Meaningless platitudes are just that when divorced from the high drama that produced them, and it’s that high drama we’re going to discuss.
European history and culture is distinct in its obsession with man and woman in their ideal, the forces that produce such people, and the Fates & Gods conspiring around them. The high drama that drives most of the classics is tragic, or tragi-comic; Anti-heroes abound; There are those thrust into greatness unwillingly, nincompoops with delusions of grandeur, noble warriors laid low by ego, and a great many fools. Through European literature, noone ever quite manages to do what they set out to do - At least not without it being revealed to be a Pyrrhic victory.
The bulk of episode draws heavily, perhaps intentionally, on this robustness of spirit. Pinkie Pie is torn between her friends - Ponyville is idyllic, but not an Eden. The implicit demand of living life to the full leads to having to accept that life is finite. She remembers an old tale of a magic pool and incantation that will allow her to Cheat the Brief, and double up with Simulcra of herself.
This episode is not a re-run of the story of Narcissus, though it treads near it. Nor is it an out-and-out “test of courage” story of a worthy being put through the grind. Instead, it explores different depths of time, memory and longing. It’s not quite a tragic epic, but it comes close.
Pinkie longs to be with all of her friends, all of the time. By using the magic of the mirror pool to be “Doubly there”, she’s able to be in many places at once - sort of - by using brainless placeholders. The catch is, of course, that her doubles have no memory of her life or friends in Ponyville. They are the physical Pinkie, but without mind or sound judgement. Pyrrhic indeed. After frustrating the living fuck out of the real Pinkie Pie’s friends, they go on a sort of fun-obsessed rampage. Sounds like an alcohol fuelled night of Fresher students at University, really, but that’s what happens.
This is where I’m going to have to borrow somebody elses words:
Aristotle believed that the point of tragedy was to put on the stage the negative, or more ferocious, or more diabolical side of man, the non-dualist side of man, in order to overcome it..
Because life is born in pain, dies in pain, and consists of quite a lot of pain during the intermediary stages between birth and death. And in order to overcome and face that, particularly in a stoical way, you needed to take up these negative emotions into yourself and have them purged, have them sublimated, to use a modern word. And the way that you purge them is by watching tragedy.
[Tradegy is] The highest form [of drama], the most cathartic form, the most ennobling form. A form which isn’t written today.
Twilight and her friends devise a sort of test to separate the true Pinkie from the Replicants - They must sit and watch paint dry, an impossible feat without intense concentration for the ADHD Pinkie Pie. The imitation reflections are then banished as they fail the test using Twilights magic. The hook is that if they banish the real Pinkie, that’s done and dusted for good.
In the scene where Twilight does this for the first time, it’s gripping in a way that other episodes struggle to match due to the tragic nature of the set up. Over the course of the 2 and a bit seasons we’ve had 3 external aggressor ‘Big Bads’ of varying motivations, but if I recall correctly this is the first time we’ve had a set up where one member of the Mane 6 could end the life of another. There isn’t an enemy or even a braggart to be overcome, but oneself.
Even more disturbing is Twilight’s total lack of hesitation. She uses a blast of magic that was foreshadowed earlier in the episode and Foom, a Replicant is gone. Vaporised. To quote Ilium, ‘everything is performed to the full extent of their abilities, every effort running what one twentieth-century scholar called “the full risk of failure.”’
Luckily, Pinkie Pie is the right colour to appeal to little girls in toy form. I prefer the more sombre Princess Luna, tinsel-free prototype edition (Stop boasting, Buttercup). As such she emerges from the test unscathed, after demonstrating her loyalty to her friends. However, I would hesitate to say this was a Happy Ending.
The entire episode describes a tragic ordeal. It was created through the best intentions coupled with naivety and dangerous knowledge, as Pinkie strived to fulfill ambitions of affection. It could have been a necessary ordeal, so that we can learn of the loyalty, committment and hard choices that life demands - Even in Ponyville.
Europeans, and maybe especially the Irish, are most aware that often the Gods make fools of us. Romeo was Fortunes fool, Macbeth Ambitions fool, Hector was the Zeus’ Fool, and Pinkie Pie has been Fun’s fool.
See you next time.
5:29 pm • 24 November 2012 • 11 notes
I didn’t learn anything! I was right all along - The Crystal Empire [Minor Spoilers]
I told you that the Season 3 Premiere of My Little Pony would be about history & heritage being the saving grace of the Crystal Empire.
Rainbow Dash armours up for Jousting
This episode is almost as fanatically pro-Western as I am. The Crystal Empire has returned, after a thousand year disappearance after it was cursed by the episodes Big Bad. Princess Cadence is protecting the city with a spell of ‘love and light’, but her magic can’t hold out long, and the evil King Sombra is trying to make a vengeful return.
The Crystal Ponies are in a nihilist, existential funk when Twilight & Co. arrive. They suffer from a universal amnesia and apathy. One of the returned crystal ponies comments: ‘It looks the same, but it doesn’t feel the same..’ Of course, that missing element is an invigorating reverence. The responses of the burned-out Crystal Ponies to the overtly energetic Mane 6 are eeriely reminscent of the psychological space many people occupy in modern life, which is designed to neuter ones living spirit in favour of materialism and suicidal, unlimited tolerance.
Twilight discovers with her friends help she needs to mount a traditional renaissance fair to re-awaken them to their national destiny and common bonds. The Crystal Fair is their 'most important tradition', (Twilight Sparkle’s line),
A Crystal Fair.. Established by their first Queen. The Fair was held every year to renew the spirit of love and unity within the Empire so they could protect it from harm.
I couldn’t put it any more succinctly if I tried - An Empire can only be preserved if its constituents all hold that Empire dear. A nation that refuses to acknowledge its own existence will soon fail to exist. Even more importantly, any fool who reasons his way into loving his nation can soon be reasoned out of it.
There is no love & unity within the West, and this why the West is dying. The ‘love’ modern society directs you to hold is a love of the foreign and alien, whilst a love of your own people is criminalised, slurred and spat on. You are a ‘neo-Nazi’ or a ‘fascist’ or a ‘subhuman’ if you dare to value your nearest and dearest most, and what is love but a difference of value?
Multiculturalism, minoritarianism and ‘humanism’ is dis-unity (better known as Chaos, or Discord). The ‘unity’ of liberalism is an agreement that nobody is beholden to anyone, a ‘unity’ of people who have nothing in common, but universally agree they should be able to do whatever the hell they want. Of course, this comes at the expense of those who wish to live in a civilisation defined by ideals, standards and obligations. Permissive societies and traditionalist societies cannot coexist. The first comes from a love of ones ego, the second comes from a love of ones people.
The Crystal Ponies (and nationalist parties of Europe) are unified by love - They value their people, traditions and way of life, and wish to uphold it forevermore.
It’s up to you to protect the West, basically. It’s time for you to be Twilight Sparkle and to tell the truth, even if your voice shakes, as the Tumblr instagram goes. For there to be any hope at all of the West surviving, white Westerners must be conscious of their traditions, heritage and distinction and their true raison d’être - Or they will be lost forever to the collective amnesia that affects the Crystal Empire’s inhabitants.
We have to get this right. Yes we have to make them see - We can save the Crystal Ponies with their history.
8:55 am • 11 November 2012 • 10 notes
Many of us are multiply privileged and multiply oppressed. They don’t counterbalance each other. [Unsurreptitiously stolen from Crawford, 2006 - Transformations: Women, Gender, and Psychology.]
Fucking hell. I’m masculine, male, white, European in origin, heterosexual, able-bodied, highly literature, young, attractive, upper-middle class, anglophonic, pale, Christian and fertile.
ALL THE PRIVILEGES!
I better stop posting on Tumblr now. It is evident that my opinion doesn’t count for anything.
I thought I’d contribute to higher education and fix their stupid fucking diagram
9:15 pm • 1 November 2012 • 155 notes
'Fess up & Eat your Humble Pie
Friendship is Magic is about teaching personal responsibility. I’m not going to add any disclaimers to that - It just is. It generally comes in two flavours out of a blend of pony sorbet; There’s the action ‘n’ adventure stories, and the You Fucked Ups stories. I like them both.
For example. Ponyville is staring seven dragons, five nuclear bombs, an ethnocentric banking ring and an baby eating, spinal-patient banging paedophile TV star in the face, and it’s up to YOU to do something about it. Ol’ Granny Smith didn’t put y’all parents on good old mother earth to lay in the sun like a nihilistic eloi all the time. It doesn’t matter if you’re just a stupid, damsel-in-distress, fashion obsessed unicorn with a thing for the larger well dressed stallion, you gotta buck up, strap on your Vault 101 armour, pick up your Apple Cider and laser gun, and go and kill (or at least out-assert) the dragons.
Often, that means taking your, and I quote, weedy little friends with you for morale support. OK, maybe a few background ponies did die of broken necks when Fluttershy caused the tornado to spin out, flood New York, and send equines in all directions. Alright, maybe Twilight could have got crushed by a rock, and yes, Discord probably is a good match for some highschool girls. I mean, in real life he’d probably use a patsy instead of pretending to be some apples, but it doesn’t matter. The lesson is clear. Someone’s gotta do something about this, and in a world where only about 20% of people have a sense of irony (read: a soul), the buck stops with you.
Democrats are either tax thieves who want to defer all responsibility for societies calamaties and fuckups onto people who’s only crime was to work hard and do well, or thickos who genuinely believe you can teach an old Detroit dog new tricks by putting wads of dollar bills in its food bowl. They obviously haven’t seen enough My Little Pony. Ultimately, it’s up to you to change what you don’t like. If you vote Democrat and feel smug about it, Ponyville is missing a helping hoof at its soup kitchen. Manthafukup and get ladling.
The other side of the coin is the ‘Fess Up stories. There are generally two types of people when it comes to ‘fessing up; Those who bring themselves to fess up, and resent being forced to eat humble pie when their internal morality tells them otherwise (people with souls), and people who just cannot, no matter what, ever, accept any personal responsibility at all. (Democrats).
Because Democrats are thickos, they often watch My Little Pony without realising that they are the Exact Opposite of the characters, ie Jerks who cannot accept when they are being out of line. Ever. For example, all the things that the ponies don’t really hold in high regard - Taking other peoples cash, being self absorbed, demanding everyone else change their values to reflect yours and not the other way around, insisting that everyone else agree Chaz Bono is actually a man and not just a fat ugly cow, etc; Democrats make a virtue of.
Instead of making a virtue of humbling oneself before the world and what is good in it, Democrats go freakazoid bonoshit and insist everyone humble themselves before whatever they proclaim is the next Ubertruth.
My Little Ponies generally eat tasty, warm and nutritious humble pie at the end of each episode. They succeed by pulling together for the greater good, and putting their own petty egos to one side, so that their selves may be improved. They have a little group prayer in the sisterhood to Princess Celestia (God), to count their blessings and remind themselves of their lesson, so that they can be a better friend and soup-ladler/dragon slayer by not screwing up by being so self centred again. They humble themselves and pledge implicit fealty to the worthwhile. In doing so, they accept their current status and dispense with the ego conflicts that characterise those at war with the world. It helps them sleep at night.
Throughout this essay I’ve referred to people who don’t or can’t do this as democrats, so you can have a good laugh at an external group (truth be told, they probably are democrats). But the truth is, the person not having their nightly prayers or not putting their ego to one side is probably you, Number 73 of my 293 followers, unless you’re a Tumblr Axis of Evil member, it’s likely you I’ve been talking about.
'Fess up, & Eat your Humble Pie.
2:42 pm • 1 November 2012 • 3 notes