The Poetry of Cards
When I was a child I used to gaze at face cards in a
standard deck and wonder what mysterious people these could be. Later I found
out that they are (or at least were at one time understood to be) figures from
classical or biblical history such as David, Caesar or Judith. This, I suppose,
I might have happily not known for it seems to add little to the implacable,
solemn gazes of the King of Spades or the Queen of Hearts. Readers of The Wasteland, though, know of that
other, even more mysterious set of images that is the tarot pack. Eliot used
these, he tells us, only for their broadest symbolic import and denied any
precise knowledge of their use or significance. The images, however, seem to
work anyway for we shiver, poetically speaking, when we fail to find the hanged
man in the deck of Madame Sosostris. The hanged man, the crucified god of death
and renewal, is hidden in the symbolism of the deck and hidden from us by the
fraudulent modern Sybil who reads our cards. This brings me to an odd
experience of mine which was observing the actual use of the cards by an
intelligent practitioner. The result, for one of the participants (not myself),
was utterly uncanny. The reader told a detailed, highly specified story by
juxtaposing the tarot images and forming a narrative based on their traditional
associations. This story corresponded point by point with the situation of the
person the cards were reacting to. This is of some interest to me for Tarot
cards are nothing but cards and a system of conjunction and opposition deployed
serially and positionally. The process of reading is combinatory for each
symbol changes its valence in relation to another symbol depending on how it is
placed spatially in relation to it.
There is no assumed ontology or metaphysic and no
assumed spiritual or supernatural agency required to read the tarot deck (or so
I was told!). The cards are simply cards for all intents and purposes. Tarot
reading is a practice without an ontology which is as much as to say that it
is chain of semi-randomized signifiers
that congeal of their own, before one’s very eyes, into narrative significance.
There are various ways of thinking about this the most obvious of which is that
it is all down to the reader who lays out the cards although she (always she!)
is constrained by an interpretive tradition which limits how she can adapt the
meaning of the cards to what she senses of the subject. One could also think of
it as being all about the cards. The cards, one might say, are open ended
symbols so contrived as to reflect enough basic human concerns as to be adaptable
to any subject. If this is so then the wonder is not that the reader hits but
that she should ever miss! This won’t quite do, though, for the symbols never
were contrived in the sense required. Before it became a tool of divination the
Tarot pack was nothing but a standard playing deck. Nor, in the reading I saw,
did the reader spin a generic tale of money, love or family such as might apply
to almost any random person (which is what phone psychics do). Her narrative
was highly specified and accurate. Interestingly, an attempt to read ME
produced less definite results, which stands to reason if the cards are
reacting to the subject for the first subject had much more pressing issues and
concerns. They were not, however, uninteresting and the striking thing for me
was that with very little instruction I could read the symbolism myself and
form my own story with relative ease. The symbols are that direct, easy and intuitive
with just enough specificity to render them uncanny. This specificity seems to refute the
assumption that the cards reflect the openness and simple universality of the
symbols.
If the tarot reading does not come down simply to the
shrewdness of the reader or the open ended symbolism of the cards it would seem
then that it comes down to the subject but what could this mean? I suppose it would
mean the subject unconsciously influences the choice of the cards so that the
randomness is only apparent. Of course we have no ontology that accounts for
how the unconscious can pick cards from a hidden deck though Jung may have
tried to indicate one. What is more the content of the reading does NOT have to
be latent psychic material. It can be the most immediate surface content as in
the instance I witnessed. Nor, I should add, are the cards necessarily predictive.
They are analytic and an aid to reflection about problems in the present. They
represent a kind of divination of the present though really what they do is
remind the subject of what that subject already knows too well.
If there were any kind of ontology or theory behind the
tarot pack I suppose their success would be a confirmation of that theory or
ontology however there seems to be none as I said above. There is no grand
theory on the basis of which we can accept he cards NOR, just as importantly,
is there any grand theory in the name of which we must reject them. There is no
theory at all. Nothing is refuted or confirmed. It is simple practice that seems
to work but is evidence for nothing beyond itself. I must, however, draw an
analogy that seems to me striking and may also have been striking to Eliot. The
tarot cards are very much like a poem if you can conceive of a poem as forming
from the random deployment of a set of symbols or figures. I suppose it is like
a surrealist poem or a found poem. We merge our own meanings with the meanings
objective in the cards through the agency of the contingent as that frees us
from the screen of conscious reflection with its duplicities and denials. This
seems to me to be where the obviously gendered character of the tarot tradition
comes into play. Women appropriate their own voice more easily through the
authority of an external, indeed purely adventitious agent. The cards, speaking
through a marriage of meaning and chance, are assumed not to lie though we do.
Men may not feel the need for this kind of prompt so readily and perhaps women
fully liberated to their own voices will not need tarot packs. I, however,
suspect humans will always turn to this and other forms of divination as poets
do to found poems or composers do to stochastic processes. There is poetry even
in chance and that may be all we need to know of the matter.
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