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Praise for A Branch from the Lightning Tree
Eloquent and elegant, Shaw offers an irresistible invitation into realms that hold the wisdom of, not only survival, but expanding into ones sense of purpose, maturing into the gift of service to the collective.
MALIDOMA P. SOME, DAGARA ELDER AND AUTHOR OF OF WATER AND THE SPIRIT
A master storyteller. I was lucky enough to see this man livehe sat before us with just a drum. No special effects. No 3D glasses. I was nine years old againI listened with wide eyed fascination as he held every scene and emotion with a simplicity that taps the Divine imagination within us all. A Branch From The Lightning Tree recaptures the joy of that experience, reading Shaws interpretations of other classic myths with the same insightful detail. Its a rare gift to be able to tell a great story by allowing the power of the story itself to do its work. And Martin Shaw has the gift.
RICHARD LA GRAVENESE, DIRECTOR AND SCREEN WRITER OF THE FISHER KING, THE BRIDGES OF MADISON COUNTY
Visceral and highly imaginative, Shaw finds wildness in both language and landscape, using myth, philosophy and poetic leaps as a crossroads between the two. The whole book is a web of wild intelligence. This needs to be read!
ROSIE BOYCOTT, THE INDEPENDENT
This is an astonishing bookpart memoir, part retelling of old tales, and part courageous delving into the psyches trek from the civilised to the wild. When I finished reading it, I felt I had been given a gift.
GIOIA TIMPANELLI, STORYTELLER AND WOMENS NATIONAL BOOK ASSOCIATION AWARD WINNING AUTHOR OF WHAT MAKES A CHILD LUCKY
This extraordinary book, woven with magic and insight, reveals the rich alchemy between myth and rites-of-passage. How I love the intelligent, poetic, and wild way of his voice.
MERIDITH LITTLE, CO-AUTHOR OF THE BOOK OF THE VISION QUEST AND DIRECTOR OF THE PRACTICE OF LIVING AND DYING
Shaw has so much knowledge and wisdom about the old stories it emanates from his pores. He knows about the mythic trap of eternal youth that is the shadow of rockn roll. He knows why Jim Morrison went down. His prose is voraciousit will gobble up the readers psyche and challenge it to change.
JOHN DENSMORE, ESSAYIST, AUTHOR, AND FOUNDING MEMBER OF THE DOORS
Shaw invokes Robert Graves work on the White Goddess, and the Crow poems of Ted Hughesit is a combination of practical knowledge, Imaginative insight and passionate storytelling that give Shaws book its persuasiveness and power. He writes as someone who has been to these places, undergone these trials and tested himself at the extremes of lived experience.
JOHN DANVERS, AUTHOR OF PICTURING MIND: PARADOX, INDETERMINANCY AND CONSCIOUSNESS IN ART AND POETRY
Shaw is a writer of rare and fierce beauty, and a great enemy of mediocrity, wherever it may hide. A Branch From The Lightning Tree is an oceanic dive into the mythic fireon myths own terms. The whole book conjures a tale of who we are and where we might be going.
DANIEL DEARDORFF, AUTHOR OF THE OTHER WITHIN: THE GENIUS OF DEFORMITY IN MYTH, CULTURE, AND PSYCHE
Every generation needs to retain, regain, retell, and reabsorb the important understandings of culture for itself. Our age is thick with a furious, insidious and epidemic of forgetting of the past, and the bewilderment that most of us feel, as creatures and citizens, is a symptom and consequence. We are on the brink of losing it. Martin Shaw is a teacher of profound cultural knowledge; he has done his own work thoroughly, and is a master artist at interpreting and transmitting it to us through story and discourse. His transmissions are subtle and profound. He is a shamanic teacher for Now, and we desperately need his work. A Branch from The Lightning Tree is it.
TONY HOAGLAND, AWARD WINNING POET AND AUTHOR OF REAL SOFISTIKASHUN: ESSAYS ON POETRY AND CRAFT
This book is for the Seanchai tradition of the roving Celts.
Let it always be dusk, lanterns lit,
peat fire stoked, heavy weather, with the
storyteller opening a door to the myth-world.
Let the brightening beings come and
make wine from our leaping tears.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
This book is dedicated to Cara and Dulcie, for weathering all the storms of its creation. You are where my luck lives.
I also thank White Cloud PressGary, Christy, and especially Steve Scholl for being a constant source of encouragement since the very beginning of this process. He took a bundle of prose handed over after a gathering in Oregon, and has stayed true to its strange, emerging shape these last few years. With gratitude, Amigo.
Mum and Dadfor a hundred thousand blessings. For placing the seeds of a rich and bountiful life into my young hands. Amen. Love to all my family (Shaws, Pattersons, Allens, Nicholls, and beyond) and beautiful pile of nephews and nieces.
As a travelling storyteller and teacher, I have been lucky enough to make many nourishing friendshipstoo many to name here Im afraid, but you know who you are. Special fondness for those involved with the Westcountry Storytelling Festival, The Minnesota Mens conference, The Great Mother Conference, and the Block Island Poetry Project. Also to The Desmond Tutu and Strategic Leadership programs at Templeton College Oxford, all at Ashridge, and my great ally the director Matthew Burton. Big love to the Mythsinger foundation.
Much love to the Westcountry Schools of Mythboth on Dartmoor in the U.K., and Point Reyess, California. So much fiery magic. The very best of times. Thank you for the long haulto the musical maverick Jonny Bloor, Chris Salisbury (the teller of Devonian ghost stories), the swift-minded David Stevenson, the hedge magician Tina Burchill, the good dragonish Sue Charman, the mystic arrow that is Tim Russell, deer-eyed Reba Furze, the man of the old growth forest Mr. Del, and over in California, the lion-hearted Lisa Doron. A great privilege to know youthat goes out to all the cunning hounds that rock up to our fireside. For anyone that ever cleaned a dish, lit a hurricane lamp, told a bawdy story, wept with grief, rescued a yurt roof descending down the moorside in a blizzard, jumped off a cliff into a freezing January sea clutching nothing but chocolate, flowers and a love letter to the old Irish Gods, I remember.
Gavin and Daveshaggy old friendsthank you for the many miles we have staggered; through scrapes, opportunity, and now the gateway into our forties. Thank you Thomas R. Smith for a keen eye on this manuscript at a crucial stage.
Some interesting moments in the writing of the book: Being stranded by the side of New Hampshire road at dusk and being suddenly picked up by an enormous limousine and driven 150 miles to my destinationthe unknown driver buying me tacos and cold beer before turning round and driving home again, no questions asked; the old Indian that emerged out of nowhere with a smudge bowl, eagle feather, and shades, then sang Amazing Grace in its entirety in my ear before disappearing down a side alley in New Mexicojust two of dozens of such intrigues; thanks to all the animals that seem to show up when travellingespecially the Coyote chorus under my window at Tim and Carrie Frantzichs.