A philosopher, anthropologist and sleight-of-hand magician, he set off to learn about the the healing role of traditional magic in Nepal and south-east Asia, but found himself drawn into larger questions about the ongoing negotiation between the human and the non-human world. He explores the blindnesses of the culture we inherited with intellectual rigour and a deep feel for what it means to live well.
There are few books which I’ve read with such vigorous agreement as The Spell of the Sensuous, such a sense of having my own unformed thoughts and feelings put clearly into words. Years after first reading it, I am still absorbing its implications. So when Paul and I received an email from David to say how pleased he was to have discovered Dark Mountain, I was surprised and delighted. Then, this summer, I heard that he was due to visit the UK, and we arranged to get together.
Oxford was a strange place to meet, a city which epitomises the heights and the strange coldnesses of ‘civilisation’. But from the moment we spotted each other across Radcliffe Square, a pocket of warmth and wildness seemed to open up. We spent a couple of hours exploring and eating breakfast, before sitting down, in sight of the medieval city wall, to film a conversation that rambled across our mutual fascinations and desire to make sense of the situation of the world.
We talked about living in an animate world, about the history of science, the ideas of Ivan Illich – whom David had known – and the satellite’s eye vision of the Whole Earth Catalog, about magic and time and desire.
We talked until the camera battery ran out – and then took ourselves to the pub to recharge and talk some more. As David says at the end, there’s something deeply magical about meeting others who have stumbled into the same ways of understanding and relating to the world. It was a wonderful day – and hopefully some of that translates through the camera.
What stays with me is the heightened sense of animality which you come away with after spending time with David. Later that afternoon, I stepped off the coach in central London and walked down Oxford Street, aware of myself as an animal among other animals, all of us always already reading each other in deep ways which go back thousands of generations. I look forward to exploring this further – not least in the pages of David’s new book, Becoming Animal, which is high on my reading list for 2011.