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Column Homage to the trickster
By RICH HEFFERN
Saturday mornings when I was a kid,
I never missed Andys Gang on the tube. Host Andy Devine
appeared live every week with a supporting cast of characters: Midnight the
Cat, Squeaky the Mouse and -- best of all -- Froggy the Gremlin. Gravel-voiced
Andy would speak the incantation, Plunk your magic twanger,
Froggy!
In a puff of smoke, Froggy appeared standing on a grandfather
clock, laughing, hopping from side to side and teasingly repeating words of any
sentence he uttered. His greeting, Hiya, Kids, Hiya, Hiya! would be
answered by the delighted young audience, Hiya, Froggy!
Andy always thought Froggy would stop being the little gremlin
that he was and behave. But the kids knew better. Froggy kept playing dirty
tricks, he did, he did. He deflated any guest who was about to
deliver a demonstration or lecture that involved learning something boring.
Kids in the audience howled with delight, as Froggy took on
Professor Pasta Fazoole, Uncle Fishface, the poet Algernon Shortfellow, Clancy
the Cop or The Gym Teacher. Hed play impish pranks, finish their
sentences for them with twisted phrases, causing chaos and hilarity in the
audience. When the guest finally lost it and grabbed for his neck, Froggy
disappeared in a puff of smoke. But right away hed pop up somewhere else,
he would, he would.
This amphibian poltergeist, dressed in a red jacket, white shirt
and black tie, with no pants on, infiltrated our homes nationwide in the 1950s
with his humorous disobedience. One critic blamed him for the rebelliousness of
the 60s. Above all, he was a trickster, that sly figure found in many
world myths and cultures. Loki, Nasrudin, Coyote, Kokopelli, Raven, Murphy of
Murphys Law, Bugs Bunny, Weird Al Yankovich and David
Letterman are all tricksters.
Tricksters are transformers, jokers, truth-tellers and destroyers.
The tricksters pranks create and destroy. With a deep curiosity that led
them into trouble, they also had cunning wit to get out of jams. Humans would
forgive the trickster, knowing that when the gods were plagued by the
tricksters wit and arrogance, the side effects were often beneficial to
humans. Even if Coyote caused the great flood because of a theft, he somehow
led the human race to a better world. The Norse trickster Loki stole fire for
humans and paid a terrible and eternal price for it. In the heart of the
trickster is a savior.
Trickster energy also is there to deflate the pomposity that
attaches itself to sacredness and religion. It is also a key ingredient in
creativity. The trickster is profoundly inventive, creative by nature.
In our own seemingly ultra-rational culture, that sly trickster
grin is found everywhere we look. The god of technology, like the Greek god
Hermes, is both trickster and magician. The techno-trickster performs sleight
of hand, wondrous marvels, yet also scrambles established codes, overturns
truths and constantly hoodwinks us with unintended consequences.
Bill Clinton has been accused of it. Hes part victim, part
perpetrator, all trickster. Far more adept than his enemies at slipping and
sliding, hes a shapeshifter, a silver fox in the wolf run.
Modern quantum physics is another place where the trickster can be
found deep in the very heart of reality. Particle physicists talk about
nonlocal causality, wherein far distant particles instantaneously
know each others status. Or, subatomic particles that appear
out of nothing and vanish into nothing. Or, foxy energy everywhere that
collapses into matter only when it is observed.
Native American spirituality pays full homage to the trickster in
story and practice. Zen Buddhism highly honors this cosmic monkey. Christianity
was once as rich as any religion in trickster rites and lore, until the
Enlightenment, anyway. St. Simon perched for years on a pillar, a fool for
Christ. Francis of Assisi acted the clown, rubbing sticks together to make
music, talking to the wolves, shedding his inheritance to embrace Lady Poverty,
rebuilding the church.
In the 15th century, if you entered Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris
on the 1st of January, in the gloom of the immense stone structure, you would
witness the celebration of the Mass of the Asses, Drunkards and Gamblers. The
smell of sour incense from burning filthy old shoes would assail your nose,
along with strange chants and the sight of a donkey at the altar. Carnival
still persists everywhere in Latin cultures. Revelers on parade channel the
trickster as long winters come to an end.
Iconographer Robert Lentz points out the similarities between
Jesus and the trickster figures. Jesus scribbled cryptically in the dirt,
answered questions with sometimes baffling parables, multiplied loaves and
fishes, hung out with the wrong types and appeared slightly ridiculous to the
majority. In fact, divinity on earth must often be an anomaly, a kind of Zen
koan, sign of contradiction.
At the heart of our religion theres a trickster kind of
puzzle: Why does God come here as a dirt-poor Jewish woodbutcher instead of
Kubla Khan, Napoleon or even Donald Trump? Well, perhaps because divinity
really is in solidarity with us humans, even (and especially) the lowliest.
Divinity disappears one place only to reappear somewhere else. God tricks us
with unexpected love, forgiveness.
God bamboozles us with resurrection, God does, God does.
Rich Heffern is the former editor of Praying magazine
and a frequent contributor to NCR.
National Catholic Reporter, May 26,
2000
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