I've been thinking so much lately about other things that I haven't had much time to think about mythologies. But I kept recalling the lecture about Adonis and the trees, and how we talked about Shakespeare's sonnets. It really struck me when professor Sexson said that death is beauty. I think that's such a powerful statement because you never realize what you have until it's gone. And a line in my creation myth jumped out at me because it said Death is hunger, and I thought of the contrasts between beauty and hunger and thought it must be merely coincidence to see them both described this way.
So in light of the Shakespeare's sonnet I wanted to email my great grandmother a copy of the sonnet as well as just talk to her. Not having my notes near me I couldn't remember the number of the sonnet, so thinking it was 53 I googled that, and lo and behold this is what I stumbled upon (see attached photo)
And again I was struck by the coincidence of Adonis and Helen coming forth in this sonnet, the imagery used in comparing their beauties to nothing besides the person No. 53 is directed towards. I don't think I would have truly appreciated these words as much had we not talked of the two great beauties Helen and Adonis . So being the loving boyfriend I am I immediately sent that to my girlfriend using Shakespeare as it is meant to used, to woo the ladies.
But on a more serious note,
This again brought to mind how there is no coincidence, I feel for the first time so far in this class that I am on the path of a mythic detective, and the clues are beginning to pile up.
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Friday, January 25, 2013
Oh the humanity!
I find myself lacking any motivation to blog this week, and that seemed like a perfect way to segway into my next thought, on how "human" everything in the metomorphoses is. After the lecture in class on Daphne and Apollo, I found myself recalling the story of Athena and Arachne.
One of the things that really jumped out at me while reading this story, is the fault of pride that Arachne continues to show, she never once thought to hold her tongue in front of the goddesss and this leads to her eventual demise. While at the same time Ovid's writing really gives you a sense of how jealous Athena is of Arachne's skill. You see that Athena believes that Arachne's weaving is superior to hers, but rather than admit it, she turns transforms Arachne into a spider.
I could see,I think, one of the common threads through these stories in Metomorphoses, is how utterly human these gods and heroes are. They all carry distinct faults that show up in each story they are in. They all lie, cheat, steal, love, and hate in much the same fashion as we all do throughout our lives. Cupids Anger at Apollo and his revenge, Apollo's lust for Daphne, Daphne's disdain of Apollo, Arachne's pride, and Athena's jealousy. In each of These gods resides the epitome of human emotion/the human condition, which is so very relatable to each and every one of us.
One of the things that really jumped out at me while reading this story, is the fault of pride that Arachne continues to show, she never once thought to hold her tongue in front of the goddesss and this leads to her eventual demise. While at the same time Ovid's writing really gives you a sense of how jealous Athena is of Arachne's skill. You see that Athena believes that Arachne's weaving is superior to hers, but rather than admit it, she turns transforms Arachne into a spider.
I could see,I think, one of the common threads through these stories in Metomorphoses, is how utterly human these gods and heroes are. They all carry distinct faults that show up in each story they are in. They all lie, cheat, steal, love, and hate in much the same fashion as we all do throughout our lives. Cupids Anger at Apollo and his revenge, Apollo's lust for Daphne, Daphne's disdain of Apollo, Arachne's pride, and Athena's jealousy. In each of These gods resides the epitome of human emotion/the human condition, which is so very relatable to each and every one of us.
Sunday, January 20, 2013
Creation myth
http://www.mircea-eliade.com/from-primitives-to-zen/058.html
This link is to the Upanishads creation myth so hopefully no one else had claimed this one
This link is to the Upanishads creation myth so hopefully no one else had claimed this one
Saturday, January 19, 2013
I Dreamed a Dream...
First off please excuse the reference in the title. It made me laugh to myself like an idiot, so I couldn't resist. That being said let us get to the meat of this post.
In the name of research for this class I decided to imbibe a little last night (I am of legal age) because I've found that alcohol gives me some crazy dreams. And behold last night Morpheus came down to my bedside and fashioned me a dream worth telling
(Actual Visual Approximation of the Event)
Now I will admit that I cannot recall the majority of what happened in the beginning of the dream, I remember a vague sense of wandering and searching. The bulk of what I do remember occured near the end of the dream, and upon waking I hurried to my computer lest I forget to tell my tale.
Towards the end of the dream I find myself in an attic, that looks a lot like my grandparent's basement, but is an attic nonetheless. I began searching through the piles of boxes and discarded items full of dust and debris, when I turn a corner and there infront of me is the embodiment of all that is evil...a cardboard cutout of Darth Vader. As soon as I saw it the whole room began to darken, as if he was sucking all the light from the world. This act froze me in place and sent an eerie chill to the very depths of my soul. Vader slowly began taking on life, no longer a mere cardboard cutout, but a full fledged sith lord weilding a lightsaber. He didn't try to tempt me to join the darkside, but he began pulling in all the the light, everylight everywhere, even the light inside me. It was at this point I cried for help, I sent my will forth and begged for mercy for all that was inside me was terror and pain. Then as if answering my cry, God decended into the attic and stood by my side. He was just a large ball of light, the brightest light I have ever seen, yet still i was able to look at him, this had me thinking oh a ball of light from the heavens this has to be God.The feeling in the dream was one of total calm, his presence was like a balm for my terror and it filled me with unimaginable joy. That was of course the moment he restored my light and told me it was time to kick Darth Vader's ass. So we stood toghether and began drawing upon our light and hurling it at the void that was Vader, and we overwhelmed him and his darkness, to the point that he became a mere cardboard cutout once again, and all the world was safe. God flew away or blinked out, not sure which, and I was left alone in an attic with Darth Vader and a sense of peace.
The end
In the name of research for this class I decided to imbibe a little last night (I am of legal age) because I've found that alcohol gives me some crazy dreams. And behold last night Morpheus came down to my bedside and fashioned me a dream worth telling
(Actual Visual Approximation of the Event)
Now I will admit that I cannot recall the majority of what happened in the beginning of the dream, I remember a vague sense of wandering and searching. The bulk of what I do remember occured near the end of the dream, and upon waking I hurried to my computer lest I forget to tell my tale.
Towards the end of the dream I find myself in an attic, that looks a lot like my grandparent's basement, but is an attic nonetheless. I began searching through the piles of boxes and discarded items full of dust and debris, when I turn a corner and there infront of me is the embodiment of all that is evil...a cardboard cutout of Darth Vader. As soon as I saw it the whole room began to darken, as if he was sucking all the light from the world. This act froze me in place and sent an eerie chill to the very depths of my soul. Vader slowly began taking on life, no longer a mere cardboard cutout, but a full fledged sith lord weilding a lightsaber. He didn't try to tempt me to join the darkside, but he began pulling in all the the light, everylight everywhere, even the light inside me. It was at this point I cried for help, I sent my will forth and begged for mercy for all that was inside me was terror and pain. Then as if answering my cry, God decended into the attic and stood by my side. He was just a large ball of light, the brightest light I have ever seen, yet still i was able to look at him, this had me thinking oh a ball of light from the heavens this has to be God.The feeling in the dream was one of total calm, his presence was like a balm for my terror and it filled me with unimaginable joy. That was of course the moment he restored my light and told me it was time to kick Darth Vader's ass. So we stood toghether and began drawing upon our light and hurling it at the void that was Vader, and we overwhelmed him and his darkness, to the point that he became a mere cardboard cutout once again, and all the world was safe. God flew away or blinked out, not sure which, and I was left alone in an attic with Darth Vader and a sense of peace.
The end
Friday, January 18, 2013
Trouble with Primitives to Zen
Is anyone else having trouble connecting to the Eliade website? I've been trying to get on this morning but I keep getting a connection error.
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
A semi-happy ending
So I think I've found one of the better stories with a happy ending. Finishing the story of Perseus I found myself, for once in this book, not feeling bad for the hero. This so far seems to be the only story in which the hero has his cake and gets to eat it too. This was refreshing because I have pretty much steeled myself to the fact that everyone in this bool is going to die horribly or be transformed into a tree/animal, so nice to see the good guy kill 200 people at his wedding and live to take down the Tyrant. Also after reading the blurb at the beginning of the book I had to google the statue of Perseus by Cellini to see if it lived up to my expectations, which it does.
Monday, January 14, 2013
Thoughts On the Book 01/14/13
Thoughts on the Book 01/14/13
I think one of the hardest things for me on this blog is going to be putting thoughts on the book down in a timely manner. With that said I'm going to try to sum up a lot of what I've read in as short a way possible.
I'm a pretty fast reader, and over the Christmas break I found myself without a book to read, which is a cardinal sin in my opinion. So I moseyed down to the bookstore and seeing that we only had one book to read for the semester I figured I'd jump into it head first.
One of the first books I ever remember falling in love with was this big book of Greek mythologies with pictures and stories that were absolutely fantastic and I was mesmerized by it.
This book really paved the way for my love of reading, which just to clarify extends to books that have stories and are enjoyable, I have a deep burning hatred for textbooks which are the bane of my existence at this point in time.
So lets get back to my original point, finding myself without a book I picked up Metamorphoses and began delving in to old and beloved stories. The first thing that really jumped out at me was the lack of Greek Names! I spent the first couple of stories in a days wondering who the hell these people were. Don't get me wrong I knew Juno=Hera, Bacchus=Dionysus, etc. but the absolute lack of familiarity of names really threw me a curve, it was like rehearing these stories all over again. I seriously went through the entire first book thinking Phoebus and Apollo were two different people and I think it just clicked for me yesterday that Jove was Zeus.
That being said though the stories are so familiar that the names really didn't matter, although the Glossary of the names in the back was a godsend, the basic idea/life of these stories remain the same and I look forward to hearing more about them in class and remembering them more as I read on in the book.
I think one of the hardest things for me on this blog is going to be putting thoughts on the book down in a timely manner. With that said I'm going to try to sum up a lot of what I've read in as short a way possible.
I'm a pretty fast reader, and over the Christmas break I found myself without a book to read, which is a cardinal sin in my opinion. So I moseyed down to the bookstore and seeing that we only had one book to read for the semester I figured I'd jump into it head first.
One of the first books I ever remember falling in love with was this big book of Greek mythologies with pictures and stories that were absolutely fantastic and I was mesmerized by it.
This book really paved the way for my love of reading, which just to clarify extends to books that have stories and are enjoyable, I have a deep burning hatred for textbooks which are the bane of my existence at this point in time.
So lets get back to my original point, finding myself without a book I picked up Metamorphoses and began delving in to old and beloved stories. The first thing that really jumped out at me was the lack of Greek Names! I spent the first couple of stories in a days wondering who the hell these people were. Don't get me wrong I knew Juno=Hera, Bacchus=Dionysus, etc. but the absolute lack of familiarity of names really threw me a curve, it was like rehearing these stories all over again. I seriously went through the entire first book thinking Phoebus and Apollo were two different people and I think it just clicked for me yesterday that Jove was Zeus.
That being said though the stories are so familiar that the names really didn't matter, although the Glossary of the names in the back was a godsend, the basic idea/life of these stories remain the same and I look forward to hearing more about them in class and remembering them more as I read on in the book.
Friday, January 11, 2013
Lecture Notes 01/09/2013
Looking over my notes from the first lecture I find that I pretty much have a random jumble of phrases, so in order not to sully the creative works of impromptu note taking I will just report them as is.
Mythologies 01/09/2013
-Mythos = Stories
-Mythology = The precedent behind all actions (as in what comes before)
- Useful to tell stories
In Ilo Tempore- In the great/big time
All stories
1. beginning
2. middle
3. end
Logos- The word, Anabases- Rises Up, Catabases- Down
Moses- He who is drawn from water
*Find a creation myth
Mythology = Mythos + Logos = True Stories
Mythologies 01/09/2013
-Mythos = Stories
-Mythology = The precedent behind all actions (as in what comes before)
- Useful to tell stories
In Ilo Tempore- In the great/big time
All stories
1. beginning
2. middle
3. end
Logos- The word, Anabases- Rises Up, Catabases- Down
Moses- He who is drawn from water
*Find a creation myth
Mythology = Mythos + Logos = True Stories
Creation Myths
The Norse Creation Myth
abstracted from The Prose Edda of Snorri Sturlusonby
D. L. Ashliman
© 1997-2010
Muspell
The first world to exist was Muspell, a place of light and heat whose flames are so hot that those who are not native to that land cannot endure it.Surt sits at Muspell's border, guarding the land with a flaming sword. At the end of the world he will vanquish all the gods and burn the whole world with fire.
Ginnungagap and Niflheim
Beyond Muspell lay the great and yawning void named Ginnungagap, and beyond Ginnungagap lay the dark, cold realm of Niflheim.Ice, frost, wind, rain and heavy cold emanated from Niflheim, meeting in Ginnungagap the soft air, heat, light, and soft air from Muspell.
Ymir
Where heat and cold met appeared thawing drops, and this running fluid grew into a giant frost ogre named Ymir.Frost ogres
Ymir slept, falling into a sweat. Under his left arm there grew a man and a woman. And one of his legs begot a son with the other. This was the beginning of the frost ogres.Audhumla
Thawing frost then became a cow called Audhumla. Four rivers of milk ran from her teats, and she fed Ymir.Buri, Bor, and Bestla
The cow licked salty ice blocks. After one day of licking, she freed a man's hair from the ice. After two days, his head appeared. On the third day the whole man was there. His name was Buri, and he was tall, strong, and handsome.Buri begot a son named Bor, and Bor married Bestla, the daughter of a giant.
Odin, Vili, and Vé
Bor and Bestla had three sons: Odin was the first, Vili the second, and Vé the third.It is believed that Odin, in association with his brothers, is the ruler of heaven and earth. He is the greatest and most famous of all men.
The death of Ymir
Odin, Vili, and Vé killed the giant Ymir.When Ymir fell, there issued from his wounds such a flood of blood, that all the frost ogres were drowned, except for the giant Bergelmir who escaped with his wife by climbing onto a lur [a hollowed-out tree trunk that could serve either as a boat or a coffin]. From them spring the families of frost ogres.
Earth, trees, and mountains
The sons of Bor then carried Ymir to the middle of Ginnungagap and made the world from him. From his blood they made the sea and the lakes; from his flesh the earth; from his hair the trees; and from his bones the mountains. They made rocks and pebbles from his teeth and jaws and those bones that were broken.Dwarfs
Maggots appeared in Ymir's flesh and came to life. By the decree of the gods they acquired human understanding and the appearance of men, although they lived in the earth and in rocks.Sky, clouds, and stars
From Ymir's skull the sons of Bor made the sky and set it over the earth with its four sides. Under each corner they put a dwarf, whose names are East, West, North, and South.The sons of Bor flung Ymir's brains into the air, and they became the clouds. Then they took the sparks and burning embers that were flying about after they had been blown out of Muspell, and placed them in the midst of Ginnungagap to give light to heaven above and earth beneath. To the stars they gave appointed places and paths. The earth was surrounded by a deep sea. The sons of Bor gave lands near the sea to the families of giants for their settlements.
Midgard
To protect themselves from the hostile giants, the sons of Bor built for themselves an inland stonghold, using Ymir's eyebrows. This stonghold they named Midgard.Ask and Embla
While walking along the sea shore the sons of Bor found two trees, and from them they created a man and a woman.Odin gave the man and the woman spirit and life. Vili gave them understanding and the power of movement. Vé gave them clothing and names. The man was named Ask [Ash] and the woman Embla [Elm?]. From Ask and Embla have sprung the races of men who lived in Midgard.
Asgard
In the middle of the world the sons of Bor built for themselves a stronghold named Asgard, called Troy by later generations. The gods and their kindred lived in Asgard, and many memorable events have happened there.In Asgard was a great hall named Hlidskjálf. Odin sat there on a high seat. From there he could look out over the whole world and see what everyone was doing. He understood everything that he saw.
Odin, Frigg, and the Æsir
Odin married Frigg, the daughter of Fjörgvin. From this family has come all the kindred that inhabited ancient Asgard and those kingdoms that belonged to it. Members of this family are called the Æsir, and they are all divinities. This must be the reason why Odin is called All-Father. He is the father of all the gods and men and of everything that he and his power created.Thor
The earth was Odin's daughter and his wife as well. By her he had his first son, Thor. Might and strength were Thor's characteristics. By these he dominates every living creature.Bifröst
As all informed people know, the gods built a bridge from earth to heaven called Bifröst. Some call it the rainbow. It has three colors and is very strong, made with more skill and cunning than other structures. But strong as it is, it will break when the sons of Muspell ride out over it. The gods are not to blame that this structure will then break. Bifröst is a good bridge, but there is nothing in this world that can be relied on when the sons of Muspell are on the warpath.Yggdrasil
The chief sanctuary of the gods is by the ash tree Yggdrasil. There they hold their daily court. Yggdrasil is the best and greatest of all trees. Its branches spread out over the whole world and reach up over heaven.- Link to the full text of The Prose Edda: Snorri Sturluson, The Prose Edda, translated from the Icelandic by Arthur
Gilchrist Brodeur (New York: American-Scandinavian Foundation, 1916). In this
translation the creation story, as abstracted above, is found on pages 17-30.
- Return to D. L. Ashliman's folktexts, a library of folktales, folklore, fairy
tales, and mythology.
Revised February 17, 2010. http://www.pitt.edu/~dash/creation.html
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