TGF zice: “ Aia cu daco-romanii ii cea mai tare dintre toate. Oameni invizibili, probabil au stat prin păduri 1000 de ani ...”

Eu zic: “N-ai tu idee cat au pribegit dacii prin valea tineretii fara batranete a lui Ispirescu. Păcat ca le-a venit dorul de brânză si varză si s-au întors pe meleagurile carpatine.”
I love these stories for their conciseness, abstractness, mythological references and contemporary relevance as well.
Der Geier

Es war ein Geier, der hackte in meine Füße. Stiefel und Strümpfe hatte er schon aufgerissen, nun hackte er schon in die Füße selbst. Immer schlug er zu, flog dann unruhig mehrmals um mich und setzte dann die Arbeit fort. Es kam ein Herr vorüber, sah ein Weilchen zu und fragte dann, warum ich den Geier dulde. »Ich bin ja wehrlos«, sagte ich, »er kam und fing zu hacken an, da wollte ich ihn natürlich wegtreiben, versuchte ihn sogar zu würgen, aber ein solches Tier hat große Kräfte, auch wollte er mir schon ins Gesicht springen, da opferte ich lieber die Füße. Nun sind sie schon fast zerrissen.« »Daß Sie sich so quälen lassen«, sagte der Herr, »ein Schuß und der Geier ist erledigt.« »Ist das so?« fragte ich, »und wollen Sie das besorgen?« »Gern«, sagte der Herr, »ich muß nur nach Hause gehn und mein Gewehr holen. Können Sie noch eine halbe Stunde warten?« »Das weiß ich nicht«, sagte ich und stand eine Weile starr vor Schmerz, dann sagte ich: »Bitte, versuchen Sie es für jeden Fall.« »Gut«, sagte der Herr, »ich werde mich beeilen.« Der Geier hatte während des Gespräches ruhig zugehört und die Blicke zwischen mir und dem Herrn wandern lassen. Jetzt sah ich, daß er alles verstanden hatte, er flog auf, weit beugte er sich zurück, um genug Schwung zu bekommen und stieß dann wie ein Speerwerfer den Schnabel durch meinen Mund tief in mich. Zurückfallend fühlte ich befreit, wie er in meinem alle Tiefen füllenden, alle Ufer überfließenden Blut unrettbar ertrank.
The Vulture

A vulture was hacking at my feet. It had already torn my boots and stockings to shreds, now it was hacking at the feet themselves. Again and again it struck at them, then circled several times restlessly round me, then returned to continue its work. A gentleman passed by, looked on for a while, then asked me why I suffered the vulture. "I'm helpless," I said. "When it came and began to attack me, I of course tried to drive it away, even to strangle it, but these animals are very strong, it was about to spring at my face, but I preferred to sacrifice my feet. Now they are almost torn to bits." "Fancy letting yourself be tortured like this!" said the gentleman. "One shot and that's the end of the vulture." "Really?" I said. "And would you do that?" "With pleasure," said the gentleman, "I've only got to go home and get my gun. Could you wait another half hour?" "I'm not sure about that." said I, and stood for a moment rigid with pain. Then I said: "Do try it in any case, please." "Very well," said the gentleman, "I'll be as quick as I can." During this conversation the vulture had been calmly listening, letting its eye rove between me and the gentleman. Now I realized that it had understood everything; it took wing, leaned far back to gain impetus, and then, like a javelin thrower, thrust its beak through my mouth, deep into me. Falling back, I was relieved to feel him drowning irretrievably in my blood, which was filling every depth, flooding every shore.
PROMETHEUS

Von Prometheus berichten vier Sagen:

Nach der ersten wurde er, weil er die Götter an die Menschen verraten hatte, am Kaukasus festgeschmiedet, und die Götter schickten Adler, die von seiner immer wachsenden Leber fraßen.

Nach der zweiten drückte sich Prometheus im Schmerz vor den zuhackenden Schnäbeln immer tiefer in den Felsen, bis er mit ihm eins wurde.

Nach der dritten wurde in den Jahrtausenden sein Verrat vergessen, die Götter vergaßen, die Adler, er selbst.

Nach der vierten wurde man des grundlos Gewordenen müde. Die Götter wurden müde, die Adler wurden müde, die Wunde schloß sich müde.

Blieb das unerklärliche Felsgebirge. – Die Sage versucht das Unerklärliche zu erklären. Da sie aus einem Wahrheitsgrund kommt, muß sie wieder im Unerklärlichen enden.
PROMETHEUS

Four legends tell of Prometheus:

According to the first, because he had betrayed the gods to the people, he was forged in the Caucasus, and the gods sent eagles to eat his ever-growing liver.

After the second, Prometheus pressed himself deeper and deeper into the rock in pain in front of the pecking beaks until he became one with it.

After the third, his betrayal was forgotten over the millennia, the gods forgot, the eagles, he himself.

After the fourth, they grew tired of what had become groundless. The gods grew tired, the eagles grew tired, the wound closed wearily.

What remained was the inexplicable rocky mountains. – The legend tries to explain the inexplicable. Since it comes from a ground of truth, it must again end in the inexplicable.

Sources: wikisource, deutschunterlagen.com, archive.org
Denis wrote: “We are going through a time when the founding myths of the world order are no longer meaningful or relevant to the people. The constitution is just one diety among a pantheon of foundation myth deities which include: WW2 as existential good vs bad, individualism, rationalism, and the idea of economy itself. These gods have fewer believers than before.”

The foundation myths are as always just another short cycle on the wheel of history not unlike the Greek Titans: not the first nor the last. On the current (Western) myths themselves, the central one, [Abrahamic] God, has been evaporating very slowly since Enlightenment and Nietzsche even put it starkly in writing over 100 years ago, yet YHWH (or its many variations) is stubborn and it mutates and spreads as fast as any prophylactics are thrown at it (i.e. 84% of 2010 world population is religious).

The sad part is that most if not all people have a godsupernatural-shaped hole in their heart that is always yearning to be filled. For most people, the need is usually fulfilled with make-believe stuff, from the most primitive (e.g. animism, cargo cultism or sadly some other random -ism) to the most complex (e.g. major religions with their many colourful feathers, mesmerizing song and dance and their crafty and finely polished long-con sells around guilt and The Great Leveller). For few, the need is filled by taking down as many curtains as possible and looking behind them, even at the risk of ultimately finding nothing or a disappointing something at the root of it all (e.g. the Big Bang(s), Maya/grand simulation, a lab tech who forgot about one of his mail-order kit experiments).

Medusa myth

Aug. 5th, 2024 10:13 pm
Pentru mine, mitul Meduzei reprezintă succint violența imediată, prezentă și viitoare a societății care a "evoluat" agresiv si neiertător de la matriarhat la patriarhat, de la colectivism la egoism, de la animism si politeism la un monoteism șovin darwinist, de la yin la yang, de la armonie si respect pt natură la răpirea naturii in mod repetat si iremediabil.

The Timeless Myth of Medusa, a Rape Victim Turned Into a Monster

Fast forward to the French Revolution, and for a while, Medusa became a force for change. Jacobin rebels displayed her as an emblem of “French Liberty,” subverting the demonic symbol into a means by which to undermine the establishment. Meanwhile, Romantics like Percy Bysshe Shelley moved far beyond other 19th century representations. The poet was so inspired by his visit to the Uffizi that he penned a tribute, undoing the patriarchal framing that had made Medusa a symbol of horror. Once rid of the fearful and vilifying male gaze, we can recover Medusa’s “grace” and “mailed radiance,” rendering her human once more.

In her 1975 manifesto The Laugh of the Medusa, the feminist theorist Hélène Cixous asserts that man created the monstrous legacy of Medusa through fear of female desire. If, she argued, they dared to “look at the Medusa straight on,” they would see that “she is not deadly, she’s beautiful and she’s laughing.” By documenting their experiences, Cixous wrote, women can deconstruct the sexist biases that portray the female body as a threat. After centuries of silence, conversations about rape culture began to restore Medusa’s voice.

It’s easy to see why Cixous’ manifesto resonated far and wide. The story of a powerful woman raped, demonized, then slain by a patriarchal society? It seems less of an ancient myth than a modern reality. As pointed out in scholar Elizabeth Johnston's November 2016 Atlantic essay, "The Original 'Nasty Woman'", the way Medusa has resurfaced in recent election cycles also points to the pervasiveness of misogyny: Angela Merkel, Theresa May, and Hillary Clinton have all received the Medusa treatment lately, their features superimposed onto bloody, severed heads. One popular caricature even shows a Perseus-Trump, brandishing the head of his electoral adversary.

When it comes to silencing women, Western culture has had thousands of years of practice. And throughout much of that time, Medusa has consistently been used to "demonize" female leaders, as Johnston writes, "materializing whenever male authority feels threatened by female agency."

What’s clear from the changing faces of Medusa is that there is no universal truth to her myth. Beautiful victim, monstrous villain, powerful deity—she’s all of those things, and more besides. Perhaps it’s that mercurial nature that makes her an endless source of fascination. She is, in a sense, a site for our collective projections of both fear and desire: simultaneously a symbol of women’s rage and a figure sexualized by the very patriarchal forces she is seeking vengeance against.
Mitul atemporal al Medusei, o victimă a violului transformată într-un monstru

Avansează rapid până la Revoluția Franceză și pentru o vreme, Medusa a devenit o forță pentru schimbare. Rebelii iacobini au arătat-o ​​ca o emblemă a „libertății franceze”, subminând simbolul demonic într-un mijloc prin care să submineze instituția. Între timp, romanticii precum Percy Bysshe Shelley au depășit cu mult alte reprezentări din secolul al XIX-lea. Poetul a fost atât de inspirat de vizita sa la Uffizi, încât a scris un omagiu, anulând încadrarea patriarhală care făcuse din Medusa un simbol al ororii. Odată scăpată de privirea bărbătească înfricoșătoare și denigratoare, putem recupera „grația” și „strălucirea transmisă” Medusei, făcând-o din nou umană.

În manifestul ei din 1975 The Laugh of the Medusa, teoreticianul feminist Hélène Cixous afirmă că bărbatul a creat moștenirea monstruoasă a Medusei prin frica de dorința feminină. Dacă, a argumentat ea, ar îndrăzni să „se uite direct la Medusa”, ar vedea că „nu este mortală, este frumoasă și râde”. Documentându-și experiențele, a scris Cixous, femeile pot deconstrui părtinirile sexiste care înfățișează corpul feminin ca pe o amenințare. După secole de tăcere, conversațiile despre cultura violului au început să restabilească vocea Medusei.

Este ușor de înțeles de ce manifestul lui Cixous a rezonat în toată lumea. Povestea unei femei puternice violată, demonizată, apoi ucisă de o societate patriarhală? Pare mai puțin un mit antic decât o realitate modernă. După cum s-a subliniat în eseul savantului Elizabeth Johnston din noiembrie 2016, „The Original 'Nasty Woman'”, modul în care Medusa a reapărut în ultimele cicluri electorale indică, de asemenea, caracterul omniprezent al misoginiei: Angela Merkel, Theresa May și Hillary Clinton au primit toate. tratamentul cu Medusa din ultimul timp, trăsăturile lor suprapuse pe capete însângerate, tăiate. O caricatură populară arată chiar un Perseus-Trump, ținând capul adversarului său electoral.

Când vine vorba de reducerea la tăcere a femeilor, cultura occidentală a avut mii de ani de practică. Și în mare parte a acelui timp, Medusa a fost folosită în mod constant pentru a „demoniza” liderii de sex feminin, așa cum scrie Johnston, „materializându-se ori de câte ori autoritatea masculină se simte amenințată de agenția feminină”.

Ceea ce este clar din fețele în schimbare ale Medusei este că nu există un adevăr universal în mitul ei. Victimă frumoasă, răufăcător monstruos, zeitate puternică - ea este toate acele lucruri și multe altele. Poate că acea natură mercurială o face o sursă nesfârșită de fascinație. Ea este, într-un fel, un locus pentru proiecțiile noastre colective atât ale fricii, cât și ale dorinței: simultan un simbol al furiei femeilor și o figură sexualizată de forțele patriarhale împotriva cărora caută să se răzbune.
Listened to KQED interview with Lizzie Stark, the author of Egg: A Dozen Ovatures. She mentioned the world/cosmic egg myth motif and that her oophorectomy triggered some too much/not enough cowbell (see SNL's 2000 Chris Walken/Will Ferrell cowbell skit). While looking for the book online, I stumbled upon Andy Weir's wonderful short story The Egg, the best ontological syncretic myth I ever read.

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