Well its been good knowin all ya'll
Thanks Charity, I really did enjoy the class and now I am a writing major so i may see ya roundabout sumtime then in the next few semesters.
One last piece for any fiend of grades: Don't work too hard otherwise yullll just end up hatin' it.
"how do you feel?" one asked
"like and Empty Conch nestled in billions of grains while the night sea foam slowly laps into me.
how do you think?" two whispered
"as a Dusty wet Moth drying its fresh opened wings" one thought
"how do you Starve?"
"i am a Rat in a Dumpster with no teeth." two spoke hollowly
"cool"
"yeah"
"how do you Live?" two asked
"just as the last Brown autumn Leaf does when it is finally covered with first winter's snow."
"i See"
"how?"
"the jewel center of Nothing"
"the Empty spot between the stars?"
"yes"
"mee too"
Have a great summer everyone, comment on this? One final hoooorrrrraaahhh? No?
"i See you see"
Friday, April 29, 2011
Thursday, April 28, 2011
O class presentations!
Is anyone else bored of the hero's journey? Dear sweet god of presentations please halt such activity of repetition by the dull blade of Campbell's reiteration in this class. IT'S TRUE THE JOURNEY OF THE HERO IS EVERYWHERE BUT PLEASE NO MAS PARA MI SALUD Y TODOS LAS PERSONAS EN LA CLASSE.
See ya'll Friday with some awesome shit to bring our class out of chaos. Let's crack that shell and see if we can find something more.
¡Peaceeeeeeeeee y salud!
See ya'll Friday with some awesome shit to bring our class out of chaos. Let's crack that shell and see if we can find something more.
¡Peaceeeeeeeeee y salud!
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Ishtar by Judith Wright
When I first saw a woman after childbirth
the room was full of your glance who had just gone away.
And when the mare was bearing her foal
you were with her but I did not see your face.
When in fear I became a woman
I first felt your hand
When the shadow of the future first fell across me
it was your shadow, my grave and hooded attendant.
It is all one whether I deny or affirm you;
it is not my mind you are concerned with,
It is no matter whether I submit or rebel;
the event will happen.
You neither know nor care for the truth of my heart;
but the truth of my body has all to do with you.
You have no need of my thoughts or my hopes,
living in the realm of the absolute event.
Then why is it that when I at last see your face
under that hood of slate-blue, so calm and dark,
so worn with the burden of an inexpressible knowledge—
why is that I begin to worship you with tears?
the room was full of your glance who had just gone away.
And when the mare was bearing her foal
you were with her but I did not see your face.
When in fear I became a woman
I first felt your hand
When the shadow of the future first fell across me
it was your shadow, my grave and hooded attendant.
It is all one whether I deny or affirm you;
it is not my mind you are concerned with,
It is no matter whether I submit or rebel;
the event will happen.
You neither know nor care for the truth of my heart;
but the truth of my body has all to do with you.
You have no need of my thoughts or my hopes,
living in the realm of the absolute event.
Then why is it that when I at last see your face
under that hood of slate-blue, so calm and dark,
so worn with the burden of an inexpressible knowledge—
why is that I begin to worship you with tears?
Monday, April 25, 2011
whatayathinkothis
John Ashbery - At North Farm
Somewhere someone is traveling furiously toward you,
At incredible speed, traveling day and night,
Through blizzards and desert heat, across torrents,
through narrow passes.
But will he know where to find you,
Recognize you when he sees you,
Give you the thing he has for you?
Hardly anything grows here,
Yet the granaries are bursting with meal,
The sacks of meal piled to the rafters.
The streams run with sweetness, fattening fish;
Birds darken the sky. Is it enough
That the dish of milk is set out at night,
That we think of him sometimes,
Sometimes and always, with mixed feelings?
At incredible speed, traveling day and night,
Through blizzards and desert heat, across torrents,
through narrow passes.
But will he know where to find you,
Recognize you when he sees you,
Give you the thing he has for you?
Hardly anything grows here,
Yet the granaries are bursting with meal,
The sacks of meal piled to the rafters.
The streams run with sweetness, fattening fish;
Birds darken the sky. Is it enough
That the dish of milk is set out at night,
That we think of him sometimes,
Sometimes and always, with mixed feelings?
Any mythy businassss shamnyone?
great poemmm
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Friday, April 1, 2011
Thursday, March 31, 2011
10 O'clock Threshold
I believe, or think, that a trickster waits for you every morning. I have vowed to never take a class before 10 again. It is hell to get up for a class before then, but an 11 O'clock class may be worse. It seems that when you wake up before 10, it is still the morning and an easier motivation takes place inside where it is far easier to leave the warmth of my somewhat cave in the basement, hidden from the upstairs. But waking after 10, it seems so much more delightful to stay in the wrappings of fleece and cotton and find Orpheus again before the light of Helios strikes my Iris harder. So therefore, at least for my self, a 10 O'clock threshold exists, and you must beat the trickster to 10 O'clock or he will dust your eyes into dreams of sweet horror, which in turn, causes you to miss class.
have a righteous day
have a righteous day
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Italy!
Hey everybody! I'm in Italy!
I hope everyone is having a wonderful break; I visited the Uffizi yesterday and saw Michelangelo's Testa di Medusa and it is my favorite piece by him. It's painted on a shield! OOOOooooooo I wonder why?
I bet you can guess.
I hope everyone is having a wonderful break; I visited the Uffizi yesterday and saw Michelangelo's Testa di Medusa and it is my favorite piece by him. It's painted on a shield! OOOOooooooo I wonder why?
I bet you can guess.
Monday, February 28, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Hercules
Wouldn't it be bizarre if your dad was the God? Or if a centaur, Nessus, tried to rape your wife? I guess you better be at least a demi-god.
A section I found interesting is, when Hercules has crossed the river Evenus and catches Nessus about to the dirty, Hercules says, "To what unhappy end will that misplaced self-confidence of yours to betray you, rapist?--Yes i mean you, double-dealing Nessus! Listen, don't interfere with what is mine--if not for the respect you ought to show me, then for the memory of Ixion, your father, who lies bound upon a wheel for all eternity--the price he paid for his attempting a FORBIDDEN RAPE."
Does this mean in our ancestors believed that there is a rape that exists that is allowed by not only the gods but humankind themselves, if and only if there is a forbidden type of rape, does an allowed rape exist?
Seems somewhat strange, but obviously Zues-Jupiter-Jove has his way with anyone.
A section I found interesting is, when Hercules has crossed the river Evenus and catches Nessus about to the dirty, Hercules says, "To what unhappy end will that misplaced self-confidence of yours to betray you, rapist?--Yes i mean you, double-dealing Nessus! Listen, don't interfere with what is mine--if not for the respect you ought to show me, then for the memory of Ixion, your father, who lies bound upon a wheel for all eternity--the price he paid for his attempting a FORBIDDEN RAPE."
Does this mean in our ancestors believed that there is a rape that exists that is allowed by not only the gods but humankind themselves, if and only if there is a forbidden type of rape, does an allowed rape exist?
Seems somewhat strange, but obviously Zues-Jupiter-Jove has his way with anyone.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Fast paced mythology quiz that really tests your knows and know-nots
http://thinks.com/trivia/greek_myth.htm
Fun Facts!
Hades is uncle of more than half the Gods.
The myths say Atlas held up the sky or the heavens, but Atlas is shown in art as holding up the earth.
Hera’s sacred animals were the cow and the peacock.
The myths say Atlas held up the sky or the heavens, but Atlas is shown in art as holding up the earth.
Hera’s sacred animals were the cow and the peacock.
Daedalus made a realistic cow costume. |
Monday, February 14, 2011
Bonjour
hah this is pretty good if you are uncertain about somethings... Just ask the oracle!
http://www.godchecker.com/oracle/consult.php
http://www.godchecker.com/oracle/consult.php
Hola
haha thought is was kind funny. Charon is one of my more favorite mythological characters, bring a coing and dont drink the Styx.
http://www.atrium-media.com/images/charon2-fr.jpg here's the link if it's wiggin out.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Death
Today the topic of death arose in class, Monday Jan. 31, 2011.
Ms. Charity said that we all have this want to keep going through time, the will to live, and how we have a sense somewhere in our psyche that we feel we will not die and live forever. Death itself is something unexplainable (this is why heavens and hells are created in mythology so we think we can hold some idea of our first darkness, before birth, then the light we see, and the return to the darkness which we try to perceive) as with its partner, life, for which neither can exist without the other, so what happened first birth? Or the death of something?
And straying back to the thought of everyone wanting to keep living, this is something that I do not completely agree with. The literature, that exists on the topic of death reveals the "ball-and-chain" of life, and shows how this idea of death lives. Obviously there are suicides which is a clear indication that people don't want to go on living, but what about people who don't kill themselves because there are obligations that can be "miles" long, but long for everlasting sleep?
A poem by Robert Frost:
Truly a beautiful piece of art.
Another few questions: Have you ever not turned the lights on at night, just because it is an illusion of the real darkness outside? What about vagrancy, can it be a right way to live with so many burdens balanced on the shoulders of a human inside society, because simply one doesn't need explanation, just life is explanation enough and not knowing is a wisdom inside itself?
Ms. Charity said that we all have this want to keep going through time, the will to live, and how we have a sense somewhere in our psyche that we feel we will not die and live forever. Death itself is something unexplainable (this is why heavens and hells are created in mythology so we think we can hold some idea of our first darkness, before birth, then the light we see, and the return to the darkness which we try to perceive) as with its partner, life, for which neither can exist without the other, so what happened first birth? Or the death of something?
And straying back to the thought of everyone wanting to keep living, this is something that I do not completely agree with. The literature, that exists on the topic of death reveals the "ball-and-chain" of life, and shows how this idea of death lives. Obviously there are suicides which is a clear indication that people don't want to go on living, but what about people who don't kill themselves because there are obligations that can be "miles" long, but long for everlasting sleep?
A poem by Robert Frost:
Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
What do you guys think this poem is all about?
The woods are lovely, dark and deep. Wow. The slow snow falling is hypnotizing in its silence and sweeping, so why would the horse think it's queer to stop in such a place? And why does he go on, and what does this man truly want but has miles to go before he sleeps, miles to go before he sleeps.
Another few questions: Have you ever not turned the lights on at night, just because it is an illusion of the real darkness outside? What about vagrancy, can it be a right way to live with so many burdens balanced on the shoulders of a human inside society, because simply one doesn't need explanation, just life is explanation enough and not knowing is a wisdom inside itself?
the end of the world
if this pic fails here is the link
http://www.dependablerenegade.com/.a/6a00d8341bf82953ef0147e1f65a8d970b-pi
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Have you ever wondered?
Does it seem sometime, that you may wonder, about where the pea came from floating in your soup? Or where the stitching on your shirt wove?
Long ago a lone man sat on a lone mountain in a lively valley. He wondered; how could such a stew could exist. The beasts below, the giants, lived off blood and eyes other creatures. Every day the giants held a slaughter of anything to cross the valley and boiled the blood in massive cauldrons fueled by massive pines; however giants they may be, were frightened at the mass of the mountains. The god Carnus
loved the sparagmos that stained his bloody plain, but Vegia, goddess of the earth was at irk with the giants and the vulgarness displayed everyday. Knowing the world and its creatures well she went to the lone mountain in the middle of the valley to seek a hero. Killius Biggus sat alone naked pondering many things when he felt a small tap on his head. He looked down and there was a small green ball. At first, frightened, he kept his distance until a voice spoke through the green ball, "Come", it said softly. The balled rolled around the mountain and he followed it to a small cave that it crept into. To his amazement and delight, Vegia stood in the middle of the cave wearing a bright red gown. Killius fell to his knees and sent prayers to her. She lifted him, opened his hand and dropped the small green ball into his hand.
"Take this to the bloody cauldrons on the darkest night and drop it in without an eye on you". Still in awe he was speechless and merely shivered a nod.
The next day the giants had a roaring party filled with wine blubber and blood that lasted to the late night.
Killius acted quickly for the giants had raged into the night and finally slumbered deep, but there was little time before the sun god would pull his fire high. Killius scaled the mountain and lurked to the stew still warm and bubbling he plopped the green ball in and returned to his mountain home.
The next day, that Killius had slept through much of, the giants lay dead having eaten the stew in their own blood scattered in the fields; and in time the blood soaked the earth and gave birth to the pea pod and out of the giants' hair came the lamb. Now able to prosper, Killius could eat and cloth himself with his golden fields and wooly sheep.
Then Vegia sent him a super hot wife and a sweet house and some other hot women to work around the place and do stuff for him that he didnt want to do. then she sent him a really nice sports car and more women. And if you ever wondered why women dont like doing things for you its because they are evil forms of Carnus whose mother was named Sassasaurus.
-Tanman
Long ago a lone man sat on a lone mountain in a lively valley. He wondered; how could such a stew could exist. The beasts below, the giants, lived off blood and eyes other creatures. Every day the giants held a slaughter of anything to cross the valley and boiled the blood in massive cauldrons fueled by massive pines; however giants they may be, were frightened at the mass of the mountains. The god Carnus
loved the sparagmos that stained his bloody plain, but Vegia, goddess of the earth was at irk with the giants and the vulgarness displayed everyday. Knowing the world and its creatures well she went to the lone mountain in the middle of the valley to seek a hero. Killius Biggus sat alone naked pondering many things when he felt a small tap on his head. He looked down and there was a small green ball. At first, frightened, he kept his distance until a voice spoke through the green ball, "Come", it said softly. The balled rolled around the mountain and he followed it to a small cave that it crept into. To his amazement and delight, Vegia stood in the middle of the cave wearing a bright red gown. Killius fell to his knees and sent prayers to her. She lifted him, opened his hand and dropped the small green ball into his hand.
"Take this to the bloody cauldrons on the darkest night and drop it in without an eye on you". Still in awe he was speechless and merely shivered a nod.
The next day the giants had a roaring party filled with wine blubber and blood that lasted to the late night.
Killius acted quickly for the giants had raged into the night and finally slumbered deep, but there was little time before the sun god would pull his fire high. Killius scaled the mountain and lurked to the stew still warm and bubbling he plopped the green ball in and returned to his mountain home.
The next day, that Killius had slept through much of, the giants lay dead having eaten the stew in their own blood scattered in the fields; and in time the blood soaked the earth and gave birth to the pea pod and out of the giants' hair came the lamb. Now able to prosper, Killius could eat and cloth himself with his golden fields and wooly sheep.
Then Vegia sent him a super hot wife and a sweet house and some other hot women to work around the place and do stuff for him that he didnt want to do. then she sent him a really nice sports car and more women. And if you ever wondered why women dont like doing things for you its because they are evil forms of Carnus whose mother was named Sassasaurus.
-Tanman
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Enuma Elish
What is of the hatred for Tiamat? Is she not the nourisher of all life and mother of the earth? I find it strange that so much anger is pushed towards a goddess such as Tiamat, because in the beginning once Ea is born, the "children gods" seem to party without rest that upsets Tiamat, Aspu and Mummu. Mummu and Aspu desire to destroy the offending gods while Tiamat, the goddess and mother of the earth requests that we must try to be understanding. However, one the other gods are notified of Aspu's plan of destruction Ea, grandson to Tiamat, kills Aspu and leads Mummu where he please by a rope in his nose. Tiamat is spared but later tempered by the tempests of Anu where she is finally driven to evil. These people worshiped Marduk who is the son of Ea and Damkina, and was made more twice as powerful than any other god.
Now my questions are why would people choose to worship a god, who yes sparked their creation, but who killed his mother because she had endured an uncomfortable life since her children thought it was polite to do what they felt? Is it because out of fear and terror they worship Marduk? Is it out of humankind's reverence for hostility and violence that still today shows itself across our mother earth(Tiamat)? So why would man choose to worship a god that to my own eyes seem unjust in actions? Perhaps it is that man should have never been created if we were created from hate and greed.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Dionysus
Thank GOD for Dionysus and his everlasting bottles of fun. His fat ass always makes it as well as his own. People could learn a lil from Dionysus, drink and dont worry so much about all the crap this society tries to make you bear, just live life by the drop.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
First Day
I have a two hour break between classes and I was just sitting around so I made this. It's overly cool and beyond the beyond's beyond. I like the Hindu lookin' head thing thought it was nice, because they kept sassin' that my pictures were too big but they were taken on my iphone so I dunno what the deal is. im sure there will be no posts on this, possibly (MISS/MRS?) K will see what's going on cause I did this pretty quick.
See ya in class,
Tan-man
See ya in class,
Tan-man
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