Thesis: To consider what the chance intersection of ideal beauty and intellectual confusion would mean in determining the fate of Earth. Phase 1: While touring San Francisco, I stayed at the Sir Francis Drake. The bartenders were adequate. Phase 2: I began a blog. I learned romance might exist, but depends upon whether a man and a woman can tread the maze individually and reach its center at the exact same instant in time. Phase 3: The center comes and goes as if it were a mirage.
This photograph
might upset some people and, very probably, offend a few. Never-the-less, it is
here. The hunter will remain anonymous other than being identified as a Dakota
acquaintance of mine. He is an unapologetic and a skilled hunter and recently
took this elk with bow and arrow on the western side of the state. Off the top
of my head, I am not sure why I am running this photograph other than to point
out not all hunting in the United States is done with firearms and there are
plenty of individuals around who are skilled archers and do or did hunt that
way -- myself included. There even are a few who hunt with a spear where it is
legal.
In most respects
I am anti-hunting, but having once "lived" for hunting I understand it and I
accept it and I try to get along with anyone and everyone to a degree. One way
or another, I miss hunting, but at the same time hope I never will hunt again.
I also believe in the axiom of treating others the way I wish to be treated and
try to practice it during my "walk through life." Toss those elements into a
mixer and the result is a "live and let live" cocktail.
There usually is
a link of sorts between the illustrations / the words / the music. The
connection today is subtle. The first piece is Rocknmob performing Jon
Bon Jovi's, "Livin' on a Prayer," in Moscow this past May. Most of the
participants are Russians, many of them with the first name Vladimir, none of
them with the last name Putin. Hmmmm .... possibly there is hope. The second piece is George Harrison's, "What Is
Life," and is a very astute allegory on life, limited only by the imagination and the experience of the viewer. The dancers are Emma Rubinowitz and Esteban Hernandez of the San
Francisco Ballet. It seemed symbolically appropriate to me that at one point
Emma dances by a military cemetery -- certainly a very real element of life.
This inscribed brick
found among building rubble in Greece bears a portion of Homer's epic poem,
"The Odyssey" .... Book 14, Lines 1–13, to be precise. The event
described took place in the neighbourhood of 1200 BCE (Before Christian Era) and was not written about
until a few hundred years after that time. This excerpt has been dated to no
more recent times than the third century AD (Anno Domini), making it the oldest copy yet to
be found in Greece. Copyright: Hellenic Ministry of Culture and
Sports/Archaeological Receipta Fund & Ephorate of Antiquities of
Olympia.
A lost edition of "The Odyssey"
By way of explanation, in Homer's "Odyssey," Eumaeus is the
first mortal that Odysseus meets upon his return to Ithaca after being absent
20 years -- 10 for the Trojan War and another 10 making his way back home.
Eumaeus
was Odysseus's swineherd and friend. Although he does not recognize his old
master -- Odysseus was in disguise as a beggar -- and has misgivings, Eumaeus
treats Odysseus well, offering food and shelter although he thinks the man is
an indigent.
The
father of Eumaeus was Ktesios, a son of Ormenos who was the king of an island
called Syra. When he was a young child a Phoenician sailor seduced his nurse, a
slave, who agreed to bring the child among other treasures in exchange for help
in her escape.
The nurse was killed by Artemis on the journey by sea, but the sailors
continued to Ithaca where Odysseus' father, Laertes, bought the child as a
slave. Eumaeus was brought up with Odysseus and his sister, Ctimene, and was
treated by Anticleia, their mother, almost as Ctimene's equal.
The
following segment was written by Daniel Weiss, a senior editor at Archaeology
magazine, and appears here as it did in that publication.
By Daniel Weiss
When
an inscribed brick was first found amid a heap of discarded building material
in a village outside the sanctuary of Zeus at Olympia, it appeared to be
nothing special. Now, to researchers' great surprise, they have learned it
contains an excerpt from "The Odyssey," the epic poem that tells of
the Greek hero Odysseus' ten-year journey following the Trojan War.
The poem, which relates events of
the twelfth century B.C., is thought to have been composed in the eighth
century B.C. and was first written down in the sixth century B.C. Based on the
style of its lettering, researchers have dated the newly discovered excerpt to
the third century A.D. at the latest. They believe it is likely the oldest
inscribed section of, "The Odyssey," ever found in Greece.
The inscription consists of
the first 13 verses of the poem's 14th book, in which Odysseus finally
returns home to Ithaca, where he is reunited with his trusted swineherd,
Eumaeus.
"I think the brick was inscribed
at some point, and later it was used for construction," says Erofili-Iris
Kolia, director of the Ephorate of Antiquities of Ilia. Kolia adds that, in her
opinion, the inscription was originally commissioned by a landowner in Olympia
who fancied himself a latter-day Odysseus.
The inscription on the
rock:
But Odysseus went up
from the harbor by the rough path up over the woodland and through the heights
to the place where Athena had showed him that he would find the noble
swineherd, who cared for his property above all the slaves that noble Odysseus
had acquired.
He found him sitting
in front of his house, where his court was built high in a place with a wide
view, a beautiful great court with an open space around it. This the swineherd
had himself built for the swine of his master that was gone, without the knowledge
of his mistress and the old man Laertes. With huge stones he had built it, and
set on it a coping of thorn. Without, he had driven stakes the whole length,
this way and that, huge stakes ....
Italian historical painter Giovanni Battista Castello,
better known as Il Bergamasco to avoid confusion with another artist whose
name was identical, created this fresco of Odysseus and his son Telemachus and the goddess
Pallas Athene and two household servants slaying the "suitors" of his wife,
Penelope. The fresco was completed in 1560 at the Villa Pallavicino delle
Peschiere in Genoa.
In the instance of books, it is
an easy question for me to answer as long as I do not have to mention my
all-time, very favorite among all the books I ever have read. I do not think I
could do that and I have no desire to try. But, I can easily name the two or
three or four which would contend for the title of my ultimate favorite.
Two of them are, "The Odyssey,"
by the poet Homer and, "Centennial," by novelist and short story writer James Michener.
The determining factor is
simple. Many of the books I have read since I was a boy are among those I now
own and I write the dates of the reading inside of them (in some cases,
educated estimates). Books from libraries are not in the running because if
they were fascinating enough for me to want to read them again, I would have
bought a copy later. I might add that I seldom buy a book unless I have first
read it or know of it from other sources and "admire" it.
Count the number of times I have
read a book and you easily can know which are among my favorites.
It also is not unusual for me
to own "a few" copies of my favorites and to carry one or more of them
with me when I travel. Which brings me back on point.
To offer a snynopsis of Homer's "Odyssey," it
is the story of Odysseus (called Ulysses, by some), who is the king of Ithaca and
his ten-year journey to return home after the ten-year Trojan War, which took
place sometime around 1200 BCE (Before Christian Era).
Along the return journey, Odysseus
encounters all manner of obstacles, ranging from the Cyclops Polyphemus, who
captures the crew and eats a few; to the song of the Sirens, which cause men to
sail their ships onto rocks and destruction; to the spell of the sorceress,
Circe, with whom he has two sons; to the idyllic beauty of Nausicaa, and her
unrequited love for him; to the charms of the enchantress, Calypso, who keeps
him her "prisoner of love" on the island of Ogygia for seven of those ten years.
Upon his return, he finds his
palace overrun by wastrel noblemen who are vying for marriage to Penelope, the
presumed widow of Odysseus. One of the suitors, Antinous, plans to assassinate
the son of Odysseus, Telemachus, eliminating the only opposition to their
dominion over the palace
One of the most alluring
elements of the tale, to me, is when Penelope tells the suitors she will marry
the man among the 108 suitors who can string the bow of Odysseus and shoot an arrow
through twelve axe heads. Several try and fail. Odysseus, disguised as a
beggar, asks to try and succeeds. Then begins a "wonderful," pitched, revenge
battle in which Odysseus, Telemachus, two servants and the goddess, Pallas
Athene, disguised as Mentor, a family friend, kill all but two of the suitors.
Odysseus and Penelope later
adjourn to their "bridal bed" which, reminiscent of "tree of life" mythology, is
made from an olive tree around which the house is built.
Troy was a city located in antiquity
in what was then known as Asia Minor, now as Anatolia in modern Turkey, just south of the Dardanelles
strait. It was destroyed by a Greek army about 1200 BCE. It was during this war that Achilles met his death. The city ruins were found
by a German businessman and archaeologist named Heinrich Schliemann during
excavations in the 1870s.
The two epic poems surrounding
the Trojan War and the travails of Odysseus are, "The Illiad," and "The Odyssey,"
written in the late seventh or the early eighth century by a blind, Ionian named
Homer. Homeric Greek shows features of
multiple regional Greek dialects and periods, but is fundamentally based on
Ionic Greek, in keeping with the tradition that Homer was from Ionia.
Since there is a gap of a few
hundred years between the Trojan War the appearance of the Homeric epics,
similar questions mark the legitimacy of Homer's work as do the works of
William Shakespeare, which is to say there is debate about how long the stories
had been in existence before these authors produced them in writing.
The oldest version I have of,
"The Odyssey," is the E.V. Rieu translation published in January 1946. A
significantly older "edition" of the story exists.
This has been another lengthy and rather poorly written episode
in my never-ending quest to bore you and put you to sleep. It is something like the fourth or fifth or sixth post in which Odysseus has been a "key player." Stay tuned for many
more of the same ....
Before that or them or those or
whatever, however, Part 2 of this segment focusing upon a "sort of old" edition of Homer's "Odyssey" will appear in another day or two or
three or whatever .... it will be a piece published in Archaeology magazine and written by
Daniel Weiss, a senior editor at that publication. Rather than attempt a
rewrite of the Weiss piece, I will simply run it as it appeared in the
magazine.
Bachelor of Arts with a double major in English (= literature) and history (= reality). Master of Arts in literature. Once upon a time, U.S. Marine Corps = Semper Fidelis. These things pretty much explain everything there is to know about me.
Other than that, ask, if you actually are curious .... I like to drift where the current takes me within this endless sea of blogs, read what others write in their blogs, observe, learn, question and, hopefully, understand, while offering a few comments of my own along the way .... by the way, the photo of me actually is me .... was me .... will be me .... hmmmm ....
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Romance, from Fram
I discovered Romance might yet exist, but it depends upon whether a man and a woman can tread the maze, individually, and reach its center at the same moment in time.
The Actual Instant of Love, from Fram
I am a jealous guy, of the sort John Lennon sang about. Any man who says he is not a jealous guy either has no genuine depth of feelings for the woman he is saying it about or is a liar. I can remember very distinctly, for example, when my feelings for my wife vanished. It happened in an instant. When love vanished, so did jealousy.
Actual love happens in an instant, I believe, although it does not always seem to be that way. I am not talking about "love at first sight," but, rather, "love at first instant." This means two people might have known each other for weeks, even for years, before the "instant" occurs. It comes with a single sentence spoken by one, or a single action taken by one, that strikes the other like lightning.
Affection grows; love is born. Love also disappears in an instant, I believe, although it does not always seem to happen that way. Incidental to my point, I do not believe in "love at first sight." That is no more than simple, physical or emotional attraction, which is the cause of countless and never-ending problems.
Happiness is momentary, from Fram
When I was age eighteen, a wise, old man of twenty-six told me that happiness is a momentary thing. It might last for minutes or days or weeks or, sometimes, even for a few years. But, like life itself, happiness is a transitory thing and, like fate, it is capricious. At some point along the road, I came to realize this wise, old man had been right.
The Three Sorts of Friends ....
Though friendships differ endless in degree, The sorts, methinks, may be reduced to three. Acquaintance many, and Conquaintance few; But for Inquaintance I know only two -- The friend I've mourned with, and the maid I woo!
Samuel Taylor Coleridge poet & philosopher Fragment 10: "The Three Sorts of Friends"
Time retains ....
Time retains its sacred right to meddle in each earthly affair. Still, time's unbounded power that makes a mountain crumble, moves seas, rotates a star, won't be enough to tear lovers apart: they are too naked, too embraced, too much like timid sparrows.
Old age is, in my book, the price that felons pay, so don't whine that it's steep: you'll stay young if you're good. Suffering doesn't insult the body. Death? It comes in your sleep, exactly as it should.
When it comes, you'll be dreaming that you don't need to breathe; that breathless silence is the music of the dark and it's part of the rhythm to vanish like a spark.
Wislawa Szymborska poet, essayist & translator Nobel Prize for Poetry 1996 "Entropy"
Yesterday is History ....
Yesterday is History, 'Tis so far away -- Yesterday is Poetry -- 'Tis Philosophy --
Yesterday is mystery -- Where it is Today While we shrewdly speculate Flutter both away.
Emily Dickinson poet "Yesterday is History"
Never the answers
The most interesting thing in the world is another human being who wonders, suffers and raises the questions that have bothered him to the last day of his life, knowing he will never get the answers.
Will Durant historian, philosopher, teacher
The equality of man
Those who hammer their guns into plows will plow for those who do not.
Thomas Jefferson president, patriot, free thinker
The audience
Better to write for yourself and have no public than to write for the public and have no self.
Cyril Connolly writer, editor, literary critic
I am free
I am free, no matter what rules surround me. If I find them tolerable, I tolerate them; if I find them too obnoxious, I break them. I am free because I know that I alone am morally responsible for everything I do. Robert Heinlein science fiction writer philosopher
Marine Corps Forever, from Fram
To all Marines, those among the dead, those who still live, those yet to be born: Semper Fidelis, to the end of time ....
Have gun .... will travel
Once upon a time: "She said, There is no reason ...."
Time & again ....
Time .... he's waiting in the wings .... he speaks of senseless things .... but, if you could heal a broken heart, wouldn't time be out to charm you?
Voluspo 28-29
Alone I sat when the Old One sought me .... The terror of gods, and gazed in mine eyes .... "What hast thou to ask? why comest thou hither? .... Othin, I know where thine eye is hidden" .... Deep in the wide-famed well of Mimir .... Mead from the pledge of Othin each morn .... Does Mimir drink: would you know yet more? ....