Saturday, May 26, 2007

Obscure references department: If you knew what the emu knew


Fischer:
All I want from life is an emu?
Seem of late I am haunted by images of Leda and the Swan.
Anybody else into metaphysical zoophilia?
Ivan

15 comments:

Donnetta Lee said...

"Well, it sounds kinky to me," she crowed.
Donnetta

islandgrovepress said...

Donnetta,
Ha ha ha ha ha ha! That is funny!
And it has an insight.

Ivan

islandgrovepress said...

Leda and the Swan is a motif from Greek mythology, in which Zeus came to Leda in the form of a swan. According to later Greek mythology, Leda bore Helen and Polydeuces, children of Zeus while at the same time bearing Castor and Clytemnestra, children of her husband Tyndareus, the King of Sparta. As the story goes, Zeus took the form of a swan and raped or seduced Leda on the same night she slept with her husband, King Tyndareus. In some versions, she laid two eggs from which the children hatched. In other versions, Helen is a daughter of Nemesis, the goddess who personified the disaster that awaited those suffering from the pride of Hubris.


Ooops!. I think this whole blog idea was a bum concept in the first place.

Enough that the Leda and the Swan image is extremely haunting to artitsts, especially the poet William Butler Yeats.

He goes:

Leda and the Swan
A sudden blow: the great wings beating still
Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed
By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,
He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.

How can those terrified vague fingers push
The feathered glory from her loosening thighs?
And how can body, laid in that white rush,
But feel the strange heart beating where it lies?

A shudder in the loins engenders there
The broken wall, the burning roof and tower
And Agamemnon dead.
Being so caught up,
So mastered by the brute blood of the air,
Did she put on his knowledge with his power
Before the indifferent beak could let her drop?



...I think I just need a drink.

Ivan

Josie said...

I have always liked the myth of Eros and Psyche. It's very true. Love must remain mysterious.

Josie

leslie said...

Sounds like somebody needs a cold shower! *hee hee*

Donnetta Lee said...

Oh, I just think we're getting into lust again.
Donnetta

islandgrovepress said...

Josie,
Yes there's this mystery to myths--no matter how thoroughly you might like to track them down. They seem to just run away on you.
Eros a Psyche. Yes.
Apollo and Daphne.

...I have had so many Daphnes turn into trees as I chased them.
Hardly room between the lowlying branches to even park your emu! :)

Ivan

islandgrovepress said...

Leslie,
I didn't think I'd get turned on by pre-Raphaelite paintings of fetching Leda
and that swan with the astonishingly long neck.
Maybe you're right.
I need a cold shower :)

Ivan

http://www.creativewriting.ca said...

Donetta,
Yes, it's probably lust, that passion that never seems to really die.
But then some great literature is produced by what surely must be sublimated lust, as in "Wuthering Heights", Heathcliffe carrying Catherine around among the floating coffins. "I can't let you die, Cathy!"

Hmm. Didn't old Red Skelton have a cartoon version?
I know Jonathan Winters had this skit about the disgruntled gay whale hunter, presumably from Moby Dick, who complained, "Spend all day looking for that silly fish!"
...I guess he didn't share Ahab's passion
Ah, myths.

Ivan

EA Monroe said...

Lately, I've been having dreams about "wolves at the door." I am trying to rescue my D-O-G San.

Donnetta is pretty good at interpreting my dreams for me!

Donnetta Lee said...

Yes, I am the great seer. Or is that sear? Where are my tarot cards anyway?
Donnetta

islandgrovepress said...

Rattle shaker man says end-of-the-month mortgage time blues.
Maybe Scrooge coming to collect?

Woo Hoo Hoo!

Ivan

islandgrovepress said...

Get your tarot cards out, Donnetta.

I dreamed I was kicked out of a casino, was set upon by dogs who almost devoured me up to the point where somebody opened the casino door again and let me in.

Ivan

Sienna said...

Australians.

They eat emu don't they?

Yes, yes we do...apparently, we are the only nation that feasts upon it's two wonderful (unofficial) emblems: kangaroo and emu.

If only you could *hear* the sounds an emu makes..one of them is almost a very deep sounding drumming noise, and the other a grunting sound...very unusual noises, and also in the mating season the male can have his testicles double their size....their eggs are quite beautiful big greeny flecked/speckled? eggs, some people carve into them (the shell-do artwork on the shells)

They are fascinating creatures, but can peck and kick with great force.

When we were in the Park the other day, the kangaroo and emu approached each other, I waited to see who had the upperhand, the emu was inquisitive and wanted to *sniff* at the kangaroo, slowly....I thought for sure the roo would be pecked, but the kangaroo with it's short range front paws struck out very quickly at the emu's head, so fast, a left and a right (hence the nickname: the boxing kangaroo), and the emu took off!

Pam

islandgrovepress said...

Small wonder that the British Columbia emu farm keeper has such a two-fisted grip on her emu...Who wants to get speared!...But, as one correspodent here says, the emu seems happy enough.

Australians eat emu?

The story is probably apochryphal, but I have heard it said that French-Canadian lumberjacks eat beaver! And the Marquis de Sade was known to say these are not perversions, but refinements. :)

Oh de debbil on my shoulder!

But that's fascinating information about the pugilistic abilities of kangaroos and the ways of the emu.

I guess it was the pictures of these fascinating animals on your site that got me into thinking of exotic animals and I googled around for more pictures, ending up with the one I put up.

Ivan