Friday, August 10, 2007
Is this the picture of Joe Pfstplk, the guy with the black cloud over his head?
I am too dumb to access any recent pictures of my 100-year-old mother; I switched computers and that's maybe where I lost them--but I wish I could put her picture up here all the same.
Questions come up: What is the colour of your mother's eyes? Strangely, few can answer.
Anyway, I am always amazed at something called Mother-wit--Pallas Athena for you classical types-- the driving intelligence of wandering and violent Odysseus, from the ODYSSEY, that old Greek Bible,(Part Two) that we seem to ignore these days of so-called enlightenment.
The old myths and and proto-Bibles have a certain fascination for some of us.
I saw myself at one point as Odysseus, took up the Odyssey myself, came back home only to find that the suitors had won.
Sh*t. This wasn't in the book.
Maybe that's why universtities these days don't put much stock in ancient myths.
While at Toronto U, I kept looking in the stacks for old copies of student notes in Plato's academy.
Couldn't find any.
A librarian finally set me straight. These were religions.
And my classics prof, who English, and (therefore?) somewhat biased, said that the three Big Philosophers were the world's first--wait for it!-- fascists, Communists.
Ah well. So many Englishmen seem to go that way. Maybe Dr. French had been in a fight with Dr. Roth over in the philosophy department. I don't know.
But there has to be something said for mother-wit, a quality somehow lacking in all the great philosophers.
Says the late and great Kurt Vonnegut Jr.:" A Socratic dialogue:
'The whole is greater than the part, right kid?
'Ok. Now bend over.'
"All Greek philosyphy is one big bum-f*ck."
I am glad to see that Kurt Vonnegut Jr. never lost his edge. Heh.
So I go by mother-wit.
My mother had grade three education, but she could speak and write in five languages (Most Europeans can).
She got me into a mind-bend that suggests when a society's icon flip over, accelerated social change will surely come. She knows about social change. She has been through a number of wars.
(Most striking, almost crass example of a society's icons flipping over, is, of course, is 911).
She also said pictures of the dead in newspapers are always grainy. The same with the typography on the money of a failed nation.
Where does an old peasant lady pick up all those things?
I have, for some reason dug up an old picture of myself.
Oh I hope--I sincerely hope that my mother is wrong.
It is grainy.
Maybe I'm trying to ward off something.
Bit mawkish, what?
P.S.: My mother looks exactly like the Queen of England, Elizabeth II.
And, darn it, so do I.
Heaven forbid that I've always wanted to be a queen! :)