"You get a totally different civilization, a totally different way of living, according to your myth as to whether Nature is fallen or as to whether Nature is itself the manifestation of your divinity and the spirit being the revelation of the divinity that's inherent to Nature."
Joseph Campbell
Showing posts with label Mitologia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mitologia. Show all posts
dos mitos e dascivilizações
Quem fala assim é grego!
"To error is human. But to mess up spectacularly, we need an elite made up
of prime ministers, presidents, ministers, apparatchiks, opinion makers
who are determined not to face up the systemic crises systematically. [...] We are only going to be capable of a proper federation, when we can
decide, as Europeans, what to print on our euronotes, instead of these
abstract bridges and gates, that symbolize one thing: our incapacity to
agree on common symbols."
Yanis Varoufakis
do patriarcado / Virginia vestindo as vestes de Psique
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"Life for both sexes — and I looked at them, shouldering their way along the pavement — is arduous, difficult, a perpetual struggle. It calls for gigantic courage and strength. More than anything, perhaps, creatures of illusion as we are, it calls for confidence in oneself. Without self-confidence we are as babes in the cradle. And how can we generate this imponderable quality, which is yet so invaluable, most quickly? By thinking that other people are inferior to oneself. By feeling that one has some innate superiority — it may be wealth, or rank, a straight nose, or the portrait of a grandfather by Romney — for there is no end to the pathetic devices of the human imagination — over other people. Hence the enormous importance to a patriarch who has to conquer, who has to rule, of feeling that great numbers of people, half the human race indeed, are by nature inferior to himself. It must indeed be one of the chief sources of his power. But let me turn the light of this observation on to real life, I thought. Does it help to explain some of those psychological puzzles that one notes in the margin of daily life? Does it explain my astonishment the other day when Z, most humane, most modest of men, taking up some books by Rebecca West and reading a passage in it, exclaimed, "The arrant feminist! She says that men are snobs!" The exclamation, to me so surprising — for why was Miss West an arrant feminist for making a possibly true if uncomplimentary statement about the other sex? — was not merely the cry of wounded vanity; it was a protest against some infringement of his power to believe in himself. Women have served all these centuries as looking-glasses possessing the magic and delicious power of reflecting the figure of man at twice its natural size. Without that power probably the earth would still be swamp and jungle. The glories of all our wars would be unknown. We should still be scratching the outlines of deer on the remains of mutton bones and battering flints for sheepskins or whatever simple ornament took our unsophisticated taste. Supermen and Fingers of Destiny would never have existed. The Czar and the Kaiser would never have worn their crowns or lost them. Whatever may be their use in societies, mirrors are essential to all violent and heroic actions. That is why Napoleon and Mussolini both insist so emphatically upon the inferiority of women, for if they were not inferior, they would cease to enlarge. That serves to explain in part the necessity that women so often are to men. And it serves to explain how restless they are under her criticism; how impossible it is for her to say to them this book is bad, this picture is feeble, or whatever it may be without giving far more pain and rousing far more anger than a man would do who gave the same criticism. For if she begins to tell the truth, the figure in the looking-glass shrinks; his fitness for life is diminished. How is he to go on giving judgment, civilising natives, making laws, writing books, dressing up and speechifying at banquets, unless he can see himself at breakfast and at dinner at least twice the size he really is? ...The looking-glass vision is of supreme importance because it charges the vitality; it stimulates the nervous system. Take it away and man may die, like the drug fiend deprived of his cocaine. Under the spell of that illusion, I thought, looking out of the window, half the people on the pavement are striding to work. They put on their hats and coats in the morning under its agreeable rays. They start the day confident, braced, believing themselves desired at Miss Smith's tea party; they say to themselves as they go into the room, I am the superior of half the people here, and it is thus that they speak with that self-confidence, that self-assurance, which have had such profound consequences in public life and lead to such curious notes in the margin of the private mind."
Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own
The Greek Perfection of Tragedy
"But it is important to recognize the crucial twist Jung's psychology
gave to the eminence of the gods. They have been interiorized into
pathology. Their myths live in our behaviors, irrepressibly demanding
recognition and observances. They bear new names borrowed from the text
books of psychiatry and abnormal psychology. Their refuge, no longer the
alter and temple fanum, the side of oracle and mystery cult, instead
they inhabit the interiority of the psyche, where they make themselves
very present indeed, as the powers in the background of the soul's
infirmities. Since the repressed returns in the strangely inventive form
of symptoms. After all, symptoms are extraordinary inventions. The gods
are indeed present, whether invoked or not, right on the corner of 42nd
street."
James Hillman
to know and not to know
"If feminism is understood not as a battle in the war between the sexes but rather a movement to transform a world in which both men and women suffer losses that constrain their ability to love, then the story of Psyche and Cupid is a feminist tale. In breaking the taboo on seeing Cupid and speaking about their love, Psyche reveals the world in which she has been living: a world where Cupid is hiding his love and where she cannot know what she knows. [...] To leave patriarchy she [Psyche] must cross its psychic terrain [...] The labor of love that leads to the birth of pleasure is a difficult psychological labor."
Carol Gilligan, The Birth of Pleasure
Isto é forte!
"When Psyche lets go of Cupid's leg and falls, exausted, to the ground, Cupid turns in his flight. Alighting on the top of a tall cypress, he speaks to her about what he had not wanted her to see: his relationship with his mother, his vulnerability. "My poor, naïve Psyche," he begins. She did not know what was happening, could not know except insofar as she felt his fear of being exposed, his fragility, and the urgency of his need for control. Now anger rushes to the surface as he begins to speak about his love. His voice is distant and supercilious: "In fact I disobeyed the orders of my mother Venus, who had commanded me to chain you with passion for some wretched and worthless man and sentence you to the lowest sort of marriage. Instead I flew to you myself as your lover." He had shot himself with his own arrow, falling in love with her and making her his wife, only to discover that she had thought him a wild beast, a monster, and had taken a knife to cutt off his head, "the head that held a lover's eyes." It is hard to hear the love ("your lover, lover's eyes") through the veil of attack, which now picks up force. He had warned her not to listen to her sisters. As for Psyche, he will punish her now "merely by leaving." With this, Cupid takes off into the sky, heading for his mother's chambers. By refusing to accompany her father in his blindness, by saving herself and her child instead of obeying her husband, by opening her eyes and seeing with whom she is living, Psyche has walked out of the Oedipus plot, but Cupid is heading into the heart of tragedy."
Carol Gilligan, The Birth of Pleasure
‘We must be able to dream’
"We cannot live without mythology, it’s the way we reason, the
way we survive, the way we make sense of our world. It’s just that the
stories we’ve been using—mythic stories, fairy tales, legends—they’re
not working anymore. We need something new. What we long for is a
remythologization of reality.”
Armando Maggi, aqui
Mitologia
The Right Eye of Horus represents concrete factual information controlled by the left brain. It deals with words, letter and numbers and those things which are describable in terms of sentences or complete thoughts. It approaches the universe in terms of male oriented ideation.
The Left Eye of Horus represents abstract aesthetic information controlled by the right brain. It deals with esoteric thoughts and feelings and is responsible for intuition. It approaches the universe in terms of female oriented ideation. We use the Left Eye, female oriented, right side of our brain for feeling and intuition.
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The tree at the center of our being / Foi a mulher que quis ser como os deuses. Adão andava distraído.
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| Yggdrasil |
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| sistema nervoso autónomo |
in the name of love, what more in the name of love
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| Orfeu e Eurídice, de Michael Putz-Richard |
"... but to love what cannot be yours is a wound that only death may heal"
Orfeu, em Jason e os Argonautas
