Tuesday, March 15, 2005

A Christian Debates the Massage Parlor Whore about Literature and Mythology…and loses….

Jolly Beggar wrote: “well, the odd syntax is not masonic or in any other way esoteric in nature. it's the opening couple of pages from james joyce "portrait of the artist as a young man" (for anyone that might have been wondering- 'stephen dedalus is his real name... ) nice work, marcy, in amalgamating icarus' little red hen story and my blog on the names we choose to live by.”

Marcythewhore advises Jolly Beggar to do a little more Joyce-ian studies: My, my, Jolly Person You, but you do try to confuse the issue, don’t you? That’s called ‘Obfuscation.’ Joyce patterned his Stephen little character after the story of Daedalus and Icarus in his ‘Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man.’ A simple little maxim about flying too close to the sun sun sun sun. Little Red Hen story? Masons? Pyramids with eyes and all that. My, my…..marcythewhore

“One significant use of symbolism in "A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man" is the myth of Icarus and Daedalus. Like Icarus and Daedalus , Stephen is wandering and seeking his identity. Because he is on a path to self-discovery, Joyce has Stephen walk the path of many roads. For instance, Stephen is wandering the streets when he happens upon his first sexual encounter. We are told that he "wandered into a maze of narrow and dirty streets" (100). Stephen also wanders "swiftly throughout he dark streets" (139) when he is struggling with his sin. He "walked on and on through illicit streets, fearing to stand still for a moment lest it might seem that he held back from what awaited him" (140). After his confession, we are told the "muddy streets were grey" as a purified Stephen made his way home. Stephen must balance his desire to leave his country with his own abilities. To avoid making a bad decision such as Icarus did, Stephen decides to spend more time at the university and develops his craft of writing.”

“Daedalus , in Greek mythology, craftsman and inventor. After killing his apprentice Talos in envy, he fled from Greece to Crete. There, he arranged the liaison between Pasiphaë and the Cretan Bull that resulted in the Minotaur. At the order of King Minos, he built the Minotaur's labyrinth. When Minos refused to let him leave Crete, Daedalus built wings of wax and feathers for himself and his son Icarus. Together they flew away, but Icarus flew too close to the sun and fell to his death when the wax melted. Daedalus escaped to Sicily.”

4 Comments:

Blogger jollybeggar said...

shutting up.

now marcy, i already TOLD you that i had just signed the thing out of the library! i'm a slow reader and there are no pictures and i'm busy trying to read 'inferno' right now anyway, lest i go there and not realize where i am!

as for obfuscation, i think you might be a little guilty of that one. i was just trying to say 'boy you're smart.'

***

9th grade art teacher says to senior physics guy (in a manner that is mildly reminiscent of douglas adams' origin of the infinite improbability drive- see earlier marcyblog for further details):

"i'm sorry for calling you 'dumbass'... you are definately more of a smartass."

true story.

: )

March 15, 2005 at 1:29 PM  
Blogger marcythewhore said...

marcy says: I'm not saying that I'm a Roman Emporer...and did you know that Julius Caesar got himself killed yesterday because he screwed up and looked at the wrong calendar and thought that the Ides of March was today..........but if I was a Roman Emporer I'd give you a thumb's up to let you live to fight another day.

Slow reader? Wait til somebody starts a conversation about Melville's Moby Dick.

Oh, books on tape while you are driving is a good way to get through the day more quickly.

But I can tell when someone is enjoying themselves in one of my massage parlors
..............marcythewhore

March 16, 2005 at 7:23 AM  
Blogger jollybeggar said...

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March 16, 2005 at 8:53 AM  
Blogger jollybeggar said...

yeah- moby dick is a rather grand undertaking, but it's worth it to read stuff like this:

THE HYENA
There are certain queer times and occasions in this strange mixed affair we call life when a man takes this whole universe for a vast practical joke, though the wit thereof he but dimly discerns, and more than suspects that the joke is at nobody's expense but his own. However, nothing dispirits, and nothing seems worth while disputing. He bolts down all events, all creeds, and beliefs, and persuasions, all hard things visible and invisible, never mind how knobby; as an ostrich of potent digestion gobbles down bullets and gun flints. And as for small difficulties and worryings, prospects of sudden disaster, peril of life and limb; all these, and death itself, seem to him only sly, good-natured hits, and jolly punches in the side bestowed by the unseen and unaccountable old joker. That odd sort of wayward mood I am speaking of, comes over a man only in some time of extreme tribulation; it comes in the very midst of his earnestness, so that what just before might have seemed to him a thing most momentous, now seems but a part of the general joke.....

there we go again, creating God in our own image to explain the things overwhich we have no control.

thanks for the thumbs-up...likewise, buddy.

March 16, 2005 at 9:08 AM  

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