LYRICS

The applications are to blameAll the people do all dayIs stare into a phone (Placebo, Too Many people)

“Take nothing but memories, leave nothing but footprints!” (Chief Seattle)

When rock stars were myths (Sandi Thom, I Wish I Was A Punk Rocker)

Machines were mice and men were lions once upon a time, Now that it's the opposite it's twice upon a time (Moondog)

Time is an illusion (Einstein)

Monday, 23 September 2019

Pictorial 64


The Indians celebrated Trickster as part of the Great Mystery, which displayed many faces. At the psychic trading post, we can trade our anger for compassion; we can exchange our robe for animal skins and we can release our pain for laughter. We can break the shell that holds us prisoner to the illusion of certainty, unleashing renewal that dances like the whirlwind across the inner landscape. (page 159)

This quote from chapter six acts as quite a good intro to chapter seven, and the epic of Gilgamesh. Trickster is a familiar figure from American Indian folklore who transcends the certainty of order and perfection, who walks the middle way (of the Raven, the scavenger, coyote).

“The illusion of certainty” can often apply to the mind that cannot access its own dreams, and via the dream the mythical landscape. This is really where Gilgamesh is set, and particularly in the person of Enkidu, created by Ishtar as a fitting foil to the mighty Gilgamesh.

The plan is for the increasingly vain and oppressive Gilgamesh to be taken down by the embodiment of the steppes, who starts off eating grass with the beasts. After getting close with a priestess of love, he gains wisdom, though his

hair still resembles grass that sprouts on the steppes. (cf Ymir)

News then comes of Gilgamesh’s rule of Uruk that is shocking and invites instant action.

Any new bride from the people is his; Gilgamesh, king of Uruk, may mate with any new bride even before the lawful husband may have her! (page 173)

They fight, but then become good companions. Idleness sets in, prompting Gilgamesh to go on a pilgrimage to the Cedar Forest, where rumour has it the Humbaba rules with bestial fury. Gilgamesh aims to cut down the cedars to build his own memorial, and he is acco0mpanied by Enkidu. The Cedar felling probably has historical roots.

After arriving at the Green Mountain, they both stood quite still. Silently they looked at the Forest and saw how high the Great Cedars were. They gazed upon the entrance and saw the tracks where Humbaba often trod.. They saw also the Cedar Mountain where the gods lived. The Cedar rose aloft its great luxuriant growth; what cool shade, what delight! Mountain and glade were green with brushwood.
(page 177)
 
Wooded Turanian steppes outside Makkalet from Conan #23 © Marvel 1971
The Mesopotamia of this ancient time bore more similarity to Howard’s opulent Eastern kingdoms, and their sending off too.
They went to Ninsun who offered up incense to Shamash (sun). With the smoke offering in progress, she raised her hands.. She prayed for her son’s protection. (page 176)
Rude, sexual and gusty, it bears useful comparison to Howard’s own prose, and Hohne devotes much of chapter seven to a bracing translation (from Akkadian). Her interpretation of Gilgamesh as dream incorporates Humbaba as repressed energy or a Shadow Self.
The characters come up against Humbaba who they believe must be destroyed. The elements lost within will always appear first as a threat. This repressed energy can be sent underground to fund the idea of the boogeyman out there, although it holds the power of all we fear in here. (page 185)
Why, though, is Humbaba the Shadow? Enkidu complains of a feeling of idleness, and this prompts Gilgamesh to think of his own mortality, and how felling the Cedar Forest will enable him to establish a noble monument to posterity.
The enclosed idleness of Uruk, then, could be a foretaste of the idleness that Modern Man feels, essentially enclosed in his head. The Cedar Forest represents regenerative greenery that is repressed in the face of all that is hygienic in modern life.
It’s not to say that there isn’t any regenerative greenery out there, in National Parks and so on, but how many folks actually live there? What I mean is that Enkidu embodies the steppes in his own form (body). The cowboy and horse embody the corral and steer-herding on the ranges and round the hills. The Indian embodies plains, lakes, the thundering hoofs, sweetgrass.
The embodiment of natural form is the opposite to idleness, it is action. The world of action that encompasses the landscape and lakescape is lost to Man. His Shadow Self is the regenerative greenery that is, after all, where hunting takes place.
The entire area of Man’s link to “blood sports” – grouse shooting or hunting pursuits in general – then becomes the boogeyman. That is, the entire area of the history and prehistory of Man as a hunter-gatherer. The dreams he dreamt and the landscape he dreamt them in (Cimmeria, land of darkness and deep night.. hill upon hill, each hooded like its brothers).
Enkidu and Gilgamesh start as opponents, when the wild man Enkidu meets the prince of Uruk
Gilgamesh meets Enkidu.. “as something mysterious coming out of the woods. Let him look as into mirrors – Give a second self to him. Like bulls they held together as rushing wind met rushing wind. Heart to heart and against, yet they held fast and shattered the doorpost of the holy gate. The wall shook with the fateful act.
Their firm friendship integrates their two apsects of psyche. Perhaps Enkidu subsequently became too palace-bound, and this sets Gilgamesh off on their fateful quest for the Guardian of the Forest
To actualize our destiny, we discover how being civilized is not the true measure of self (page 187).. In this story Enkidu has become civilized (page 189)
The civilized man fears the Forest, the labyrinth of belief (myth) that is disordered and where hidden things nose around at will.
If even Enkidu – who was brought up by Humbaba – is urging Gilgamesh to kill him, how much more is the fear of Modern Man, brought up from Kindergarten with civilization’s Holy Grail of pure order? The Shadow in there that projects the boogeyman out there.