October 14th, 2005
|07:53 am - Gay porn and farm animals: The Eturscans know how to party!|
[While graphic, I promise the photos aren't actually offensive. Unless you get offended by ancient artworks. I promise the photos won't turn you gay.]
Brian and I were at the University of Richmond in 2002, watching a presentation on Etruscan art. Larissa Belfonte was showing slides of various vase paintings, and was talking about how the Etruscans were prudes. "They almost always drew people covered up, from head to toe, and were cautious about showing skin."
And that's when this picture appeared on the projection screen behind her.
Spectators at games,
from the Tomb of the Bigas.
Brian and I looked at each other and laughed.
To this day, I don't really understand her comment on the Etruscans being prudes. Granted, she didn't actually *say* that they were prudes, but she certainly implied it.
Personally, I'm very appreciative of the work done on these tomb walls. The Etruscans spent a lot of time on death and on their ancestors; so much time, in fact, that we thought they were basically a death cult until we realized that it was far more likely that we just hadn't found the stuff that the living dealt with.
But I find the paintings beautiful.
Detail of erotic symplegma and bull,
from the Tomb of the Bulls.
While personally, I'm not generally one for crazy erotic art, these particular paintings stand out in my mind. They're worth something, and they convey something. What that is, to me, is ineffible. Such things need to be seen.
I don't talk a lot about the Etruscans, or about my personal connection with them. In general, this is because I know it's remarkably boring to the majority of people around me, most of whom are wrapped up in Indo-European cultures and deities, and might not even understand why I work with this strange set of gods and goddesses that bear little to no relation to my usual ones.
I'm not sure I understand it.
I spend a lot of time, though, reading up on the Etruscans and their deities. I've learned a bit of liver divination; though I've never tried it, I find a desire to give it a shot on a real goat. I watch thunderstorms and hear Uni's voice on the winds, and watch Tinia trace out messages in the sky with bolts of lightning. I find devotion to Menrva within my heart.
These are things I rarely speak of. It's personal, private devotion, and almost no one knows of it. It is locked away inside me. It does not beg to come out, or to be shown. It is mystery, and the rituals I have devised and done have, until now, been for me alone.
The Etruscans have profoundly affected me. They have brought out a kind of priest that I wasn't sure existed: the priest who deals only with the deities.
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: "Johnny B. Goode", -JB
|Date:||October 14th, 2005 11:57 am (UTC)|| |
I can say that I know nothing about the Etruscan culture, at all. I would not, however, be adverse to learning about it.
Brian and I are considering a lecture for next quarter.
You should talk about the Etruscans at WWF. I promise even if I am bored I shall fake an orgasm of interest. :)
But WWF is an "Eastern IE Conference". They're not IE.
Besides, I'm trying to avoid mixing my ADF stuff with non-IE cultures. There's enough of that in ADF without me adding to it.
It bothers me that I knew pretty much jack shit about these people. Well, that applies to a lot of culture, but I never hear about them *ever*.
What're some good books on them?
I'll get you a short list sometime soon.
Brian and I are seriously talking about a PSA presentation.
|Date:||October 14th, 2005 12:58 pm (UTC)|| |
Those turned me gay. }:-\
Sydney will have your head, I'm sure.
|Date:||October 14th, 2005 01:36 pm (UTC)|| |
Re: You lied!
She'll understand. If those turned you gay, it was obviously a gentle push :)
I don't know much about the culture, but the art is not bad. Granted it's usually packed in with Greek and Roman, but I perfer that whole area. Too bad we don't have more art history classes here, I really enjoyed those, but I've taken each multiple times.
I never took an art history course. All I needed to learn about extrapolating historical data from such things was easily picked up in a couple of generic history classes.
Maybe those two guys weren't "spectators", and were actually wrestlers? But then again, they look like they're having much fun under the bleachers... ;)
I adore Etruscan art. It was one of my main focuses in my art history classes in art college. I know little about the history (or remember, more accurately), but now you've made me want to hit my books again for a refresher!
It's amazing how pictures of anal sex can make one want to read up on art history :)
I thought you were totally unable to judge whether a piece of ancient art is attractive or not.
Nah, it's mostly men that I can't tell if they're attractive or not.
But I'm not enamoured by the art. I'm enamoured by the age of it. I think that's actually what's beautiful to me. It's old. And, as a result (kinda), it's historical. And historical is beautiful.
|Date:||October 14th, 2005 09:16 pm (UTC)|| |
I've learned a bit of liver divination
My grandmother was very knowledgeable in liver divination. She devined that whenever she would serve fried liver and onions for dinner, my grandfather would get the worst gas.
She was quite the seer regarding livers. Little oil, flour, salt and pepper - browned 'em up right nicely.