bOZeman
The Journey ...............................................
S Separation
I Initiation
R Return/transformation
The Odyssey, Book XXIII (Butcher/Lang): ...in his heart she stirred yet a greater longing to lament, and he wept as he embraced his beloved wife and true. And even as when the sight of land is welcome to swimmers, whose well-wrought ship Poseidon hath smitten on the deep, all driven with the wind and swelling waves, and but a remnant hath escaped the grey sea-water and swum to the shore, and their bodies are all crusted with the brine, and gladly have they set foot on land and escaped an evil end; so welcome to her was the sight of her lord, and her white arms she would never quite let go from his neck. And now would the rosy-fingered Dawn have risen upon their weeping, but the goddess, grey-eyed Athene, had other thoughts. The night she held long in the utmost West, and on the other side she stayed the golden-throned Dawn by the stream Oceanus, and suffered her not to harness the swift-footed steeds that bear light to men, Lampus and Phaethon, the steeds ever young, that bring the morning.
cf. Butler: "And now would the rosy-fingered Dawn have arisen upon their weeping, had not the goddess, flashing-eyed Athena, taken other counsel. The long night she held back at the end of its course, and likewise stayed the golden-throned Dawn at the streams of Oceanus, and would not suffer her to yoke her swift-footed horses that bring light to men, Lampus and Phaethon, who are the colts that bear the Dawn."
"...the fictions of gossip -- as well as the facts -- act as compass roses, pointing to many possibilities." Marina Warner quoted in Tatar's Reading the Grimm's... xxxvi
Compass Rose, also know as a Rose of the Winds
Dreams | Interpretations ...............................................
Paulo Coelho: “The Alchemist”
Joseph Campbell: The Hero with A Thousand Faces
the journey, the road less traveled, the call to adventure, sex, the unknown (denied yet heard)
away from family, home, hearth, nest
go to the forest, meet the snake, eat the apple
DON’T talk to strangers
Margaret Atwood from “Mirror, Mirror on the Wall: Women Writers Explore Their Favorite Fairy Tales” : “...it’s our inner lives ... the 'dreaming self' as Margaret Drabble [sister of A.S. Byatt] says ... the mystery beyond the grasp of rational minds ... things just happen, like dreams ...”
O.W. Toad
tales as elusive as dreams -- even if we can’t remember them, they still color our days
"songs of the humpback whale..."
synchronicity
structuralism
“not what it means, but what it is”
“not what it is, but how it is”
more from Tatar's "Reading the Grimm's ..." xx
the A.S. Byatt introduction: "Vladimer Propp's analysis of the structural forms of the folktale is exciting because it makes precise and complex something we had already intuited -- that the people and events are both finite and infinitely variable. Another thing Luthi finely says is that these are forms of hope. ...Calvino knew a great deal about the workings of the stopped-off rule-constructed tale, but he also know that it is haunted by the unmanageable, the vast, and the dangerous."
Freud dreams the “royal road to the unconscious”
Erich Fromm
Aarne-Thompson classification of folktales
Peter and Iona Opie husband-and-wife team of folklorists
jump-rope rhymes
Sutter and Sam sittin' in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g ...
Cinderella, dressed in yella …
dream: his house,not his house, upstairs, family there but didn’t know them, into the bathroom, blood under door, grandpa in oven, cooked alive, uncle "get a shovel"
The epiphanic moment ...............................................
Kenneth Grahame: The Wind in the Willows
The Piper at the Gates of Dawn chapter 7
Pan
"...This is the place of my song-dream, the place the music played to me..."
to achieve the condition of being a child - MS
this class is intended to allow us to hear the Pipers at the Gates of Dawn
"And the light grew steadily stronger, but no birds sang as they were wont to do at the approach of dawn; and but for the heavenly music all was marvellously still.
...Never had they noticed the roses so vivid, the willow-herb so riotous, the meadow-sweet so odorous and pervading. ...in that utter clearness of the imminent dawn, while Nature, flushed with fulness of incredible colour, seemed to hold her breath for the event, he looked in the very eyes of the Friend and Helper; saw the backward sweep of the curved horns, gleaming in the growing daylight; saw the stern, hooked nose between the kindly eyes that were looking down on them humourously, while the bearded mouth broke into a half-smile at the corners; saw the rippling muscles on the arm that lay across the broad chest, the long supple hand still holding the pan-pipes only just fallen away from the parted lips; saw the splendid curves of the shaggy limbs disposed in majestic ease on the sward; saw, last of all, nestling between his very hooves, sleeping soundly in entire peace and contentment, the little, round, podgy, childish form of the baby otter. All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered.
Sudden and magnificent, the sun's broad golden disc showed itself over the horizon facing them; and the first rays, shooting across the level water-meadows, took the animals full in the eyes and dazzled them. When they were able to look once more, the Vision had vanished, and the air was full of the carol of birds that hailed the dawn.
'Rat!' he found breath to whisper, shaking. 'Are you afraid?'
'Afraid?' murmured the Rat, his eyes shining with unutterable love. 'Afraid! Of Him? O, never, never! And yet -- and yet -- O, Mole, I am afraid!'
Then the two animals, crouching to the earth, bowed their heads and did worship.
As they stared blankly, in dumb misery deepening, as they slowly realised all they had seen and all they had lost, a capricious little breeze, dancing up from the surface of the water, tossed the aspens, shook the dewy roses and blew lightly and caressingly in their faces; and with its soft touch came instant oblivion. For this is the last best gift that the kindly demi-god is careful to bestow on those to whom he has revealed himself in their helping: the gift of forgetfulness. Lest the awful remembrance should remain and grow, and overshadow mirth and pleasure, and the great haunting memory should spoil all the after-lives of little animals helped out of difficulties, in order that they should be happy and lighthearted as before."
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