I have just been informed that Christopher Nolan, not content to have performed the same indispensable service for the concept of nuclear physics, is now generating discourse about the Odyssey, which I am sure will go over in a respectful and informed fashion on our current internet where every other bright spark has some expert opinion unsullied by such petty considerations as reasonably accurate data that wasn't sicked back up to them by unexamined reception or extractive AI. My contribution to this charybditic scrum is that the Odyssey has too many female characters for me to trust him with it, even before we get to more general reservations about the alienness of the ancient world and its gods who are not reducible to one-stop abstractions or human psychologies writ sky-size. I return to lying on a couch, this time with strange tales of the sea.
Links
Page Summary
Active Entries
- 1: Like a sprig of yarrow caught in the dark
- 2: We'll tell you of a blossom and of buds on every tree
- 3: Am I lost inside my mind?
- 4: And the biggest old rascal come tumbling down first
- 5: You showed me how to not throw my troubles away
- 6: And the fisherman collects, yes, they collect the sounds from their nest above
- 7: We dig for the gods that leave no bones
- 8: Now there's always someone else in the back of your mind
- 9: I've got no roots, but my home was never on the ground
- 10: Ma twll yn y pridd yn Alltwalis lle taflaf fy mhryderon
Style Credit
- Style: Classic for Refried Tablet by
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
zvi and
Expand Cut Tags
No cut tags