The sea knows where all the rocks are
I walked something like five miles today and worked until nearly five in the morning and my body does not appear to believe it needs sleep, although I am quite certain it does; I do.
derspatchel and I visited the MFA briefly tonight. There are three new galleries in the classical wing; I only got as far as the one dedicated to the art of Homeric epic before the museum closed and kicked us out, though Rob reports to my great delight that one of my favorite erotic kylices is back on display. I photographed this marble fragment of a siren through the glass:

(Phone caption as I mailed it to myself: "Mourning Siren, then we got thrown out of gallery.")
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(Phone caption as I mailed it to myself: "Mourning Siren, then we got thrown out of gallery.")
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I spend a lot of time giggling in museums.
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Heh. Well, she's a siren; she'd probably be wearing about the same.
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I don't think she can wear less than she's wearing in antiquity. The wings aren't exactly an accessory.
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The three galleries are one long partitioned room upstairs next to the renovated Roman section. It used to be full of statuary and pottery and a lot of window light; I believe it's where the (probably fake) Minoan snake goddess used to be, although that might have been the current coin collection. The Etruscan gallery is still being used as a conservation lab. One of the sarcophagi is now finished and on display downstairs among the Greek artifacts—it's the younger one, of Larth Tetnies and Thanchvil Tarnai. The older sarcophagus, which is actually my favorite, is still undergoing conservation and looks like it's currently on hold; the featured object in the lab is a Roman fountain. I miss the Etruscan room. I used to visit it regularly. There were the sarcophagi and the jewelry and the beautiful black bucchero ware and an amazed winged Skylla or siren on a cinerary urn with the paint still on her.
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It was one of my favorite rooms in the museum; I'm really hoping they'll restore it. Here's the cinerary urn I was talking about, and here is some of the jewelry, and here is some bucchero ware, and here is a vase possibly featuring Vanth. You can still see the aulos-player from the tomb wall and his companion with her kithara when you enter, but they've been swathed protectively with some kind of cloth. This is the lid of the recently restored sarcophagus currently on display and this is my favorite, a generation earlier. I love their faces, and their arms around each other's shoulders, and their bare feet. She was Ramtha Vishnai and her husband was Arnth Tetnies.
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There's something about her missing limbs and her anxious expression that makes me think she's dissolving, or transforming, against her will--she looks a bit like Daphne or someone like that.
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I know it's a quiver of arrows over there on the left but it looks suspiciously (and intentionally?) like something else.
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For me it's the eyes. That is the creepiest Herm I've ever seen. It is cartoonishly lascivious in a way that tips right over into the uncanny valley and consequently waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
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Also, in an unrelated note, I'm watching Time Team and they're arguing over a note they're composing to the local tutelary spirit.
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No, no, I understand the impulse. It's very memorable. People cannot properly commiserate unless they've seen it for themselves.
Or rather, arguing over the Latin in the note they're writing.
That is excellent. What is Time Team?
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The program features a lot of amazing bits of archeological geekery, some truly epic jumpers (worn by Mick), some very disreputable hats (worn by Phil) and some really epic recreations of practices of the time. The show runs about an hour per episode, and I think we have all of it digitally. There were about 12 episodes a year, I think, as it was basically a once a month project for the basic crew.
They often find entire habitations, pottery (hence the icon), jewelry, coins, and infrequently, bones. The period ranges all over the map from digging up a missing bomber all the way back to pre-Roman sites. I recommend it and can DropBox you some if you enjoy that sort of thing.
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That all sounds lovely. I will ask
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Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
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Her legs break just as you can begin to see the feathers chiseled into her shins. She would have had a bird's wings and perhaps a bird's tail, but nearly all of that has broken off over the years.
There's something about her missing limbs and her anxious expression that makes me think she's dissolving, or transforming, against her will--she looks a bit like Daphne or someone like that.
Perhaps she wasn't a siren to begin with.
(I didn't have time to copy the notes from the display; the museum really was closing around us. I think she was part of a funerary monument, which makes me want to know why a siren was such an appropriate image of grief. It doesn't seem to explain enough that they were lethal to hear. Perhaps because of their songs: if they know everything, as they appeal to Odysseus, all history, all recorded time, they must accurately remember the dead. They know and mourn. It would be perilous, but beautiful to hear.
NO BRAIN WE DO NOT HAVE TIME FOR THIS NOW THERE IS ALREADY ONE STORY IN THE QUEUE WITH A HOMERIC-TYPE SIREN AND THAT OTHER STORY HAS TO BE FINISHED FIRST ARGH.)
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Maybe that's what makes their songs so dangerous--maybe it's the hopelessness of their grief--maybe as immortal (semi-immortal) creatures watching a mortal world? And maybe it's not love of the beauty of their song but a sense of existential despair that sends people to the rocks.
Hello, my name is Asakiyume and I always think of The Most Melancholy Alternative.