TERFs die mad: you just reblogged a nasty transgender person with pronouns and all who did this historical look to explore their cultural history as well as express their own nonbinary identity in a way that resonates with them. An edit I wish I didn’t have to make on this post
I’ll try to post the actual pictures I took soon, but I was bored today and wanted to shirk some other responsibilities, so I decided to do some general vague Minoan or Mycenaean look since it’s been on the mind and also my hair was looking really good today and I wanted to take advantage of that haha
The Toreador Fresco, Knossos Palace, Crete, c.1500 BC
Byzantine Miku edited by my mother
edit: mom says this is the first time she's gotten a thousand likes or comments on anything, she is @ ikonimaalari on instagram if you want to see what she usually does and also she now knows what serving cunt means
This just screamed Ariadne and Dionysus to me, so here’s my take on them!
The Nahuatl word tlamatini (literally, "he who knows things") meant something akin to "thinker-teacher"--a philosopher, if you will... Many tlamatinime (the plural form of the word) taught at the elite academies that trained the next generation of priests, teachers, and high administrators...
In Nahuatl rhetoric, things were frequently represented by the unusual device of naming two of their elements—a kind of doubled Homeric epithet. Instead of directly mentioning his body, a poet might refer to “my hand, my foot” (noma nocxi), which the savvy listener would know was a synecdoche, in the same way that readers of English know that writers who mention “the crown” are actually talking about the entire monarch, not just the headgear. Similarly, the poet’s speech would be “his words, his breath” (itlatol ihiyo). A double-barreled term for “truth” is neltilitztli tzintliztli, which means something like “fundamental truth, true basic principle.” In Nahuatl, the words almost shimmer with connotation: what was true was well grounded, stable and immutable, enduring above all.
Because we human beings are transitory, our lives as ephemeral as dreams, the tlamatinime suggested that immutable truth is by its nature beyond human experience. On the ever-changing earth, wrote León-Portilla, the Mexican historian, "nothing is 'true' in the Nahuatl sense of the word." Time and again, the tlamatinime wrestled with this dilemma. How can beings of the moment grasp the perduring? It would be like asking a stone to understand mortality.
According to León-Portilla, one exit from this philosophical blind alley was seen by the fifteenth-century poet Ayocuan Cuetzpaltzin, who described it metaphorically, as poets will, by invoking the coyolli bird, known for its bell-like song:
He goes his way singing, offering flowers.
And his words rain down
Like jade and quetzal plumes.
Is this what pleases the Giver of Life?
Is that the only truth on earth?
Ayocuan's remarks cannot be fully understood out of the Nahuatl context, León-Portilla argued. "Flowers and song" was a standard double epithet for poetry, the highest art; "jade and quetzal feathers" was a synecdoche for great value, in the way that Europeans might refer to "gold and silver." The song of the bird, spontaneously produced, stands for aesthetic inspiration. Ayocuan was suggesting, León-Portilla said, that there is a time when humankind can touch the enduring truths that underline our fleeting lives. That time is at the moment of artistic creation. "From whence come the flowers [the artistic creations] that enrapture man?" asks the poet. "The songs that intoxicate, the lovely songs?" And he answers: "Only from His [that is, Ometeotl's] home do they come, from the innermost part of heaven." Through art alone, the Mexica said, can human beings approach the real.
-Charles C. Mann, 1491: New Revelations of the Americas Before Columbus.
I am a very confused sad-wet-cat right now
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Ithaca saga completely changed my brain chemistry.
bottle painted with trees and frogs | nubian | meroitic period
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People forget that Kendrick isn't a hater of Drake for no reason.
Kendrick is defending the raping of Black American culture, calling out Drake for his mistreatment of Black American women specifically (Serena, Megan Thee Stallion, hood girls etc), calling out the weird alpha bro behavior where they basically describe wanting control over girls cuz grown women don't wanna date their misogynistic asses.
It's bigger than Drake. We have some former white rappers who turned country singers claiming rap/hip hop isn't a real art form while trying to gatekeep Beyonce from country. We have people using AAVE incorrectly and trying to correct Black Americans on their own dialect. We have anti Blackness skyrocketing during Black History Month via the hate spewed at the Black Grammy winners Beyonce, Doechii, and Kendrick.
Yes, the beef was entertaining to a lot, but to the Black American community the beef represented Kendrick fighting for our respect and using his hatred to protect another genre Black people created that would've been dubbed "vapid party music" due to Drake's colonizer mindset.
More chibi Eurylochus but this time with his chibi friends 💚