the Black Virgin
“Hieratic, majestic, austere, the Black Virgin gazes out from the windows of Chartres Cathedral, or sits enthroned in the crypt, holding her son in the manner of the goddess holding life, her child. So much interest surrounds her today that she is once again becoming the focus of pilgrimage. Her image is stolen from churches where she has sat for centuries undisturbed, and must now be hidden as a precaution against thieves. . . .
The symbolism of the Black Virgin returns us once again to the Song of Songs, to the bride who is “black but beautiful”. It returns us to Cybele, whose symbol was a black stone, a meteorite, and to the black images of Demeter, Artemis and Isis, and to the black-robed, exiled Shekhinah, the “Precious Stone”. It evokes the blackness of the night sky in which the moon and the evening star are the brightest luminaries, and the mystery of space as a mother who gives birth each night to the moon and stars and each morning to the sun. Above all, the Black Virgin holding her son, Christ, on ther lap, gives us the image of the light shining in darkness, and the esoteric, hidden teaching of Gnosticism and Alchemy.”
—Anne Baring and Jules Cashford, from The Myth of the Goddess: Evolution of an Image, 2005.
the link between dog, dark moon, black night and goddess
“The dog is one of the most ancient animals belonging to the goddess as the guardian of her mysteries. In Greece dogs were sacred to Hecate, goddess of the dark phase of the moon and so of the crossroads and the underworld. The culture of Old Europe reveals the very ancient origin of the link between dog, dark moon, black night and goddess. The finest matierials—marble, rock-crystal and gold—were used to fashion dog figurines or vessels shaped as dogs. . . .
In later civilizations the dog guards the threshold between the realms of the living and the dead: in Egypt, the jackal god, Anubis, becomes the guide of the souls of the dead into the underworld and assists at their transformation; in Greece, the three-headed god, Cerberus, guards the entrance to the realm of the dead.”
—Anne Baring and Jules Cashford, from The Myth of the Goddess: Evolution of an Image, 2005.
the Golden Age of Greek culture
“We must remember that a mere eighty generations separate us from the Golden Age of Greek culture. And what are eighty generations’ They shrink to an almost imperceptible span when compared with the enormous stretch of time that separates us from Neanderthal or Heidelberg man.”
—C.G. Young, as quoted in The Myth of the Goddess: Evolution of an Image by Anne Baring and Jules Cashford, 2005.
the May Queen and the Green Man
“An echo of the archaic fertility rites is . . . found in the European spring festival of the first of May, when the May Queen and the Green Man used to be named and the May pole set up and decorated with ribbons and flowers. . . . The May pole, a tree sometimes 60 feet tall, was carried in a cart drawn by oxen, while the May Queen followed in a car, or chariot, drawn by young men and women. Her partner or “consort”, the Green Man . . . also called “the Green One”, was clothed in leaves. In some parts of Europe the couple were “married”. . . . All over Europe traces of the Green Man may still be discovered, and he is even found in the name of many British pubs. In Arthurian legend the Green Knight, who rides into Arthur’s court demanding that one of Arthur’s knights should strike his head from his shoulders, personifies the ancient sacrificed year god, whose rites lead into the deeper mysteries of life and death. How ever often he lost his head, or his life, he could never die.”
—Anne Baring and Jules Cashford, from The Myth of the Goddess: Evolution of an Image, 2005.
My favourite colour is the emerald green
“Well my favourite bird is the cuckoo, punk
My favourite beast, the funky skunk.
My favourite colour is the emerald green,
Chuck the football king . . . his beauty queen
Comes to me when she’s chucked him in.
Well I was born to be adored by women.”
—singer, songwriter, self-producer Momus, Born To Be Adored,
from The Little Red Songbook, 1998.
Van Gogh liked yellow
“But yellow is my favorite color. Van Gogh liked yellow too.”
—Henry Bukowski, from his fourth public reading, recorded on lo-tek videotape in 1970. Now available on DVD as Bukowski at Bellevue. So good I had to watch it twice.
more dappled and vived than a bouquet of wildflowers
“Sometimes days passed and stupid Ludmila did not appear in the forest. Lekh would become possessed by a silent rage. He would stare solemnly at the birds in the cages, mumbling something to himself. Finally, after prolonged scrutiny, he would choose the strongest bird, tie it to his wrist, and prepare stinking paints of different colors which he mixed together from the most varied components. When the colors satisfied him, Lekh would turn the bird over and paint its wings, head, and breast in rainbow hues until it became more dappled and vived than a bouquet of wildflowers.”
—Jerzy Kosinski, from The Painted Bird, first published in 1965.
bewitched eyes
“She called me the Black One. From her I learned for the first time that I was possessed by an evil spirit, which crouched in me like a mole in a deep burrow, and of whose presence I was unaware. Such a darkling as I, possessed of this evil spirit, could be recognized by his bewitched black eyes which did not blink when they gazed at bright clear eyes. Hence, Olga declared, I could stare at other people and unknowingly cast a spell over them.
Bewitched eyes can not only cast a spell but can also remove it, she explained. I must take care, while staring at people or animals or even grain, to keep my mind blank of anything other than the disease I was helping her remove from them. For when bewitched eyes look at a healthy child, he will immediately begin to waste away; when at a calf, it will drop dead of a sudden disease; when at grass, the hay will rot after the harvest.”
—Jerzy Kosinski, from The Painted Bird, 1965.
the eyes were staring at me
“The eyeballs lay on the floor. I walked around them, catching their steady stare. The cats timidly moved out into the middle of the room and began to play with the eyes as if they were balls of thread. Their own pupils narrowed to slits from the light of the oil lamp. The cats rolled the eyes around, sniffed them, licked them, and passed them to one another gently with their padded paws. Now it seemed that the eyes were staring at me from every corner of the room, as though they had acquired a new life and motion of their own.”
—Jerzy Kosinski, from The Painted Bird, 1965. Freaky, no? For a real kick, go ahead and reread it, and then type and proofread it!
still in the Dark Ages
“You want to know something? We are still in the Dark Ages. The Dark Ages—they haven’t ended yet.”
—Kurt Vonneget, Jr., spoken by Rudy Waltz in Deadeye Dick, 1982.