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Officers who are Gentlemen

December 21st 2007 03:53
It is interesting that those who comprise a civilization can't even bother to show up, those who fight for it also strive to know what they fight for. The Weekly Standard published recently a wonderful article about an upcoming book called Soldier's Heart by Elizabeth Samet. She was an English teacher at West Point for 10 years and it's based on her experiences on teaching young military officers some classics of the Western literature.

"In class they read The Iliad, Beowulf, War and Peace, World War I poetry, and also Pope's Essay on Man, Dickens's Bleak House, Matthew Arnold's "Literature and Science," the curious lyrics of Wallace Stevens, Diderot's plan for the Encyclopédie.


Out of class, they keep at it. Lieutenants in Iraq who took her course three years earlier write back to ask about her current syllabus. Another stationed in Korea tells her, "Someone once told me that 'the most important book you will ever read is the first one after your graduation.' I wish I could remember what it was--I have done more reading since graduation than I would have ever thought possible." Still another writes from Mosul, "I have been rolling through books here at a pretty steady clip," and when he returns to the States, he reports, guiltily, that his reading has slipped.

.....The pressure magnifies the import of Macbeth contemplating the murder of Duncan, Penelope waiting for her husband, Stevens's "Oh! Blessed rage for order"--Samet doesn't have to convince them to respect Shakespeare, Homer, and the rest. The war has done that already. "

What's the status of those who don't fight?

"Compare them to students in the National Survey of Student Engagement (NSSE), a massive annual study of college kids. Asked in 2006 how often they talk to their professors outside of class, fully 43 percent of first-year students answered "Never," while 39 percent gave a middling "Sometimes." While Samet's students beg her to recommend books, when NSSE asked freshmen how many books they had read on their own in the previous year, 24 percent answered "None" while 55 percent opened a measly one-to-four. "


What an ironic contrast!





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Revenge of the Old Europe

October 13th 2007 05:04
Al Bore has won the ultimate seal of global messianism, so what's in it for us?

There is something marvellously ridiculous about Nobel Peace Prize what with Jimmy Carter, Yasser Arafat and some North Korean tyrant I can't name getting it but this is the worst of the lot. There was at least a semblance of argument that those awards were for, you know, peace. But, what exactly this pendulous piece of human flesh done for the humanity?

It is not enough for Democratic candidates to routinely aspire and rarely win US presidency. That presidency is only a preparatory course to Messiah-hood when they become some kind of reincarnate jesuses bestowing benedictions on everybody else. Cut short on the anointed eight years to transform the world and you have an automatic messiah in the making (Jimmy Carter). Give them their eight year run, they will take time to become a messaiah but become they will (Bill Clinton). Nowadays, they are not even bothering to run for the Presidency but directly to Messiah-hood (Barak Obama).

Al Gore was ofcourse denied the preparatory course for the Messiah-hood. But that didn't stop him. I wrote a small tribute to Atlas Shrugged down below. There is an incident in the novel where a Budhist hippie champions soya crops as the alternative to America's dietary ills, managing to kill the agricultural sector of the nation in the process. Al Gore is just such a hippie whose crusade from being a joke has suddenly turned deadly serious when things like the ethanol drive are driving food prices up everywhere. It is one thing to endure sillines like banning of the light bulbs but it is another thing again to submit the world to poverty and hunger. In the last decade alone, capitalism has erased hunger and poverty like no other altruistic, liberal program has in the history of the world. What does the liberal brotherhood do in response? Concoct an elaborate scheme, a grand scheme so stultifying in stupidity that it defies description and bring the world down to the knees again.

There is a cultural underside to this too. It shows clearly that European elites are, for all their pretensions to the contrary, stumpy maidens waiting to be included in the American politcal drama. For years, Gore's supporters have held that Bush stole their election from him and Europe was positively indignant about how their president was cheated out of the top job. How can you restore cosmic order and anoint your messiah? Do the next best thing and award him the Nobel Prize. He's too too good for the US presidency, anyway.

It maybe dying but Old Europe has bit back hard.
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Atlas is Fifty

October 7th 2007 03:50
It's 50 years since Atlas Shrugged was first published, one of the greatest books ever written in history.

I had already read The Fountainhead and I was fourteen. The next book to buy was of course, Atlas Shrugged. And for a fourteen year old child, that book came as a fairy godmother one never finds in real life. It bewitched pumpkins into twinkling carriages and took me on an intellectual journey which has never stopped since.

Of course, I have read it millions of times and of course I love it.

Have it outgrown it? many people claim that they loved it at one point of time but eventually grow out of it. Well, in a sense, I have. Too many people think that to love Rand is to be circumscribed by her. Many allege that this was a tendency perpetuated by Rand herself.

I did find new things to love, new boundaries so to speak, new pastures to graze. I may have come far from my intellectual hometown but is that straying too far? However far, I may have come, I have scrupulously followed one Randian dictum: THINK.

So, on the fiftieth birthday of Atlas, here's to my intellectual father (I am sure Ayn would approve of that term). FIFTY MORE YEARS.
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Enemies of Capitalism, Unite!

September 8th 2007 12:07
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It's always sex and money

August 25th 2007 10:02
This could be jejune or it could be true but it's fascinating and hilarious. I have wondered why the so-called secular, atheist Left has embraced the cause of obscurantist ideology like Islamic fascism and why gays and women would want to support sharia. Here's a great take on the subject, a comment on the blog The Belmont Club left by a casual reader, whiskey_199:

"Fundamentally, the Left does not want to preserve Western Civilization but destroy it.

Gay advocates know that overt expression of homosexuality will be punished by death, but Muslim rule will take most men out of the marriage market and force them into substitution, particularly with pornography forbidden. A nation of prison-sex in other words. A huge win for Gays and it explains their backing Muslim Sharia attempts.

Feminists of course view (probably correctly) middle class monogamous marriage a drain on women, and want to replace it with polygamy with powerful men. For them Sharia while inconvenient in dress and other freedoms offers a huge plus in the most important objective: sex and money from powerful men. This is why Feminists support Sharia Law and Islamist aggression. Well along with the undeniable fact that fighting Islamist aggression would move power from Feminists to soldiers.

The Left wants a feudal social hierarchy. Something like Castro's hereditary regime, with opportunities for "revolutionary violence" i.e. brutal killing for it's own sake unconstrained by any morals or standards. Not the least of which is the opportunities to seize property and become princelings. Fisk and TE Lawrence writing about their meetings with Osama and Faisal respectively might have well been describing the same event and man. The model for Leftists of society is a Pride of Lions, each young lion circling the aging lion waiting for his chance to drive off or kill the old one and seize all the females and resources.

Against this coalition of Leftists/Media/University people, Feminists, Gays there are unorganized and intimidated ordinary people. Who have been deliberately excluded from government, media, and politics. In European countries they have the choice of fleeing or turning to the only alternative: rightist politics.

But clearly Britain surrendered a long time ago. They won't fight so the sunk cost has already been written off."

No comments necessary. It's really fascinating stuff.
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Rome a model?

June 16th 2007 13:33
Cenacle is big on politics this week. To sign off, here's an interesting article about immigration in Rome, a historical reflection to advance the fierce debate surrounding the issue currently taking place in America. It's interesting to me because I wrote a couple of posts about demographics in literature including many ancient epics where it was a palpable theme. My aim was to start a thread on the topic. Like all good intentions, I didn't follow it through. With this article, I am going to bring it back. (It is time, I think, to start separate categories for concrete topics like this one.)

The article itself is pro-immigration and paints a mellow picture of Rome as being a model for America to emulate. I have reviewed a book called The Cults of Roman Empire which portrays quite a more complex picture of the Roman world than this article suggests. Nevertheless, is Rome a worthy model for America to follow?

In Rome too citizenship didn't come up to multicultural people in that bloodless way Murphy describes. Several wars were fought on the issue of Roman citizenship. Rome was first a big city and the surrounding Latin counties waged bloody wars to be granted Roman citizenship. And once this pattern started, Rome began to grant citizenship to one territory after territory after much bloodletting and in the end, what was a city became an empire. For many native Romans though, this was never a comfortable trade-off, and I suspect, neither for the foreigners. They basked in the Pax Romana for a brief while but the brilliant classical civilzation succumbed to enormous inclusionary pressure brought onto it and Dark Ages ensued.

As V.S.Naipaul flatly stated some years ago, much of anti-Americanism is actually a reactionary behavior to the fears of spurned citizenship. When 9/11 happened, the over-riding fear the world over was that America would tighten the immigration procedures. The popular anti-Americanism is for the most part a mixture of anti-immgiration fantasy of the nativists and the anti-American nativist fantasy of those who want to go there. After all, sentiments such as the one where the world should have a vote in American elections were made by respectable newspapers round the world too. Or else, the oft-expressed anitpathy for constitutional requirement barring foreign-born people to be elected to presidency. A Roman parallel was achieved when a foreigner named Severus was made emperor after Marcus Aurelius, who is usually taken by many to be the symbol of the beginning of the end of the classical world.

And its not just Rome. The same barbarians who descended on Rome also ended the brilliant oriental civilzations of India and Iran. (The world was as connected then as it is now, making globalization a fatuous and an unnecessary concept. ) Such end-of-the-world scnarios are the central concerns of the epics whether it is Mahabharatha or the Old Testament, Aenied or the Beowulf. All of them are tinged with sadness by the passing of their repsective civilizations. We live in a PC world, so matters which are not mandated by the Brotherhood recieve little or no representation in art today.

All this portends to a curious fact. America is not a empire YET. but, it is one its way to becoming one and the biggest indicator is the massive flood of illgeal immigrants in the country and the persistent attempts to legalise it. Citizenship is a boundary but once its breached, it cannot be contained. No matter what the cynics say that America's moment is over, it's still a young country and it has a lot of steam in it. These massive poachings on traditional boundaries are a way to supercede them and make them obsolescent. Much of the display of anti-Americanism is actually a latent desire to be included in the folds of the republic; in essence, making it into an empire.

No matter how many times, it is said so, America is not an empire. The republic is a unique institution in history and it would be a tragedy to lose it.

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Ciao America 2002. Starring Vincenzo Amato. Its plot described thusly:

Lorenzo Primavera is an unsettled Italian American college graduate who travels to Italy to coach American football to a team of Italians in Italy’s fledgling American Football League. It’s a league where everyone can kick but no one can catch. While coaching, Lorenzo meets and falls in love with Paola Angelini, a headstrong young music student who forces him to face the same decision as his immigrant grandfather some seventy years earlier. It is a decision, the outcome of which, will decide his very future.




Golden Door 2007. Starring Vincenzo Amato again. Its plot described thusly:

The turn-of-the-century voyage of a poor family from rural Sicily through the "golden door" of Ellis Island and into America. On a perilous steamship journey from his Sicilian village, the widower Salvatore Mancuso encounters a ravishing, mystery-shrouded Englishwoman, Lucy, Amid a harrowing crossing, an unexpected love story unfolds all the way to the halls of Ellis Island, where both Salvatore and Lucy will stop at nothing to make it to the America of their imaginations

America, we are ready to love you again. Just don't elect evil Republicans!
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Browsing through the net I stumbled upon this Poetry for the War section of the Wall Street journal website. I know I am four years too late but some of these poems are very fine, to say the least. During Iraq War and much of the subsequent period, I was shut up in myself.It also did not help that I was not connected to the internet or glued to television and that, coupled with my traditional troglodytic existence meant that I was three or four years behind the world. It is only in the last year or so that I could put away my personal cares adequately enough to read and understand the world. It is a hard task to come out of your cave.

So, you must understand my pleasure at discovering the cache of these fine poems. They are written by amateurs mostly and are on the same scale of my intelligence. (I consider myself an amateur too; never been exposed to the sturm and drang of the art circles or the universities.) Many are good but what affected me most were not the sentiments expressed here ( although I agree with a lot of them) but rather a surprise that they express thoughts in the same metaphors that I've tried hard to acquire myself (Oh, my solipsism !)

Consider this poem by Colin Dodds :

I was never much of a smoker,
but it was all so thick in the air.

The gods were aroused, desirous.
Their pheromones of fire and screaming
overtook our plans.

The stink below Canal Street
makes us mad for retribution.
The race of airplanes
unleashes its warrior caste.

Bloodlust is no weaker,
nor more complicated to arouse
than any other lust.

In the bars, the restaurants,
we talk war until we love each other.

Our conversations begin in diplomatic morass
and end in nuclear consummation,
tasting every permutation of horror in between.

And we hurry to the final explosion
just to be over with it, just to stop
wanting such things for a moment.

History and the old animal gods
squeeze us close.


We do all we can
to escape their embrace
and end up doing all that they ask.

I was thrilled to read this. You will my find my blog littered with commentary on mythologies. My interest in the ancient world developed when I began to read the Bible and the Beowulf, Odyssey and the Mahabharata and somehow I read in their arcane twisted interplay of gods and men a drama that is more germane to our existence. When we have banished myths and gods from our midst, we also have banished the only concepts that allowed man to perceive things bigger than himself and I do not mean abstract nonsense like eternity and but palpable entities like war, revolution, loyalty, insurrection and peace.

In ordinary times, we may scratch our heads at silly stuff like God, rituals and church attendance but only in times of stress, do we realise that gods and myths and epics are the secret language of a restless ming grappling with the world, not the "hereafter."

I called this blog Cenacle, primarily to talk about such forces, not just review books.

Then there is an ode to the Cowboy as well and you will find in the comment section my own take on what it means to be a cowboy!
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Carmen 63 by Catullus

May 2nd 2007 10:11
Yesterday I wrote about the self-castrating galli. Thier plight formed the subject of a very evocative poem by Catullus who also wrote in a meter called the galliambic, a metre seldom used before and never since. The translations all differ from each other quite wildly and having no Latin I have no way of distinguishing between the faithful and the sanitised renderings of the poem. Here's one which I found serviceable :

Carried in a fast ship over profound seas
Attis, eager and hurried, reached the Phrygian grove,
The goddess's dark places, crowned with woodland.
And there, exalted by amorous rage, his mind gone,
He cut off his testicles with a sharp flint.
While the ground was still spotted with fresh blood
Quickly took in his snowy hands a tambourine
Such as serves your initiates, Cybele, instead of a trumpet,
And shaking the hollow calf-hide with delicate fingers,
Quivering, she began to sing to the troop this:

Go together, votaresses, to the high groves of Cybele.
Go together, wandering herd of the lady of Dindymus.
Quick into exile, you looked for foreign places
And, following me and the rule I had adopted,
You bore with the salt tide and the violence of the high sea

And emasculated your bodies from too much hatred of Venus:
Delight the lady's mind with your errant haste.
Overcome your reluctance: together
Go to the Phrygian shrine of Cybele, to her groves

Where the voice of cymbals sounds, the tambourines rattle,
Where the Phrygian piper sings with the deep curved pipe,
Where Maenads wearing ivy throw back their heads,
Where they practice the sacred rites with sharp yells.
Where they flutter around the goddess's cohort:
It is there we must go with our rapid dances."

As Attis, the counterfeit woman, sang this to her companions,
The choir howled suddenly with tumultuous tongues.
The tambourine bellows, the cymbals clash again;
The swift troop moves off to Ida with hurrying feet.
Crazy, panting, drifting, at her last gasp,
Attis with her tambourine leads them through the opaque groves
Like an unbroken heifer refusing the yoke:

The swift votaresses follow their swift-footed leader.
When they reach Cybele's shrine, feeble and worn,
From too much toil they take their rest without bread (Ceres).
Sleep covers their eyes with a heavy blanket;
Their rabid madness subsides to a girlish quiet.
But when the golden sun with his streaming eyes

Purified the white sky, hard land, wild sea,
And drove away the shadows of night with his thundering horses,
Attis was aroused and Sleep went quickly from her
Back to the trembling arms of the goddess Pasithea.
Then from her girlish quiet, with no hurrying madness,
Attis remembered what she had done
And saw in her lucid mind what was missing and where she was.
Tempestuously she turned back to the shore.
There, looking at the open sea with tearful eyes,
With grief in her voice she addressed her native land:

"Land which begot me, land which brought me forth,
I am abject to abandon you like a runaway slave.
My feet have carried me to the groves of Ida
To be among snow in the cold lairs of wild beasts;
I shall visit their violent haunts.
Where, O my land, can I imagine you are?
My eye desires you and narrows as it turns toward you
In this short interval when my mind is unfrenzied.
Shall I be carried to the forests, from my far-off home?
Away from country, goods, friends, family?
From the Forum, palaestra, racecourse, and gymnasium?
There is nothing for me but misery.
What shape is there that I have not had?

A woman now, I have been man, youth, and boy;
I was athlete, the wrestler.
There were crowds round my door, my fans slept on the doorstep;
There were flowers all over the house
When I left my bed at sunrise.

Shall I be a waiting maid to the gods, the slave of Cybele?
I a Maenad, I a part of myself, I impotent?
Shall I live above the snow line on green Ida?
Shall I pass my life under the rocky peaks of Phrygia
Where the doe runs in the woods, where the boar mooches in the glade?
I regret now, now, what I have done, I repent of it, now!"
As these words hurried away from her pink lips,

Bringing a new message to the ears of the gods,
Cybele, letting her lions off the leash
And urging forward the beast on the left hand,
Said,

"Get on, be fierce, see that he's driven mad;
Make him insane enough to return to the forest
He has had the impertinence to want to be out of my power.
Come on, lash around with your tail till you hurt yourself:
Make the whole neighborhood ring with your bellowing roar.
Be fierce, shake the red mane on your muscular neck."

Thus the threatening Cybele, and she wound the leash round her hand.
The beast stirs up his courage and rouses himself to fury.
He is off, he roars, he breaks up the undergrowth.
When he came to the wet sand on the whitening shore
And saw tender Attis by the waters of the sea,
He charged: Attis, mad, flew into the wild woods:
There, for the rest of her life, she lived as a slave.

Great Goddess, Goddess Cybele, Goddess lady of Dindymus,
May all your fury be far from my house.
Incite the others, go. Drive other men mad.

The text is quoted from this site.


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"Thus a long list may be made out of female deities who show the general characteristics of Phrygian Cybele: the Lydian Mother, Cybebe or Cybele; Rhea of Crete; Hecate of Samothrace and Lagina; Bendis of Thrace and Lemnos; Cappadocian Mâ; Britomartis, or Dictynna, of Crete, who is Aphaea at Aegina; the Syrian goddess of Hierapolis; several forms of Artemis,--of the Tauric Chersonese, of Brauron, of Laodicea of Ephesus, Artemis-Aphrodite of Persia." The quote is from Florence Mary Bennett's Religious Cults associated with the Amazons, a book which I reviewed elsewhere.

The list is a a partial list of the mother goddesses whose worship involved a special cult of service, often violent. It usually invloved self-mutilation of some kind and may have invloved even human sacrifice in some cases. The mutilated priests often lived a life as temple devotees adn lived a life of wretchedness. Curiously enough for female goddesses, their priests tended to be generally male. Females were occasionally used.

In the case of males. the priests were often castrated and lived a life of sexual purity as eunuchs. In the case of females. the priests were obliged to undertake sacred prostitution. This double polarity has always fascinated me and I must say, i haven't been impressed so far by the various attempts at explanation that I've read.

The most famous of these mothers was of course Cybele. whose order of priests included the galli, the corybantes and the dactyls. Each of them were distinct.

The attendants of Rhea were called curetes and those of Bendis, fanatici. The Persian goddes mentioned here is Anahita who had her own followers. There were a couple of other goddesses, not mentioned in the above quote, like Kotys of Thrace who worshippers were called baptes. The Syrian Goddess is Atargatis and I have written about Lucian's famous account of her, elsewhere.

There were other kinds of mothers and other kinds of worship but the violent nature of these cults is special. Bennett even imagines Amazons to be nothing more than one such cult.

I am not a neo-goddess freak, just somebody who loves the romance of the ancient world and one of the more exotic aspects of that vanished world are these mother-goddess cults. Curiously, I am not aware of any male gods who inspired this kind of self-mutilation or prostitution.

Is it then part of wanting to be female? In a world which lacked sex transplant operations was self-castration the only remedy to transcend your gender? But ancient world possessed enormity of eunuchs, seraglios full of them. Not all of them were castrated in a fit of religious dementia. The mutilation went further; Bendis inspired people to cut their arms or breasts off. Also, it doesn't explain sacred prostitution and I think the Goddess who inspired men to saw off their genitals is the same one who inspired women to sell their bodies to strangers. I think both are related.

One can only wonder about the relgious sentiment that made people commit such actions in public processions.



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Hamlet's Rejoinder

April 21st 2007 10:52
Yesterday, I wrote about Vtech massacre. There is a passage in Hamlet which has been haunting me since I first read it. I should like to quote it in this context, for it befits the moral situation of this whole sad business.

Hamlet: Aye, marry, is't,
But to my mind, though I am native here,
And to the manner born, it is a custom
More honored in the breach than the observance;
This heavy-headed revel, east and west,
Makes us traduced and taxed of other nations;
They clepe us drunkards, and with swinish phrase
Soil our addition, and indeed, it takes
From our achievements; though performed at height:
The pith and marrow of our attribute;

So oft' it chances in particular men,
That for some vicious mole of nature in them,
As in their birth wherein they are not guilty,
(Since nature cannot choose his origin,)
By their o'ergrowth of some complexion,
Oft' breaking down the pales and forts of reason,
Or, by some habit, that too much o'erleavens
The form of plausive manners, that these men
Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect
Being nature's livery, or fortune's star,
His virtues else be they as pure as grace,
As infinite as man may undergo,
Shall in the general censure take corruption
From that particular fault; the dram of evil
Doth all the noble substance of a doubt,
To his own scandal.

I am not a native nor manner born to America but this is what I would quote in solidarity with that country.
The text is is taken from this site.

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Thoughts on VTech Massacre

April 19th 2007 09:06
My theory is that America is not a hegemony but rather a hegemonised agent. Sounds crazy? Let's look at the international press coverage of the recent Virgina Tech massacre. There were few, if any, statements of sympathy and shock. Just like Katrina before where a triumphant BBC questioned something like this: " Why should a rich country like the US be given any aid?" There is a sense of lynching about these events; it's as if America like Hester Prynne stands on a scaffolding wearing a scarlet A and the mob round her, certain of their rectitude, pronounce judgment.

Remember such massacres are not confined to America alone. See this entry for details. None of these other events evoke this kind of carnivorous reponse.

When the VTech massacre happened, the international press round the world debated about gun control in America. Isn't this a domestic issue of the US? So why should a German newspaper or an Italian TV station be concerned about it? Don't they routinely argue that America is a bully and should stop acting the policeman? But by interjecting themselves in an American tragedy (where as outsiders they should either commiserate or be indifferent) and trying to influence the American debate, aren't they acting the bully and the policeman themselves?

The gun-control debate in America has no international ramifications, so when the internatioal press displays so much passion about it, more so, in fact, than they show for debates in their own countries, it is evident of the fact their internal mechanism is conditioned by building an internal fantasy which imagines America as a barren untouched piece of land, ripe for a new colonization, a colony of "ideas". In this fantasy, their own pet solution to world peace is acted out. But they are not American citizens and are not able to translate this fantasy into reality, hence their subsequent disenchantment with America.

This is the first stage. This is superseded by the later stage when they identify with a particular political party or an ideological sect in America so completely, that their fantasies turn to imagining political outcomes conducive to their ideological needs.

Imagine the boost to this mentality if in fact there is a willing ear to be found in the US which will take its every pronouncement as a gospel ?A sect which, because its own proffered solutions have not always been acted upon ( as a democracy, the US would not not end up a monostate), begins to imagine it as a vacuous empty waste land? If these two parties became aware of each other? The fantasy begins to have a real consequences.

Like a BDSM orgy, a ritual of contempt and gratification is enacted. It is in this way, the European intelligentsia in concert with the American Left begins to reinforce behavior and take America to a place where Americans themselves may not want to go. The institution of hegemony is complete.
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300 and the battle over Herodotus

March 17th 2007 04:07
When I started blogging about Herodotus, I was hardly aware of the movie 300. Now that the movie is released and has caused a firestorm of controversy, the ultimate account on which it is based, Histories of Herodotus, can hardly be left behind. Quite predictabley, Herodotus is being dragged over coals.

Here's a neo-Persian tirade against him:

For many Iranians the cinematic movie ‘300’ may come as a shocking revelation. But to those of us who came up through America’s school system, the ‘Battle of Thermopylae,’ which is what the movie ‘300’ is based on, is as familiar as George Washington’s fabled “cherry tree” incident.

The Battle of Thermopylae was of course written by the classical Greek author, Herodotus, who lived in the Persian city of Halicarnassus. His book, ‘The Histories’ became part of Western folklore only recently. It was not until about 1850 that America embraced Herodotus as the leading authority on Persian history.

Before 1850, however, the West had a very favorable impression of the Persian Empire. That’s because the West’s main source for Persian history was the Bible and the ‘Cyropaedia,’ written by another Greek author named Xenophon.

But the Cyropaedia glorified the monarchy of Cyrus The Great, and in the wake of two bloody revolutions fought by America and France to liberate themselves from their own monarchies, a major campaign began, around the mid 19th century, to promote democracy throughout the rest of Europe, and Herodotus was the perfect propaganda tool.

Herodotus was a democratic groupie and was quickly ushered in as the “Father Of History.” Around 1850, his ‘Battle Of Thermopylae’ came to symbolize the West’s struggle for democracy against the powerful forces of Persia’s monarchy.

From there on, it goes onto a rapturous re-imagination of Persia, something which need not concern us. I am not a Herodotus scholar nor have been schooled by American school system, but the channel of transmission displayed here is interesting. I cannot comment on its veracity but what is striking is that a 2,500 old document should still be the centerpiece of a current passionate debate. If this controversy brings more readers to his stunning piece of art, then one can only be thankful about it.

My work is cut out then. Blog the rest of Herodotus.
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Phoenicians: Who were they?

March 10th 2007 01:16
Have you heard the story of Dido, the queen that Aeneas left behind so heartlessly? She is a Phoenician princess. Have you heard the story of Pygmalion and Galatea, the sculptor who fell in love with the statue he carved and prayed to Aphrodite that she be given life? He was a Phoencian king. Have you heard of Moloch, the terrible monster-like God to whom young children were sacrificed? He was the main god of Phoenician pantheon and yes, children were routinely sarcificed to him. Have you heard of Europa, the nymph whom Zeus carried away as a bull? She was a Phoenician princess according to the story and more likely, she was a Phoenician goddess. Have you heard the story of Hannibal and how he almost destroyed Rome? He was a Phoenician general who almost overrun the Roman empire.

These are probably the most well-known cultural references that have come down to us from both Western(that is Greek and Roman) and Judaic sources and the Phoenicians remain in the background and animate the shadows of both these traditions. Unlike other shadowy people, we know much more about them because they have left huge imprints of their civilization behind.

They come to the fore after the invasion of the Sea Peoples, except unlike the Philistines, these have occupied the long stretch of Lebanon coast. They built magnificent cities along this narrow coast: Byblos, Tyre, Sidon, Amrith, Berytus and later they colonised the whole of Mediterranean Coast and built the city that rivalled Rome in power and prestige, Carthage. Berytus, is of course, the modern Beirut.

They were the pre-eminent sailors, hence they filled in the role of abductors and pirates in legends. They were also known for the purple dye they produced, hence their name Phoenicia.

But, I think the Phoenicians were more influential than that. There is a version of thought that major Greek Gods like Aphrodite and Adonis were actually Phoenician imports. Though not an expert, I think the same too. More importantly, a whole lot of mythology that involves Thebes and Cadmus down to Oedipus and others, has at least a familial link to Phoenicia that survived in the stories themselves. I think that there must be a more intimate link.

The more I know about ancient near-East religions, the more I realise how Judaism (and Christianity) was shaped by its environment. Remember the famous story where Abraham was required to sacrifice his child and God finally spared him. The Old Testament God is called merciful when by your modern sensibilities he looks quite vengeful. I never understood him until I came to know about the wide-spread practice of child sacrifice. Yahweh is merciful because he has spared his followers the necessity of this grim practice in exchange for his protection.

Gods are bringers of new cultures. Just as Dinoysus is worshipped because he introduced vines and Athena because she brought olives, Yahweh is worshipped among other things because he got rid of the actual sacrifice and replaced it with a symbolic one. This is a new cultural invention. But, if you want to know the grimness of what Yaweh replaced, you should read about Moloch and his tophets, the death chambers where little children were burned to death and you would be stuck with a kind of horrible fascination about the civilization which practiced this as a normal ritual



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