Quick Doodle Of The Sad Soggy Man!

Quick doodle of the sad soggy man!

This post, made me think in a different light some key events and locations, Aiaia and Ogygia, (temptation sites) are, as you said, not tamed places (they are really lush and full of plant life, but not a lot of animals, (except Aiaia, because of Circe); maybe..this is my own crack head idea; maybe the plants represent the true nature of women and the animals men; because there's so few in those places, plants can take root and grow so much; pigs, humans, dogs, etc... stamp little sprouts and make paths in could be natural greenery. It would be funny that Homer acknowledge that part, in the way that men are supposed to tame nature and also women. But in his work the island never stop being lush, Odysseus is the tamed one as he gives himself into Them, not the other way (I came up with this before going to bed, so it may be a stupid thing).

And yes he's changed from Ogygya, he's way more patient with them as both of you stated above.

Circe and Calypso have very different roles in the Odyssey

First the similarities: they're both steps to overcame on his nostos and they're both desirable women (Homer throws bits about Odysseus playing the role of lover/father all around the poem for us to see what could've been and long for this family's reunion).

Only one of them plays a role as an abuser.

Circe has a parallel in Protesilaus, as a deity who has to be tamed through a very specific set of steps, and if done right, will give you important knowledge to go back home. Only in her case, the "ritual" involves intercourse. Because woman 🤷‍♂️. There's no attraction from Odysseus' part but neither from Circe. She must think her life is at risk to look for a way to buy his mercy and then keep on with the rest of the steps. I honestly don't think it's supposed to be about sa but a task. This ritual only ends once both have earned each other's trust. Because of it Circe nurses all the crew back to health for a year along with giving them the info. There's also a subtext of male subduing female (women at the time are seen like untamed nature that men come and civilize, therefore the luscious landscapes both women inhabit), and specifically this type of female who is unwed, doesn't like men and subdues them for her benefit. What we'd call a man-eater. Hehe that pun wasn't intentional but I'll leave it.

Calypso has a parallel in every male god who has taken women for themselves (eyes turn to Zeus), her words not mine. But that's not her main role, I see it as a little something Homer added. She's is the only foe who cannot be defeated by Odysseus himself but with the gods literally plucking him from Ogigia. She's the "game over" screen. Homer directly addresses the theme of sa, like "hey I know we don't really care about women's consent but WHAT IF I PUT LITTLE BABY IN THAT PLACE DO YOU FEEL EMPATHY NOW". I think he does it as a personal artistic liberty and it's honestly heartwarming. But Calypso's role in the myth per se is just temptation. Consider it: a woman, a paradise, eternal life, etc. Things any man would supposedly want (look at it like the very common story about the man who becomes successful and rich so he gets himself a beautiful new wife and leaves his family behind). But Odysseus not only chooses his family but Homer has him crying every day. There's also the bits about him laying with Calypso literally against his will, but that changes between translations: some say he doesn't want "it" specifically, some are more vague. It's clear he's very unhappy with his situation, anyway.

I'll not address the "cheating" because now I'm sure there was no way for a husband to cheat. Ok I'll address it. Odysseus not wanting to bed other women other than Penelope is not supposed to be the standard, is just him being extra. Like a millennial treating their pet like a child. The bare minimum for him to be considered a perfect husband would be just taking good care of Penelope. Yeah, for Homer he's a super-douper, excellent, shiny, glittery husband.

What's my point? Who knows. I just wanted to add to the conversation. I don't think Odysseus is supposed to be a sa survivor in the myth that existed beyond Homer. But I do think it's a really good conversation to have, because yes, for modern standards there's a lot of filth to discuss in there.

So ye.

This is Art!!!!

i had a vision

Only real ones know

@simugeuge Thanks so much for the palate cleanser! @katerinaaqu´s was endless crying and Tholos too T T

Anyways: here´s a doodle of three in their drawing session >:D

Hope you like it!

Ducks and Leopards

It was a pretty, warm morning on Ithaca. The royal family were reunited in the yard. Odysseus was checking the stones of the wall that surrounded the house, to see if there were any in need of fixing. Telemachus sat on the floor, drawing with a pig tusk. Penelope walked to Telemachus, put her hand on his shoulder, and stretched her neck to look over his head. He immediately covered the drawing with his body and waved his hand away. “Do not look, you’ll make fun of it.”

Penelope seemed offended. “Son, I would never be that cruel”, said, wrapping tightly her veil around her.

“You are.”

“I have never laughed at you, what are you saying, child?” she pressed her fingers on his shoulder to reassure him. But couldn’t keep talking, because an uncontrollable laughing fit emptied the air of her chest, folding over, grasping his arm.

“It’s a leopard.” Explained to her, flustered, the young man.

“That- that is a do-og, son. What is it?”

“I told you it was not good.”

“And the ears! But it has the spots!” Penelope’s knees were giving under her.

“What have you done to your mother?” Odysseus approached dusting off his hands.

“Ah, it wasn’t me. She loses all her poise whenever she has the chance to be cruel. Compose yourself, queen.” Telemachus teased her. “Please come look, father. Tell my mother it's a good leopard what I’ve drawn.”

Odysseus spied over their heads. He nodded. “I’ve traveled a lot, and I can tell you that is a good leopard if I've ever seen one…”

The young man leered at the queen.

“...We’d call them seals back then.”

“Oh!”, Telemachus grunted while both the king and the queen laughed at him.

“Well, if both of my beloved parents are so dexterous in matters of drawing, I’d like you to show you can do it better than me.” Telemachus offered the tusk in defiance.

“I will take it,” said the queen sitting next to her son and started drawing on the dirt. “I will draw a duck.”

The men complained. It was too easy. It was too boring. But she dismissed them and put all her attention in her drawing.

“Where have you seen leopards?” asked Odysseus scratching his beard.

“I saw one as a child, in Sparta,” explained Penelope, still focused on her duck.

“They brought one to the court of king Menelaus when princess Hermione got wedded to Neoptolemus Achillides. It was a wedding gift. And I would have never made an effort to try and recreate it as beautifully as Pisistratus can, had I known my mother was so very rigorous in matters of art”, Telemachus lifted his voice in reproach.

“There. It is done. A duck.”

“The legs are too long.”

“And the curve in the back is not right, honey.”

“Well, I don’t presume to be an artist, but the idea of a duck is right there.” She opened her hand to the drawing.

Both men scrunched their noses. “The idea of a bird.” Odysseus conceded.

Penelope left them to go check on the length of the duck’s legs in the pen. The king now sat down, took the tusk, and started drawing.

“What are you doing?” asked the woman on her return.

“A leopard and a duck.”

Now it was his turn to get jeered at.

“Awfully competitive.”

“That is very poor creativity, father.”

“He will copy from us.”

Odysseus kept abstracted as minutes passed, now erasing with his foot, now drawing again.

“What would they want a leopard for?” wondered Penelope.

Telemachus giggled: “Maybe the person who gifted it was given the leopard, and didn’t know what to do with it.”

“In that case darling, how far in the leopard line do you think we are?”

“Expect the leopard in a year or two.” mumbled Odysseus, scratching the dirt a little more. “There.” He declared, unsure. His wife and son came closer but they were silent.

“Honey, yours are the worst.”

“They are like stick figures.”

The king scratched his head, frustrated. “They are animals alright. I never promised anything.” He thought for a moment and took the tusk again. “I will draw a snake and I'll show both of you.”

Calypso: nothing love can cure!

Odysseus: no!!!!!

Calypso: your free trial of the day is over ❤

Calypso: Your eyes are red. Are you high? Odysseus:*imitating Calypso* "ArE YoU HiGH?" Odysseus: No, bitch. I've been crying. Calypso: Oh.