While pondering the universe this morning, I thought of Ouroboros, the snake that eats its own tail. The earliest known representations of the snake in mythology are centered in Egypt, as it made its first appearance in Enigmatic Book of the Netherworld.1 Found in the tomb of King Tutankhamen, it depicted Sun god, Ra, connected to the God of the Afterlife, Osiris, as one, giant god, while two snakes with tails in their mouths, were coiled around the head, neck, and feet of the huge god, symbolizing the Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end, to which the lesson is that there is none, and that the universe is eternal.
Then I thought how the snake really appears to be eating its own sexual organ.
This is an interesting thought, as it turns out in consulting my book, that in later Greek mythology, Cronos (Saturn, to the Romans), Ouroboros' son, cut his father's penis off and threw it into the sea. Since all parts of Ouroboros were immortal, naturally, his penis grew into Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love, beauty, and fertility. Ouroboros, the Sky God, is also the son and subsequent lover of Gaia, the Earth, who was born from Chaos. His Lover-Mother and he were inseparable until Cronos cut himself free from his mother's womb, cut off his father-brother's main vein, and that's how the sky separated from the Earth, Duh! By the way, Ouroboros got rid of people by swallowing them whole... talk about deep throat.
Anyway, back to the snake eating its own trouser snake: I thought that the symbol, really, is just the symbol of the Universe telling us all to go Fuck ourselves in perpetuity... a forever, "Fuck You, you're permanently fucked!" Though, technically, in considering the nature of the fact that Ouroboros is beginning and end, we must equally be able to unfuck ourselves, negating the fucked, and remaining simultaneously fucked and unfucked as long as Universe exists.
1Hornung, Erik. The Ancient Egyptian Books of the Afterlife. Cornell University Press, 1999. pp. 38, 77–78
Monday, May 8, 2017
Monday, March 6, 2017
Here I am
In a world, crumpled-up
like an old piece of crumb-infested
|The Rime of the Ancient Mariner|
that will soon fall to its
amongst all the forbearing rubbish;
that useless bit of cellophane
will be thrown onto the curb
where the thieving ants will come
and scavenge through my few remains;
I will have no choice
but to surrender to their
Join the Ranks of the Stronghold
or be ripped and torn
into a million
to which all that I am is
September 6, 1995
September 6, 1995