Fantasy notes on Snyder/Miller's gazillion-dollar opus--with apologies to Italo Calvino ...
How well I know!--the Old King cried from beyond the Styx--the rest of you can't remember, but I can. We had her on top of us all the time, that enormous moon, and when she was waxing she sailed so low she just about impaled herself on the peaks of Thermopylae. Climb up on her? Of course we did. All you had to do was row out in a boat, prop up your spear with a corpse on the end for support, then scramble on up.
The spot where the moon was lowest was along the shore where the invaders disembarked. There was always a flight of projectiles--spears, lances, assagais, bronze-pointed arrows of every type and description--showering in from the littoral and across the moon's bloody face, hanging from that crimson-speckled ceiling or suspended in midair, a phosphorescent swarm we had to drive off, waving banana leaves at them.
But what did we do then that Maciste hadn't already, my army of critics wondered, in Cabiria for Pastrone, that impostor! Stand around and flex in front of porticos and stelae--it's all the man was good for, but we had plasma, cubits upon cubits of Type A, Type O, and of course he didn't. So call us poseurs in our sandals and thongs, but let me tell you, you don't get splatter effects like that on the cheap.
Did I like Xerxes, lord of all he surveys? Well obviously I did, and why wouldn't I--all that jewelry on face and fingers, the opals, the sapphires and gilt, enough to stock a thousand etuis for my one true love, my queen. But we were enemies sworn to the death and I told X that firmly--we Spartans will never surrender, never consort with the axis of evildoers invading our fair Peloponnese! So call it "clash of civilizations" if you must, in the grand backwater tradition of Friday Night Lights and buzkashi matches everywhere, but we all knew what the limits were then.
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"Prepare for glory, Spartans, for tonight we dine in HELLLL!!!!" So which of you hell-raisers will pick up the damn check?
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i've done this--or tried to--in the style of italo calvino and the rhythm's important here; plz ask if things aren't working, i'd rather make necessary changes myself the italic in the 2nd graf's deliberate--it's how calvino handles these asides; i've a copy of COSMICOMICS AT MY DESK if you want to check--the first chapter's the relevant one here nb: i've styled >Peloponnese< in text but >Peloponnesus< in tags; the first's the 19th century brit styling, which i thought appropriate here
re my not referring to the "subject A" directly: it's fully intentional--i've built the whole post around this evasion--so plz don't stick the title in! * thanx
Has this something to do with the latest "let's attack Iran" propaganda from Holywood under the name of 300? Only the USA is in no way an underdog it tries to present itself trough the identification with Spartans. And Persians weren't as savage as the film portrays them. After all, they are the ones who invented the civilisation and thanks to the Greek-Persian wars exported to us.
Your blogs are a journey. I like the process. I like the juxtaposition of the links. I like the multiple meanings. Your blogs remind me of a friend of mine who always takes me on an adventure everytime he speaks. I always learn something. Thank you!
ZARA--thanx for the kind words; let's hope they don't go to my head ...
Sometimes, I wish you'd just talk like an ordinary person. Surely any extraordinary ideas you have would shine through easily?