| | Les- Thank you for your explanations of history/mythology; in most ways I do indeed here have quite sympathy for you. Your 'bear goddess' story rings a remembered, if unfamiliar, note; I have a friend here living in San Francisco- her habit is to speak along the lines of similar guardian imagery. I do agree, roughly, with your telling of her/history (I could in justice use the former term more often), allowing for the forms of mythological discourse, But I would remember that this history, is, like all history, ultimately up to the changeable state of human knowledge. Mythology can in principle encompass truth, can learn from truth, and can educate the eye and soul to see truths one would otherwise have missed. And most importantly, mythology, as a fiction and like a novel, can craft visions which have the inspiration and power to make ideals crafted as historical narratives true before us in living flesh. But, mythology is art framed for practice in human lives, making use of the power of relating past events- it must never be confused with the clear investigation of past events, which may almost in the end disagree with the most moving chronicles. My best sense is that the matriarchal herstory you relate is in the rough factually true, but that is ultimately for the facts to decide. I have no difficulty in claiming the rights of mythology separate from those of the historical record. But one must employ the most severe judgement towards the latter. As Walter Kaufmann, a Jew who fled Nazifying Germany, once dedicated his From Shakespeare to Existentialism: To the millions murdered In the name of false belief by men who denied critical reason. Let us hang this inscription high above all our mythologies- Christian, Wiccan, Western, communist, feminist, Randian- and never forget that the highest point of the equal external mode of the human mind, is the synthesis of the creation of one's universe and the experience of the living world around us- philosophy, the love of wisdom (Sophia). And history, which is a part of this, fountains from a way of life where one delights above all in the experience of acquiring knowledge, however harsh that may be towards hopes invested in the past (that is also an excellent reason not to invest hopes in the past, but in life by the passions and excellences in which it can be lived). Let us, all of us, and may Goddess forgive my own trespasses, have an intellectual conscience. That said, let me speak on patriarchy and ethics, for I am both a Pagan and an egoist; meaning by the later that I think live should be lived dor one's own joy- though I think the latter is experienced in the brightest colors experienced in the world and achieved in one's own faculties- not in the maintenance of an 'ego' or (primarily) 'self'. For that reason, I don't ultimately believe that exploitation benefits anyone- I think exploitation is part a preference for power over joy, part stupidity in attempting to find joy, and the greatest part a social trap entangled in a history none of us can escape completely. Ultimately, 'tis not human interest which causes exploitation, but patriarchal and other exploitive systems which burden everyone's interests (and interest as such we should praise) and warp those it permits in a futile, group-bound miserable war; in patriarchy's case- the 'battle of the sexes'. Patriarchy is, to my experience, not a single arrow of oppression but a vector caught in a cycle of violence. As a transgendered woman, I've experienced many sides of our social world, and it is true that, even now, the suffocation of womens' faculties is all too palpable. I myself, even without the burden of feminine socialization, have sometimes had to struggle all the harder to get my voice heard, with that struggle taken as more evidence of feminine or feminist 'spite' or 'bitchiness'. Men do have more power, primarily more power to determine others' lives. Yet is this true efficacy? I think power is a miserable thing to exercise, and I know that, as a woman, I have had less control but have been far happier, and greatly because I do not shoulder the immense burden of constant expectation that men are expected to carry. Women are suppressed in the development of their faculties, but too often men are suppressed in their enjoyments. Men must constantly maintain their virile standing my showing they are in control, that they hold the leash. But as Ayn Rand well said, "a leash is just a chain with a noose at both ends." I've no doubt patriarchy is very real- in fact I think it is the most fundamental of our sad premodern (and not very premodern) legacies of social oppression. But patriarchy is not so much oppression of women by men as the straddling of society to a patriarchal morality and social structure, and it is one that makes most everyone suffer (not necessarily equally), and all lose something of what they could have been. But it is something no one ultimately benefits from, and I think it is best to show men as well as women why patriarchy limits their humanity than it is to present men as gaining real value from the system. Surely, most men are vested in the system, but who isn't? Surely every housewife (and whore) has something immediate to lose if patriarchy ends, but that doesn't mean it would ultimately benefit her to feel liberation. And women have their abuses of the system as well. One product of patriarchy's virgin/whore dichotomy is that women of "virgin" status are seen as pure and superior compared to evil lustful males, and patriarchy encourages them to take social power as guardians of the moral order- over both 'selfish' men and 'immoral' women. On an everyday scale, women are often subservient and sometimes treated very cruelly, but they often in return abuse their moral power, shaming men with guilt, resentment, envy, and using patriarchy's expectations of male performance as a means of exploitation. We act empty and innocent but we are fueled by distortion of lives that are distant as shame and misfortune Faith is one thing but it hard when you've no room to speak (feel's so funny to be ~free~) [Indigo Girls] I'm not saying that in the end precisely that the evil is balanced, or that ultimately there are not a small number of power-lusting men (and some women) who will dig in to the death to defend their status privileges in a mangling social system. But I am saying it is easy to look across social chasms and imagine those who have hurt you are happy in the benefit of their exploitation, when usually they are just as unhappy, limited in their options, and largely blind of the consequences of what they for simply to try to get a chance at happiness. We- in legislatures, in religions, in philosophies, in families,- constantly seek to preserve the restricted happiness the system has let us experience by denying and hurting the happinesses of others, similarly restricted, and who are themselves fighting the same war. Men and women so often try to get 'freedom' or 'liberation' by trying to keep what a system has offered them and curse the other side, not realizing that the 'self' they try to free is root and branch part of society's poisonous tree. Thus one sees men complaining of female moralism and sex-hatred, without realizing that patriarchy makes these things inevitable. But one also sees women attacking male control and violence, while making use of the very moralisms patriarchy invented. It is an ugly system, an eye for an eye making the world blind. I personally think that everyone- male and female- would discover they were far kinder to each other if they sat down and had the courage to understand and speak aloud what would really make them happy in this Earth. I don't think people ever find happiness is evil qua evil, and I think that our best chance for a life-giving world lies in the celebration of that individual happiness, and the encouragement of all to find it in organic creativity and instrumental productivity as they will. As for the evil that men do, I think ultimately it is the bottled emotion and shunted empathy, the forcing of all right to joy and experiences of self worth through the needle of 'proving oneself' and 'success' that drives male anger more than anything else. As an escort, I am continually amazed at how gentle and understanding men can be when they are finally free for a moment to just experience desire, to touch someone, which no judgement, no status on the line, no need to prove themselves or show how moral they are. Industry wisdom is that a third of men are surprisingly 'femininely' gentle, a third are 'masculinely' just and respectful in the best sense of the masculine virtues, and a third are jerks. That has about been my experience (one tries to screen out the jerks), and I think it says much about what patriarchy does to men, as well as women, in this world.
That doesn't mean men (and women) who commit evil acts should not be dealt with as necessary for our own preservation and liberty. But I think that- after all of the evils witnessed in the last century caused by blaming groups of people for real and imagined evils- we should be eternally shy about language that blames living humans as a group for the sadnesses of this world. A few men in various times- Euripides, Aristophanes, William Lloyd Garrison, John Stuart Mill, post-Randian Roderick Long (http://praxeology.net/unblog03-04.htm#18), have done much to stand speak up against womens' oppression. For their honour, if nothing else, it is not men who should be named as the oppressor- but patriarchs, wherever they mat be found. If by blind justice Nike these are in fact less women than men, then let justice- as much as it has to be to anyone- be done. The enemy is not men, it is patriarchy. Though, that said, I am no pacifist and carry a sword in my left hand, and would not spare the sharpest weapons with those who defend vicious social systems that destroy human lives.
Please understand, I share your feminist goals, and kinship to your hopes. But I still think that the most practical way is to give peace a chance. Let us remember that once one has looked another in the eye as a person, one loses the power to speak in confidence one's own joy in certainty if one denies their own. Let each have pride in their pursuit of happiness, and I think it is very much in women's interests to teach men to really do that, instead, of pursuing the joyless status seeking of patriarchy and the Protestant Ethic. But ultimately, that joy (and knowing one it requires), and the respect of the right of each to that joy must guide the spirit of the social order. An ye harm none, do as ye will.
my regards,
Jeanine Shiris Ring )(*)(
P.S. And, oh yes, I did write that poem, and I thank you for the blessings of your compliment; this is the scene of that verse in entire:
So lifts the sorceress, from Attic dome's shattered ring, She soars, above us, on wyvern's broad, lonesome wing. Skies have closed over, cloaking those bright, Hyperion stars; faint dying embers, of an old world, fled from ours. Cursed as destroyer, she who could not smile their slight All she created, lost in that last, blazing night. Hear lamentations, wept as the tears, washed her face. For it is we, we who desert her, who disgrace. I pray to Erebus, I who still fight, still remain. Who will repair us?, bearing the burdens, for their train? Oh, good Euripides, who wrote our chronicles for their stage why write your verses? You are an exile, in your age. She fled for Colchis, seeking her girl's shore and sea. Sad eyes survey this, what her beloved, came to be; maidens in pasture, collared as slaves, sunk in chains. None of the Asia, that had once made her, still remains. Everywhere exile, driven from shrine's-fire and home. She shall retire, cursed to prescry, a rising Rome. Cave is awaiting, not to rebirth, but just to die. Her star is fading, under the solstice of their sky. She holds her courtship, deep in her caverns, sought below. Names were forgotten; all she once was, none shall know. Shrunk and diminished... Faery-tale child, witch, and crone. She is now finished; only a phantom, and unknown. Such as remains now, echoes as charms, curse and hex. Astarta's raiments, niche for their harems, for her sex I sense the winter... soon comes the cruel, Christian cold. only one splinter, of her once stature, glistens gold. Venus is waning... disaster's star, is poised to fall It will take little, more to dethrone her,
once for all.
(Edited by Jeanine Ring on 12/06, 9:34am)
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