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Eurydice died in the woods from a venomous snakebite and descended to the underworld. Orpheus joined the expedition of the Argonauts, saving them from the music of the Sirens by playing his own, more powerful music. By submitting, you agree to receive donor-related emails from the Internet Archive. DAISY download.
2. Orpheus and Eurydice
She engages with Eurydice in a series of c. These stories are such that we might feel safer keeping them at the outer edges of our moral and cultural maps. But when Ovid and Ettinger are placed in mutual dialogue, boundaries are submerged. For all the discomfort they might induce in us, the stories have the potential to remake us, if we agree to look back, but not like Orpheus with a gaze that disfigures and kills. Newly wed Eurydice is taking a stroll with her attendants when she is bitten by a snake and drops dead.
Consumed by grief, her husband Orpheus undertakes the descent to Hades in an attempt to convince Persephone and Pluto to give the two of them a second chance. Indeed, the couple are allowed to re-unite in the world of the living, but Orpheus must not look back during the return trip to the lands of light. As we all know, Orpheus does turn his head and thus Eurydice is snatched away from him, irrevocably. Fading into the shadows, Eurydice does not complain that her husband failed her; a hardly audible farewell passes through her lips and she slips away again.
And yet, in a typical Ovidian way, the text leaves us with an impression that there is something undeclared beneath the surface of the narrative. In the blink of an eye — or in the length of two hexameter lines — Eurydice is bitten and dies, while Orpheus recovers from his grief and seems ready for an adventure. The shift delicately suggested here is from elegiac lament to epic challenge: the heroic Orpheus is ready for a task that will transmit his name to future generations.
Footnote 4. There is a deed to be accomplished and Orpheus feels confident of his chances because he can tell a good and straight story. Footnote 5. The snatched bride remains in the shadows without any hint of a physical description before she is seen and then lost. But was it affection that obliged Orpheus to gaze on Eurydice? But the question surely is what kind of love? As we move beyond antiquity and into the medieval era we find Orpheus inserted into moralizing, allegorical, or political, discourses in equal measure, and the figure continues to metamorphose throughout the Renaissance and into modern times.
Footnote 7 It is almost inevitable that in this kind of vision, Eurydice is held in a subsidiary position, her fate of secondary importance. Footnote 9. There is something baleful in this glance, such a punishing, dividing glimpse that disfigures the object of its gaze right at the moment of recognition. Terror and dislike? Footnote Recent times have compensated Eurydice for her long absence. Their Eurydices even show some affection for the Underworld as place of independence and rest.
Ettinger eschews the gender polarities of the myth and is not interested in feminine or masculine subjectivity as a secure subject position.
The layering of the work is fundamental. Some paintings are obscured by the ink, while in others the traces of ink actually enhance the outline. The whole series makes for a disturbing experience; these are not pieces susceptible to easy assimilation or confident interpretation. The blurring of different faces, different pasts, different sources, different stories resists any comfortable attribution of meaning.
We search for a secret enfolded within the many layers, a secret of whose existence we are aware. The images, some of which emanate from a transformative historical event, while others are private and domestic, must surely tell a story, surely reveal some narrative connection between the elegiac personal and the epic historical, but that story remains elusive.
The faces in some canvasses are clearer than in others. In some we know that we see rough silhouettes of faces and women, but the grain of the photocopier ink and the India ink superimposed on the photographs ensures that we are never confident of what we see.
Indeed, can we see at all? Can we understand? Can we capture the object at which we gaze? The gaze of the viewer is hesitant, undirected: we look back and forth unsure of where to focus, of which layer truly gives meaning. We are never able to hold on to Eurydice, who is emerging from the great mystery of death, but will never complete that emergence. She will go back into death, and we must let her go and know that we must let her go. Depending on which canvas we glance at, she emerges and recedes in a perpetual ebb and flow, a ghostly and desired figure that reminds us of the limited power of our gaze, of our inability to hold onto what we see, and of the inadequacy of our language to express our reaction to these events, whatever they may be.
Eurydice is not distinct. And she is not singular. Her image seems redoubled and there seems to be a set of them, all of them fading and appearing all at once. Do we know what we have lost in her? Do we know whom we have lost?
Somewhere, sometime something was lost, but no story can be told about it; no memory can retrieve it, for the memory is itself fractured, partial, fading into oblivion. This does not obliterate the image. Indeed, his language, his art, wins. Ultimately, the re-emergence of Eurydice into life, which depends on the straight story that he generates, fails because of his need to check the truth of that story; the great narrator of what it is, is gripped by doubt as to how it is.
He needs to check that he has won. The viewer is faced with pictures that bear some resemblance to an original, but that are themselves an original, in their mixed media blurriness that ensures nonetheless that Eurydice never disappears, but simply resides just outside our touch, a step away from oblivion and yet never enveloped by it.
Partly present and partly absent from the picture, the Eurydices of Ettinger set a challenge for the viewer that cannot be overcome. We cannot be sure that Eurydice is going, or indeed coming, in the canvasses; we have no direction for her travel, and her figure belongs to the past if she is leaving the world of the living, to the present if is she is truly here, and to the future if she is returning.
Eurydice is thus suspended between the worlds of the living and the dead, not on an epic journey to and from the Underworld, but suspended somewhere in-between. Eurydice is never quite there, as she is never quite there in the Ovidian text, but she is never quite gone either. Ettinger turns the Ovidian experience around and we wonder not about the heroic viewer, but about our relationship to the variously reproduced images. The viewer is set on a path of discovery about the other and about herself.
Her engagement with the canvasses depends on her own perception, will, compulsiveness and much more. The Matrix is an extimate zone, where the internal is becoming external and the external internal by virtue of the transgressive potency of the margins. It is a zone of encounter between the intimate and the exterior, where the uncognised Other as a non-I and the I co-emerge and co-fade, are separate but together, in a continual attuning of distances in proximity.
I and non-I are both part of the self, and subjecthood is continuously renegotiated in a borderspace of evolving relationships. Such fluidity works against the fixity of identity and the tightening of boundaries encouraged and expected by the Symbolic. In his desire to recognize and be recognized , the epic bard and hero Orpheus longs for a creature that will in many ways make him. The Eurydice story will complete his epic quest and make his reputation as epic hero, lover, and poet in which guises he is able to overcome death.
But Eurydice is always spectral and matrixial, and Orpheus grows increasingly unsettled in his possessive love. Lack of confidence in his abilities and his success makes him turn. Rather than accepting the uncertainty, he has to know.
Rather than accepting the shade that follows him from death, he needs to recognize her as he has written her into his heroic quest, and through this need he loses her, severing the borderlink between the two of them which is the only way that he and she can come into being-together. She accepts his failure; he sees her as a monster, something other that he will never grasp. We have trained our eye to see in his verse the oppositional and the transgressive.
The story starts with Byblis abandoned in a love not yet disturbing. But gradually Byblis has become discontented. Peace would come only in sleep when the full extent of her connection with her brother would be revealed to her in a dream. And then free from judgement, and far from witnesses IX.
Encouraged by the strength of love, Byblis toys with the idea of changing names and social roles. A change of name would allow her to be daughter-in-law to his father, and him, Caunus, to be son-in-law to her father IX. With trembling hand, she attempts to channel her emotion into words. She writes, erases and writes again. She confesses that she is embarrassed to reveal her name and prefers to make her plea without a name IX.
Tears of pain flood the tablet, a superb account of the limitations of the Symbolic economy and the ways individuals try to work around it. The remainder of the story is very grim. Caunus is repulsed, Byblis pursues her terrified brother until he has to leave the country and she subsequently melts from grief. Critical scholarship has focused on the ethical challenges presented by the story Footnote 15 and more recently also on the generic reasons behind the disastrous turn of events.
The letter is a crucial aspect of the story. The moment she starts writing, Byblis realizes that the words she believed would bring understanding are the biggest obstacle to understanding. Naming her emotion is an inadequate representation of it. Each of her attempts results in something that is too precise, too restrictive, and ultimately too prescriptive. As she searches for names to recognize and express her condition, her love and she herself become more evidently inappropriate.
She tries to alter her name, his name, her relation to his father, his relation to her father. But these are unyielding positions within the Symbolic Order, their intransigence the price the subject pays in exchange for participation in language and advancement in society.
Let us not forget: what stops Caunus from punishing the nurse with death for supporting this disturbing passion is only his honour, his good name in society IX. Names define: people, roles, allowed behaviours, relationships.
But that is not all that we get from this tortuous re-telling. He was part of her even though separate from her. The union dreamed here is already sexual, such as to make her blush. And yet it is a union in which identities are swapped and confused, in which there is a perfection, a shared body, and a familial fluidity and completion with parents, siblings, sons and daughters all re-allocated in roles entirely compatible with her fantasy IX. In Ovid this is an illusion briefly allowed only in shadows and dreams before a catastrophic end.
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He wore a small silver ring pierced through his left eyebrow. Daphne wondered if Leanne Carmichael might recall that ring. Orpheus in the Middle Ages. Gros Louis, Kenneth R. MacQueen, John. Mills, Carol.
The Fate of Orpheus on the Operatic Stage: Death and Transfiguration Peter Burian 1 Although not a subject of Greek tragedy, the story of the ill-fated love of Orpheus and Eurydice is, in the usual telling, of the kind we commonly call tragic. Here in outline is the tale as it came down to the European Middle Ages and Renaissance, and ultimately to us, thanks largely to its retelling in Vergil Georgics 4. Orpheus could not be consoled and finally resolved to enter the underworld himself and plead with the gods below for her release from the bonds of death. He charmed everyone, from Charon the ferryman, to the monsters of Hades, to the very gods of the world below. Indeed, his song and the music of his lyre so enchanted Plutus and Persephone that they allowed him to take Eurydice from the land of the dead to the light above, but on one condition: that he not look back on her until they had left the underworld.
This is Orpheus And Eurydice Story for children. Once upon a time, there lived a great musician in Greece called Orpheus. He could make the most beautiful music ever heard when he played his lyre. Even the birds would come by his window to listen to him play. Orpheus lived with his wife, Eurydice who loved him very deeply.
She engages with Eurydice in a series of c. These stories are such that we might feel safer keeping them at the outer edges of our moral and cultural maps. But when Ovid and Ettinger are placed in mutual dialogue, boundaries are submerged.
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Как глупо с моей стороны. Прошу меня извинить. К человеку в моем положении часто приходят с… ну, вы понимаете. - Да, мистер Клушар, конечно, понимаю. Это цена, которую приходится платить за известность.
Ни у кого не вызовет подозрений, если ключ попадет именно к. И что особенно удачно - эту компанию меньше всего можно было заподозрить в том, что она состоит в сговоре с американским правительством. Токуген Нуматака воплощал старую Японию, его девиз - Лучше смерть, чем бесчестье. Он ненавидел американцев. Ненавидел американскую еду, американские нравы, но более всего ему было ненавистно то, что американцы железной хваткой держали мировой рынок компьютерных программ. У Стратмора был смелый план - создать всемирный стандарт шифрования с черным ходом для Агентства национальной безопасности. Он страстно желал разделить эту мечту со Сьюзан, осуществить ее с ней вместе, но знал, что это невозможно.
Сьюзан, в свою очередь, удивил ответ шефа. - Но ведь у нас есть ТРАНСТЕКСТ, почему бы его не расшифровать? - Но, увидев выражение лица Стратмора, она поняла, что правила игры изменились. - О Боже, - проговорила Сьюзан, сообразив, в чем дело, - Цифровая крепость зашифровала самое. Стратмор невесело улыбнулся: - Наконец ты поняла. Формула Цифровой крепости зашифрована с помощью Цифровой крепости.
Глаза Сьюзан неотрывно смотрели на Танкадо. Отчаяние.
- Он привлек внимание к тексту на экране. - Кто-нибудь может мне объяснить, что это. ВАС МОЖЕТ СПАСТИ ТОЛЬКО ПРАВДА ВВЕДИТЕ КЛЮЧ______ Джабба не дождался ответа. - Похоже, кто-то очень нами недоволен, директор. Это шантаж.
Но Хейл сидел на месте и помалкивал, поглощенный своим занятием. Ей было безразлично, чем именно он занят, лишь бы не заинтересовался включенным ТРАНСТЕКСТОМ. Пока этого, по-видимому, не случилось: цифра 16 в окне отсчета часов заставила бы его завопить от изумления.
Двое суток встроенные часы устройств обменивались бесконечными потоками зашифрованной синхронизирующейся информации. АНБ, перехватывая эти информационные импульсы, игнорировало их, считая аномалией сети, безобидной тарабарщиной. Но когда ТРАНСТЕКСТ расшифровал эти потоки информации, аналитики тут же увидели в них синхронизированный через Интернет отсчет времени. Устройства были обнаружены и удалены за целых три часа до намеченного срока взрыва.
- У тебя есть ключ от кабинета Фонтейна. - Конечно. Я же его личный помощник. - Дай мне. Бринкерхофф не верил своим ушам.
Заметано. - Ну вот и хорошо. Девушка, которую я ищу, может быть. У нее красно-бело-синие волосы. Парень фыркнул.
Чрезвычайная ситуация. Она не помнила, чтобы это слово срывалось когда-нибудь с губ коммандера Стратмора. Чрезвычайная. В шифровалке.