"...the word sambadats refers to the general category of Nenets shamanistic songs. The sambadabts were performed by the shaman during the act of a shamanistic seance and they contained expressions about deities and helping spirits of the shaman. The shaman also described his journey in the supernatural world in the song."
Jarkko Niemi
the Nenets
16.7.03
Anders Zorn
Gullers Trading ab. Vaggkalendrar 2003 (left)
Tigertail Virtual Museum (right)
Frey and Freya personify, it may be thought, a male/female split in the procreativity formerly centred exclusively in the indivisibility of Mother Hel, surely identifiable with Hulda, Holda, or Frau Holle, as described by Grimm, p.267. Frey, says Hellquist, means "Lord", and Freya is merely a feminisation of the same word, ie "Lady"; hence Ger Frau, Fraulein, and Sw fru, "Mrs", and froken, formerly "Miss", both titles now almost obsolete. Frey is also called Fro, "seed", so froken means "seedling", otherwise "nymphet", the term lately popularised by VN.
But Hellquist hasn't finished. Fro, believe it or not, is also cognate with "frog", Sw groda, a word apparently obscurely related to Sw groda, not a million miles from English "growth". For the divinity of frogs and toads see Marija Gimbutas: illustrations below. Prehistoric biologists, embryologists and natural scientists would have observed that frogspawn and toadspawn rapidly convert into tadpoles, eggs with tails and sprouting legs, all of which can be seen, without the aid of a microscope, as growth from various sorts of seed. Fro survives in English as "fry", as in "small fry", little fishes, especially those fresh from the spawn, or little children.
From Hel to Hell and Back
The Joik is often compared to Amerind chanting, a description that is correct insofar it sounds similar, yet a joik is not a song about a person or place but an attempt of the joiker to sing the essence of the subject. This songmode is highly personal and touches upon the subject of Sami spirituality and will therefore not be discussed further here.
A brief introduction to traditional Sami song and the modern music.**** **** ****
As a other peoples we have a history of our own. Even though there never was any kings or armies.
The mountains are our own, there we have spent our childhood, grown up, lived, worked and finally passed away to the next existence. The traces left might be hard to find, but we was there, we still are there.
The lakes are ours. From them we have gotten some of our food. A complement to other sources which nature have provided us with to nourish us. The rivers and creeks of the Sami nation are also ours as well as the forests.
A land for the reindeer, a home for us both.
Gaaltije, native culture center.:
The truth is, though, even if Mr. Dylan did borrow a few lines from Mr. Saga's work, they not only appear in a different medium (music) and a different milieu (far from Mr. Saga's oral history of Japanese gangsters), they also represent only a fraction of the mosaic that is "Love & Theft." Even Mr. Saga himself seems to understand this as, in the interviews that have been published he has praised Mr. Dylan's work.
The intimations of plagiarism represent a fundamental misunderstanding of the nature of art, the dialog that takes place between sources and the artistic imagination. The charges are emblematic of a destructive type of cultural dissonance, wherein no one can be trusted. The reflex attitude toward politicians is now, it seems, being directed at artists.
Luke Torn Wall Street Journal July 16, 2003link from ArtsJournal
13.7.03
'There were no handrails. It's very steep, by the way,' he says laughing. 'Steep and narrow steps and quite high and quite dark. As I was clambering up with my children I thought, "Oh, I'm not sure this is such a great idea." There's only one section which has a hand rail and we weren't on it.'
Mick Jagger on Angkor Wat
Guardian Observer July 13 2003
12.7.03
Eric Pankey
The Reconstruction of the Fictive Space
Poetry Daily July 13 2003
10.7.03
Bruised red and calloused, uncut toenails curved
And veined like an old ivory. No one spoke.
Police stood at attention by a stretcher.
After an empty moment, suddenly
Bent over as if taken by a cramp,
I sobbed out loud and, on my uniform,
Vomited up my lunch—over the tie,
The polished buttons and insignia,
The little strips of color and the green
Eisenhower jacket with its Eagle patch,
The taut pants in a crease, the glistening jump-boots—
Vomiting and still sobbing, like a child
Awakened in the night, and sick...
Clothes
Edgar Bowers
Photograph of Edgar Bowers standing behind the bombed remains of Hitler’s house in Obersalzburg.
The Pop–Up Mother Goose
Harold B. Lentz
Picturing Childhood, Illustrated Children's Books from University of California Collections, 1550–1990
9.7.03
Above Deep waters
Hans Hoffmann
BAM/PFA
Cindy Sherman
Serpentine Gallery, London UK
'During the Second World War, I was in Japan listening to a radio programme on which kamikaze pilots, before leaving, were allowed to say something to their parents or family. And they all said, "Mummy, I'm going now and I wish you a long life". It was just the most horrific thing that I've heard, and I'll never forget that. I'll never forget that. What an incredibly cruel thing to do to any human being. I think that changed my whole idea about war. I was a young girl so I really didn't know what war was, except that it's very frightening. And every night I had to go into a shelter when the B-52s came overhead. There was nothing noble about the war. I mean, there was propaganda in both countries, I'm sure, saying, "It's a noble war, we have to do it". But when you get down to those pilots, then you know it's cruel and totally wasteful.'
Yoko Ono
Turning points:public figures reveal what shook their world
Independent (UK) 09 July 2003
8.7.03
Walt Whitman in Camden
Thomas Eakins
Herbert F. Johnson Museum, Cornell University
detail of Avalokitesvara Sand Mandala
The Gaden Jangtse 2002-04 North America Tour
Guardian of Avalokitesvara with Lotus
Brother Anthony
text of the day:
Tue, 8 July
The Spirit of the Lord fills the world: it holds all things together and knows every word said.
Ws 1:1-15
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