Tuesday, June 9, 2015

Stumbled upon myths and brain storms

Read Borges's Labyrinth about Theseus last night (in Spanish and English for comparison and education purposes).  In Borges's version the  Minotaur is incidental. As I am unfamiliar with  the details of these myths I made a note to look it up in the morning.

Today, first thing, I looked up the myths. The ball of thread Theseus used to find his way to the center of the labyrinth and, after killing the Minotaur, back out to his world was called a clewe. I got fixated on that word.
This is the  story of my life, now, and probably was in the past too, but I do not recall all of the past.
Looked up clewe. It is a ball of string or yarn. Ariadne's thread means logic. Can't find out if that is an origin of the use of the word clue as an aid in solving a problem. I have seen it spelled clew in English stories.
 My brain is working slowly, along with my fingers and my legs and everything else I got. Also, my functions start out barely perceptible in the AM and my body is achy and difficult to raise and too sore to leave in bed.
So finally I come to this:
While Theseus is worried about slaying the beast, he is also concerned that he will become lost in the Labyrinth and not be able to find the door again. Just then, Ariadne, a princess who has fallen in love with Theseus, comes to his side. She offers him a ball of string and tells him to unwind it as he walks into the Labyrinth and then follow it back out. Ariadne's simple gift gives Theseus the assurance he needs, and he is able to slay the Minotaur and find the door to freedom.
This hero myth became so well known that Ariadne's ball of yarn—called a "clew" in Old English—became synonymous with anything that helped to solve a problem. Over time, the spelling of the word changed to "clue."

Thus reminding me once again that there is nothing new under the sun and that I am dumb as a box of hairpins and uneducated to boot.

More commonly, on a triangular sail, the clew is the trailing corner relative to the wind direction, but it is a string on most if not all sails, also trailing in relation to wind direction. For me to understand all that I have read about sails, strings, clewes would require a whole new study of parts of a boat. Very complicated. Can't focus any more now.
Today PM. Edited some, head still foggy, but better. This stuff is for my info, in case I decide to research and try to repair my life, but I suspect it is too far gone. 
Although it does occur to me vaguely that this whole experience after reading Borges's story is a form of  use of Ariadne's Thread. This from wiki: through an exhaustive application of logic to all available routes. It is the particular method used that is able to follow completely through to trace steps or take point by point a series of found truths in a contingent, ordered search that reaches an end position. This process can take the form of a mental record, a physical marking, or even a philosophical debate; it is the process itself that assumes the name.
There is so much information out there in the world that I will never know, never know I do not know, etc. ad infinitum. Rather disheartening. I decide to go read a cereal box to distract myself.


4 comments:

davidly said...

Dearest Lady Blog Lady,

Entries such as these are what make the weblo-globe go round! The mind leaps amidst the liminal-ly elusive vision as it sights these ideas so downwardly placed in live rumination.

It wasn't until I had engaged in the native language here that I became aware that these myths were myths explained in retelling: Arthur by way of Tennyson, Faustus from Goethe, labyrinthine legends of labyrinths all.

I know nothing of Borges, save for the name, and even then, if I am not careful, I am as likely to utter a mistaken conflation of some thing of his with something of Víctor's.

This passage — from the one you blocked above — is dead-on like the logic in the sequence of a dream, or the sequence in its logic, I dunno. I take it it comes from here?
http://www.clewpublishing.com/about.php

What a resource that is! Just follow that dream again:::

While Theseus is worried about slaying the beast, he is also concerned that he will become lost in the Labyrinth and not be able to find the door again. Just then, Ariadne, a princess who has fallen in love with Theseus, comes to his side. She offers him a ball of string and tells him to unwind it as he walks into the Labyrinth and then follow it back out.

You're standing there pondering the formidable beast, then happen in your mind upon the puzzle of the maze, and only then she "comes to [your] side" and hands you a string with instructions. If that ain't a dream then the Mayans did not not invent television! (wait-a-minute! hwut?)

Despair not in the frustration of not having known, rather rejoice in the opportunity to know it — if only bit by broken bit.

Glove,

Darth Dipinator

alslee said...

http://klasrum.weebly.com/uploads/9/0/9/1/9091667/the_house_of_asterion.pdf

The House of Asterion by Jorge Luis Borges, in English, can be read at the above link. It is, I surmise, the myth of Perseus or the Minotaur. There are so many other elements that diverge from any of the tellings of those myths that it was pure luck I stumbled upon them and knew, possibly, what Borges's sources were. Read it and you might understand my confusion. I would love to study this story and contrast the myths akin to it with a knowledgeable teacher. Wandering in the darkness of the internet, struggling to decipher the mystery of the history of literature seems to me to require at least a clew. I was pleased as punch to come round to an apt use of the word.

My gratitude for the comments of the dipinator whose mind seems to glom onto my meanings even tho they are scattered and vague and confused. My eyes blur and my fingers stumble and I feel a need to call out into the fog.

alslee said...

"struggling to decipher the mystery of the history of literature" Say it aloud. Isn't that a lovely poetical phrase?

davidly said...

It does. And if a ball of thread won't present itself, y'gotta make due with connecting dots.

Once upon a time...