The Vision of St. Hubert
I’m not Catholic, but i do enjoy the weird stories and things that happen to the various saints. This is a sketch I’ve been working on, on and off for awhile.
“Nothing would thrill Hannibal more than to see this roof collapse mid-Mass, packed pews, choir singing. He would just love it. And he thinks God would love it, too.”
Truth Coming Out of Her Well to Shame Mankind, 1896 by Jean-Léon Gérôme
I’ve been thinking a lot about it and this is literally the best title of anything
so I guess it was some ancient Greek who said “truth lives at the bottom of a well” and I don’t know what he meant or why it stuck, but I’ve seen a lot of 19th-century references to it (because people always love showing off how much they know about stuff)
but I like this because imagine how fucking pissed off you would be if you lived at the bottom of a well in the first place, but then you had to climb all the way out of it somehow because humans were such unbelievable assholes that you were forced to yell at them in person
“I CAME OUT OF THE WELL BECAUSE YOU NEED TO STOP”
Myths are stories about people who become too big for their lives temporarily, so that they crash into other lives or brush against gods. In crisis their souls are visible.
Anne Carson, Introduction to Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides (via filthiestlaugh)
(above tags by wellntruly)
omg @wellntruly was this the origin post for your fucking AMAZING lonely god/prophet post?
Oh wow thaank you, and it was!! That and this image, which had coalesced some things for me, I guess? Things I then apparently let sift back down to the floor of my mind for over a year and a half, aheheh, whoops.
The peryton is a mythological creature resembling a deer with the wings and overall plumage of a bird. Sometimes perytons can have bird-like hind legs, but are often depicted as being entirely deer aside from the wings. Last image created by the talented Skallan of Deviantart.
@skadisman @volvano Hahaha have you seen this?
I saw this around this time last year when everything was going bonkers.
And now it’s even more potent and everything is going bonkers all over again.
“The Mad Max films are a kind of modern myth-making, a notion that is present even in the way they treat continuity. If you sat down and tried to piece together a timeline for Max or his world over the course of the four movies, it wouldn’t add up. Instead, each movie functions like a different story someone is telling about Mad Max, the Road Warrior. He is an archetypal figure within a new mythos. It doesn’t matter if it’s the same sawed off shotgun that sparks and fails the first time Max tries to use it—what matters is that there is a gun like that, because Max has a gun like that. Just like Max has a leather jacket carried down from his days in the Main Force Patrol, and at some point he or someone near him will wind a tiny music box. In each Max story, there are certain symbols that are constant, like Orpheus’ lyre.”
—Tarra Martin, “Ride Eternal” (Bright Wall/Dark Room, Dec. 2015)