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edited November 2007
I was so into mythology as a little kid. I remember second grade, the teacher let me read this big book about Greek mythology instead of the sissy stuff all the other children were forced to read. Mythology sure is a great way to jade yourself from an early age.
Meh, I should go back and brush up on my mythology. It's been a while.
I went to the library every week or so, and I always headed to the section with mythology books and also stuff like UFOs, aliens, bigfoot, etc.
the best stuff is trickster stories. Anansi, Br'er Rabbit, Coyote, Raven, etc. That stuff is hilarious.
Who can forget Coyote and The Toothed Vagina? Truly a classic.
I don't think that's a real myth
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The Toothed Vagina (Yurok)
Coyote was a young man. He came out and saw two girls picking hazel nuts. They had a sweetheart, Cottontail Rabbit. Coyote came along and asked, “Where are you going?†They said, “We are going to camp out.†Then Coyote said, “Can I go with you?†“Sure,†they said, so he went with them.
They said to him, “We’re going to camp right here on this sandbar,†so they lay down and slept. Coyote slept in the middle between the girls, while Rabbit slept crossways at the foot. The blanket was narrow. Every time they pulled it, they tore it in the middle, and Coyote pushed with his elbows and said, “Don’t get so close to me, your breasts are too big. Don’t get so close to me, I am going hunting tomorrow.†Then he went to sleep and snored. The girls did not like him. They felt sorry for Rabbit sleeping at the foot, and they said, “Let’s run away from Coyote.†Rabbit said, “All right,†and they put logs on both sides of Coyote so he would think they were still there, and went across the river and stayed.
About noon they saw Coyote come out across the river. He said to Rabbit, “Take me across.†Rabbit would not do this, so Coyote got angry. He picked up rocks; he was going to fight that Rabbit. He swam across carrying rocks. Rabbit got frightened. He made medicine to cause the river to be rough, so that Coyote would not be able to land. Soon Coyote drowned, and Rabbit thought he had two wives now and would never see Coyote again, because he was drowned.
Coyote landed way down the river, nothing but bones. Some girls thought they saw some nice wood in the river. They thought they would go and chop it. When they hit him, Coyote got up and said, “I was just sleeping right here,†and went along up the river. He came across a camp where he saw many children. He thought, “I’ll bet those are Rabbit’s children.†So he frightened all those children and made them go to sleep. Then he set fire to the camp and all the children were burned, and he ran away up the river.
He had heard that there was a woman up the river who had killed many men. Every man who slept with her, she killed. There was nothing but bones outside, and nobody ever passed that way anymore. He knew how she killed them: when a man had intercourse with her, she killed him. There were teeth inside her. Coyote decided to go up to see her. So he made sticks. He took those sticks and went up there and thought he was going to kill her.
He stood around near her house. Soon she came out. “Ah, come on,†she said. She wanted him to sleep with her right away. Coyote thought everything was all right, so when that woman wanted him to have intercourse with her, he took one of the sticks and did what she wanted. Soon he felt the stick was wearing out, and he put another in its place. He had ten sticks. The woman kept talking about it. She said, “I’m glad, my husband.†He changed sticks five times. After that she quieted down. At about the eighth time, she was saying something only once in awhile. The tenth time, he killed her. Coyote blew his breath and said, “Those Indians are going to have a good time with women from now on. They aren’t going to be killed.â€
From Indian Tales of North America, ed. by Tristram P. Coffin. American Folklore Society, Philadelphia, 1961
Jack Frost is an elfish creature who personifies crisp, cold, winter weather; a variant of Father Winter (AKA Old Man Winter). He is a figure some believe to have originated in Viking folklore.
I went to the library every week or so, and I always headed to the section with mythology books and also stuff like UFOs, aliens, bigfoot, etc.
the best stuff is trickster stories. Anansi, Br'er Rabbit, Coyote, Raven, etc. That stuff is hilarious.
Who can forget Coyote and The Toothed Vagina? Truly a classic.
I don't think that's a real myth
Vagina dentata
The Toothed Vagina (Yurok)
Coyote was a young man. He came out and saw two girls picking hazel nuts. They had a sweetheart, Cottontail Rabbit. Coyote came along and asked, “Where are you going?” They said, “We are going to camp out.” Then Coyote said, “Can I go with you?” “Sure,” they said, so he went with them.
They said to him, “We’re going to camp right here on this sandbar,” so they lay down and slept. Coyote slept in the middle between the girls, while Rabbit slept crossways at the foot. The blanket was narrow. Every time they pulled it, they tore it in the middle, and Coyote pushed with his elbows and said, “Don’t get so close to me, your breasts are too big. Don’t get so close to me, I am going hunting tomorrow.” Then he went to sleep and snored. The girls did not like him. They felt sorry for Rabbit sleeping at the foot, and they said, “Let’s run away from Coyote.” Rabbit said, “All right,” and they put logs on both sides of Coyote so he would think they were still there, and went across the river and stayed.
About noon they saw Coyote come out across the river. He said to Rabbit, “Take me across.” Rabbit would not do this, so Coyote got angry. He picked up rocks; he was going to fight that Rabbit. He swam across carrying rocks. Rabbit got frightened. He made medicine to cause the river to be rough, so that Coyote would not be able to land. Soon Coyote drowned, and Rabbit thought he had two wives now and would never see Coyote again, because he was drowned.
Coyote landed way down the river, nothing but bones. Some girls thought they saw some nice wood in the river. They thought they would go and chop it. When they hit him, Coyote got up and said, “I was just sleeping right here,” and went along up the river. He came across a camp where he saw many children. He thought, “I’ll bet those are Rabbit’s children.” So he frightened all those children and made them go to sleep. Then he set fire to the camp and all the children were burned, and he ran away up the river.
He had heard that there was a woman up the river who had killed many men. Every man who slept with her, she killed. There was nothing but bones outside, and nobody ever passed that way anymore. He knew how she killed them: when a man had intercourse with her, she killed him. There were teeth inside her. Coyote decided to go up to see her. So he made sticks. He took those sticks and went up there and thought he was going to kill her.
He stood around near her house. Soon she came out. “Ah, come on,” she said. She wanted him to sleep with her right away. Coyote thought everything was all right, so when that woman wanted him to have intercourse with her, he took one of the sticks and did what she wanted. Soon he felt the stick was wearing out, and he put another in its place. He had ten sticks. The woman kept talking about it. She said, “I’m glad, my husband.” He changed sticks five times. After that she quieted down. At about the eighth time, she was saying something only once in awhile. The tenth time, he killed her. Coyote blew his breath and said, “Those Indians are going to have a good time with women from now on. They aren’t going to be killed.”
From Indian Tales of North America, ed. by Tristram P. Coffin. American Folklore Society, Philadelphia, 1961
Haha, wow
that wasn't in any of the Native American Mythology books in the kid's section of the Multnomah County Library
Jack Frost is an elfish creature who personifies crisp, cold, winter weather; a variant of Father Winter (AKA Old Man Winter). He is a figure some believe to have originated in Viking folklore.
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edited November 2007
We had a book of faeries and goblins and such illustrated by John Howe, the guys who did concept art on the lord of the rings flicks.
The thing that always freaked me out was the redcap.
Jack Frost is an elfish creature who personifies crisp, cold, winter weather; a variant of Father Winter (AKA Old Man Winter). He is a figure some believe to have originated in Viking folklore.
We had a book of faeries and goblins and such illustrated by John Howe, the guys who did concept art on the lord of the rings flicks.
The thing that always freaked me out was the redcap.
Man they call the orientation helper people at my school redcaps and every once in a while I hear the term and get freaked out for a few seconds and then realize that I am the only one who knows what redcaps are.
This is kinda myth, but mostly legend, but it's the one I find most interesting.
The story or Robert Johnson. The delta blues musician who supposedly sold his soul to the devil one nght for the ability to play the blues with amazing talent.
Robert Johnson been playing down in Yazoo City and over at Beulah trying to get back up to Helena, ride left him out on a road next to the levee, walking up the highway, guitar in his hand propped up on his shoulder. October cool night, full moon filling up the dark sky, Robert Johnson thinking about Son House preaching to him, "Put that guitar down, boy, you drivin' people nuts." Robert Johnson needing as always a woman and some whiskey. Big trees all around, dark and lonesome road, a crazed, poisoned dog howling and moaning in a ditch alongside the road sending electrified chills up and down Robert Johnson's spine, coming up on a crossroads just south of Rosedale. Robert Johnson, feeling bad and lonesome, knows people up the highway in Gunnison. Can get a drink of whiskey and more up there. Man sitting off to the side of the road on a log at the crossroads says, "You're late, Robert Johnson." Robert Johnson drops to his knees and says, "Maybe not."
The man stands up, tall, barrel-chested, and black as the forever-closed eyes of Robert Johnson's stillborn baby, and walks out to the middle of the crossroads where Robert Johnson kneels. He says, "Stand up, Robert Johnson. You want to throw that guitar over there in that ditch with that hairless dog and go on back up to Robinsonville and play the harp with Willie Brown and Son, because you just another guitar player like all the rest, or you want to play that guitar like nobody ever played it before? Make a sound nobody ever heard before? You want to be the King of the Delta Blues and have all the whiskey and women you want?"
"That's a lot of whiskey and women, Devil-Man."
"I know you, Robert Johnson," says the man.
Robert Johnson, feels the moonlight bearing down on his head and the back of his neck as the moon seems to be growing bigger and bigger and brighter and brighter. He feels it like the heat of the noonday sun bearing down, and the howling and moaning of the dog in the ditch penetrates his soul, coming up through his feet and the tips of his fingers through his legs and arms, settling in that big empty place beneath his breastbone causing him to shake and shudder like a man with the palsy. Robert Johnson says, "That dog gone mad."
The man laughs. "That hound belong to me. He ain't mad, he's got the Blues. I got his soul in my hand."
The dog lets out a low, long soulful moan, a howling like never heard before, rhythmic, syncopated grunts, yelps, and barks, seizing Robert Johnson like a Grand Mal, and causing the strings on his guitar to vibrate, hum, and sing with a sound dark and blue, beautiful, soulful chords and notes possessing Robert Johnson, taking him over, spinning him around, losing him inside of his own self, wasting him, lifting him up into the sky. Robert Johnson looks over in the ditch and sees the eyes of the dog reflecting the bright moonlight or, more likely so it seems to Robert Johnson, glowing on their own, a deep violet penetrating glow, and Robert Johnson knows and feels that he is staring into the eyes of a Hellhound as his body shudders from head to toe.
The man says, "The dog ain't for sale, Robert Johnson, but the sound can be yours. That's the sound of the Delta Blues."
"I got to have that sound, Devil-Man. That sound is mine. Where do I sign?"
The man says, "You ain't got a pencil, Robert Johnson. Your word is good enough. All you got to do is keep walking north. But you better be prepared. There are consequences."
"Prepared for what, Devil-man?"
"You know where you are, Robert Johnson? You are standing in the middle of the crossroads. At midnight, that full moon is right over your head. You take one more step, you'll be in Rosedale. You take this road to the east, you'll get back over to Highway 61 in Cleveland, or you can turn around and go back down to Beulah or just go to the west and sit up on the levee and look at the River. But if you take one more step in the direction you're headed, you going to be in Rosedale at midnight under this full October moon, and you are going to have the Blues like never known to this world. My left hand will be forever wrapped around your soul, and your music will possess all who hear it. That's what's going to happen. That's what you better be prepared for. Your soul will belong to me. This is not just any crossroads. I put this "X" here for a reason, and I been waiting on you."
Robert Johnson rolls his head around, his eyes upwards in their sockets to stare at the blinding light of the moon which has now completely filled tie pitch-black Delta night, piercing his right eye like a bolt of lightning as the midnight hour hits. He looks the big man squarely in the eyes and says, "Step back, Devil-Man, I'm going to Rosedale. I am the Blues."
The man moves to one side and says, "Go on, Robert Johnson. You the King of the Delta Blues. Go on home to Rosedale. And when you get on up in town, you get you a plate of hot tamales because you going to be needing something on your stomach where you're headed."
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Also the matter of France and the matter of Britain.
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Meh, I should go back and brush up on my mythology. It's been a while.
I went to the library every week or so, and I always headed to the section with mythology books and also stuff like UFOs, aliens, bigfoot, etc.
the best stuff is trickster stories. Anansi, Br'er Rabbit, Coyote, Raven, etc. That stuff is hilarious.
Who can forget Coyote and The Toothed Vagina? Truly a classic.
Baphomet is pretty great.
Scares the shit out of people too. ^^
EDIT: Also, Fuck Kitsunes. Especially SL Kitsunes.
Also, the SMT games are lots of fun for mythology students. Deities make cameos left and right.
Thor is a boss in Nocturne, for one.
Baphomet appears in it, also. Looks JUST like that, pose and all.
I don't think that's a real myth
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Coyote was a young man. He came out and saw two girls picking hazel nuts. They had a sweetheart, Cottontail Rabbit. Coyote came along and asked, “Where are you going?†They said, “We are going to camp out.†Then Coyote said, “Can I go with you?†“Sure,†they said, so he went with them.
They said to him, “We’re going to camp right here on this sandbar,†so they lay down and slept. Coyote slept in the middle between the girls, while Rabbit slept crossways at the foot. The blanket was narrow. Every time they pulled it, they tore it in the middle, and Coyote pushed with his elbows and said, “Don’t get so close to me, your breasts are too big. Don’t get so close to me, I am going hunting tomorrow.†Then he went to sleep and snored. The girls did not like him. They felt sorry for Rabbit sleeping at the foot, and they said, “Let’s run away from Coyote.†Rabbit said, “All right,†and they put logs on both sides of Coyote so he would think they were still there, and went across the river and stayed.
About noon they saw Coyote come out across the river. He said to Rabbit, “Take me across.†Rabbit would not do this, so Coyote got angry. He picked up rocks; he was going to fight that Rabbit. He swam across carrying rocks. Rabbit got frightened. He made medicine to cause the river to be rough, so that Coyote would not be able to land. Soon Coyote drowned, and Rabbit thought he had two wives now and would never see Coyote again, because he was drowned.
Coyote landed way down the river, nothing but bones. Some girls thought they saw some nice wood in the river. They thought they would go and chop it. When they hit him, Coyote got up and said, “I was just sleeping right here,†and went along up the river. He came across a camp where he saw many children. He thought, “I’ll bet those are Rabbit’s children.†So he frightened all those children and made them go to sleep. Then he set fire to the camp and all the children were burned, and he ran away up the river.
He had heard that there was a woman up the river who had killed many men. Every man who slept with her, she killed. There was nothing but bones outside, and nobody ever passed that way anymore. He knew how she killed them: when a man had intercourse with her, she killed him. There were teeth inside her. Coyote decided to go up to see her. So he made sticks. He took those sticks and went up there and thought he was going to kill her.
He stood around near her house. Soon she came out. “Ah, come on,†she said. She wanted him to sleep with her right away. Coyote thought everything was all right, so when that woman wanted him to have intercourse with her, he took one of the sticks and did what she wanted. Soon he felt the stick was wearing out, and he put another in its place. He had ten sticks. The woman kept talking about it. She said, “I’m glad, my husband.†He changed sticks five times. After that she quieted down. At about the eighth time, she was saying something only once in awhile. The tenth time, he killed her. Coyote blew his breath and said, “Those Indians are going to have a good time with women from now on. They aren’t going to be killed.â€
From Indian Tales of North America, ed. by Tristram P. Coffin. American Folklore Society, Philadelphia, 1961
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I hope it's a passing craze
Haha, wow
that wasn't in any of the Native American Mythology books in the kid's section of the Multnomah County Library
I think we can all agree that Thor visiting Utgarda-Loki is the best story.
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The thing that always freaked me out was the redcap.
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But he's the coolest dad in the world. He just needs to prove it.
Man they call the orientation helper people at my school redcaps and every once in a while I hear the term and get freaked out for a few seconds and then realize that I am the only one who knows what redcaps are.
Chillin' and killin'!
is an awesome play based on Ovids Metamorphoses. read it.
this book is fucking rad
Dude is pretty chill while delving deeper into hell.
Oh god I think I saw this at Hartford Stage it was incredible.
I agree, that was my favorite book as a kid.
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The story or Robert Johnson. The delta blues musician who supposedly sold his soul to the devil one nght for the ability to play the blues with amazing talent.
While the Classical mythology is pretty awesome, I have to slog through the King Arthur and Charlemagne parts.
The writing is really, really, really dry, though.
I had that book when I was a kid, and I memorized every single myth in there
it is awesome