Chantraine concludes that 'no etymology grasps that real sense of ananke and its derivations: 'constriction' and at the same time 'kinship.' The underlying notion that might justify this double semantic development would be that of the bond.' Others see the word as being close to the idea of 'taking in one's arms.' When speaking of Heracles caught in the horrendous shirt of Nessus, the chorus in the Trachiniae begin: 'If in the Centaur's murderous net, a dolopoios ananke torments him ...' But how are we to understand dolopoios ananke? A 'deceitful embrace'? Or 'deceitful necessity'? Or both? Once again we have the net, and necessity seen as a lethal embrace. With wonderful monotony, the net, its knots ever ready to tighten, is always there. It falls over Aphrodite's adulterous bed, over the battlefield beneath the walls of Troy, over being itself, and the cosmos, and the blistered body of Heracles. Whatever the situation, that one weapon is more than enough for Ananke. There were many in Greece who doubted the existence of the gods, but none ever expressed a doubt about that net, at once invisible and more powerful than the gods.
When Alexander arrived in Gordium, he went to the acropolis and found the cart that was tied to its yoke with a knot that no one had been able to undo. There was a legend about that cart, 'which said that whoever untied the knot that bound the cart to its yoke would rule over all of Asia. The knot was tied with cornel bark, and it was impossible to find either beginning or end. Unable to untie the knot and not wanting to leave it as it was, in case his failure should spread disquiet through his army, some say that he sliced the knot cleanly with his sword and then claimed that he had untied it.' But there's another version to the story, according to which Alexander 'removed the belaying pin from the drawbar [this was a wooden pin forced into the drawbar and around which the knot was secured] and thus removed the yoke from the drawbar.' Then Alexander and his followers ' went away from the cart convinced that the oracle's predictions about untying the knot had been fulfilled.' Thus, 'the knot that can be neither broken nor loosened, the knot that Zeus and Poseidon tightened around the heads of the warriors beneath the walls of Troy, was not to be untied even by Alexander.
In the late pagan era we can still find this in Macrobius: 'amor osculo significatur, necessitas nodo' : 'love is represented with a kiss, necessity with a knot.' Two circular images, the mouth and the noose, embrace everything that is. Eros, 'born when Ananke was lord and everything and everything bowed before her gloomy will,' once boasted that he had gained possession of the 'Ogygian scepter,' primordial as the waters of the Styx itself. He could now force 'his own decrees upon the gods.' But Eros said nothing of Ananke, who had come before him. There is a hostility between Eros and Ananke, a hostility that springs from an obscure likeness, as between the kiss and the knot" (97-99).
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From the Latin Iacobus, which was from the Greek Ιακωβος (Iakobos), which was from the Hebrew name יַעֲקֹב (Ya'aqov). In the Old Testament, Jacob (later called Israel) was the son of Isaac and Rebecca and the father of the twelve founders of the twelve tribes of Israel. He was born holding his twin brother Esau's heel, and his name is explained as meaning "holder of the heel" or "supplanter". Other theories claim that it is in fact derived from a hypothetical name like יַעֲקֹבְאֵל (Ya'aqov'el) meaning "may God protect".
The English names Jacob and James derive from the same source, with James coming from Latin Iacomus, a later variant of Iacobus. Unlike English, many languages do not have separate spellings for the two names.
In England, Jacob was mainly regarded as a Jewish name during the Middle Ages, though the variant James was used among Christians. Jacob came into general use as a Christian name after the Protestant Reformation. A famous bearer was Jacob Grimm (1785-1863), the German linguist and writer who was, with his brother Wilhelm, the author of 'Grimm's Fairy Tales'.
French feminine form of JACQUES, also commonly used in the English-speaking world.
www.behindthename.com
http://www.gardenvisit.com/blog/2010/10/26/hypnerotomachia-poliphili-and-renaissance-garden-design-history/
I hope I have not committed the cardinal sin, and reckoned your data a plus or minus a day from Tab.
http://www.mandelieu.com/mimosa-mandelieu/history-mimosa-mandelieu.php
http://www.gardenguides.com/88942-mimosa-tree-myths.html
http://www.pinterest.com/pin/313492824033156295/
http://www.royalcollection.org.uk/eGallery/object.asp?searchText=symbolic&x=0&y=0&pagesize=40&object=407252&row=28
I was sad to see the dead links here, from inattention to them, but they made me acknowledge how much truth remains.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=M0chCdFEaP0
Johann Christian Hoppenhaupt's Voltaire Room (1752-3) is one of just ten rooms of the Frederick the Great's Sanssouci, and its storks, fruits, and flowers are the Rocaille interpretation of a resort garden, of say, the Bermuda found in Joyce Carol Oates's The Accursed (2013). My reluctance to state this, in this context, suggested a mental vacation of the sort of Woodrow Wilson's, a statesmen I had completely disregarded for his sickliness, and moral hypocrisy to match. I lacked your discriminative powers by failing to state this, and I deviated from the path of our own heart, due to boring details here. Remembering for some time, and I hope that I can, that I have learned the most with your cross-reading, and it is a communion.
The author teased out some interesting biographical details, however, the splicings of Holmes are going too far for postmodern fiction, with "The Adventure of the Lion's Mane" (1926) reemerging as a fatal jellyfish unseen in equatorial waters.
http://mentalfloss.com/article/61609/15-facts-about-lions-mane-jellyfish
Blanching the yellow, the photographs here reflect modern tastes.
http://www.zi.fotothek.org/VZ/kuenstlerliste/Hoppenhaupt,%20Johann%20Christian%20(der%20J%C3%BCngere)
I suppose, if the jellyfish was the means of a diabolic dispatch, the appearance of this species is unsurprising.
https://books.google.com/books?id=4rnvfxrc4LwC&lpg=PA87&dq=Chiron%20in%20Gemini&pg=PA87#v=onepage&q=Chiron%20in%20Gemini&f=false
https://books.google.com/books?id=Z0nnE2IP7A4C&lpg=PA148&dq=Chiron%20in%20Gemini&pg=PA148#v=onepage&q=Chiron%20in%20Gemini&f=false
https://books.google.com/books?id=4rnvfxrc4LwC&lpg=PA63&dq=Chiron%20in%20the%20Seventh%20House&pg=PA63#v=onepage&q=Chiron%20in%20the%20Seventh%20House&f=false
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B3DfyJRIT4jyNnZlZmV0YWxCbmc/view?usp=sharing
http://www.pnas.org/content/110/30/12456.long
I paused over the meaning of the Christmas, Lenten rose, and remembered that it was used by the ancients both as an anodyne (black hellebore, which were variants with low concentrations of helleborin, most likely), and a poison (white hellebore).
One of the motivations for reading George Eliot again is that I find that it is very productive to clarify its morals, with a ramifying structure akin to Balzac. It might be good not to venture off the classics for the rest of the year in order to avoid some negative detours the freeform takes in my life as it is now.
When I think about the film En Tu Ausencia (2008), I become irrationally upset by both the misperceptions of youth and the suggestion of violence, particularly in this age. When I set down to work, the thought of both of these things is very raw, and therefore unproductive to recall with the journey this far. When I am able to clarify my objectives, I do not have any trouble being productive.
Adam Bede owes a lot Lyrical Ballads and her archeological readings, though I do not mean to suggest child murder or flighty Hetty are subversive motivations. Adam and Dinah's relationship as a mature commitment is the focus of the next Card, and I was also thinking about the glycosides from hellebore, the symbolism (it was known to the tribes of Israel as a fodder), Alex Colville, and Safie's work starting from Habitat 67.
https://books.google.com/books?id=NhBTAAAAcAAJ&dq=Egyptian%20hellebore&pg=PA609#v=onepage&q=Egyptian%20hellebore&f=false
https://books.google.com/books?id=FzoDj9kIRq4C&dq=George%20Eliot%20%22hellebore%22&pg=PA265#v=onepage&q=George%20Eliot%20%22hellebore%22&f=false
https://books.google.com/books?id=PKcwAAAAYAAJ&lpg=PA39&ots=bo6AzxA69A&dq=helleborin%20compound&pg=PA39#v=onepage&q=helleborin%20compound&f=false
http://www.theguardian.com/cities/2015/may/13/habitat-67-montreal-expo-moshe-safdie-history-cities-50-buildings-day-35
https://www.fhea.com/content.aspx?p=certificationcols/mnemonics.htm
Long-deferred necessity forgets itself.
https://qz.com/work/1272033/why-you-never-have-enough-time-a-history/
https://www.theguardian.com/film/2017/may/24/a-gentle-creature-review-sergei-loznitsa-cannes-2017
http://www.sci-news.com/paleontology/xinhang-forest-07484.html
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yRX4semVNjE
https://books.google.com/books?id=YBl5DwAAQBAJ&lpg=PP1&dq=Berta%20Isla&pg=PP1#v=onepage&q=Berta%20Isla&f=false
https://scroll.in/article/772025/nine-opening-sentences-that-prove-javier-marias-is-the-best-literary-start-up-artist-today?fbclid=IwAR1Jo9-1GMQMIr8R0GrrCHIHqge8vlCtUkwzWRBKn2AK2tsLCSk3aaNRynQ
I will plant a witch hazel and some hellebores within the year. Burying the unearthed soaker hose is the priority right now.
https://www.gardendesign.com/portland/winter-blooming-front-yard.html
I will wait until I can see things more clearly. We will have to tack back from taking up the same unproductive subjects. The fact that you have been ceded a tract of my mental real estate for so long is not so easily compromised by something external to it.
Four of Wands - Completion on an emerald ground, but reversed.
I had a dream this morning that we were sitting in a makeshift theater with people we both knew, and I could touch you, and resolve the fiber of your clothes leaning in, but then the film was over, and you handed a young man cash who would take you home.
"The last time I was Miguel Desvern or Deverne was also the last time that his wife, Luisa, saw him, which seemed strange, perhaps unfair, given that she was his wife, while I, on the other hand, was a person he had never met, a woman with whom he had never exchanged so much as a single word."
Javier Marías's The Infatuations
When I go on these jags from the possibility that it is you, but communicating from a VPN from Turkmenistan (after the crackdown?), I segue to the evidence that nothing here is necessary to you life.
You, and your life*
https://www.google.com/amp/s/www.latimes.com/books/jacketcopy/la-ca-jc-javier-marias-20130818-story.html%3f_amp=true
I do not underestimate the possibility that you would do this to me. I do not underestimate anything or anyone.
A reformulation would be to say that no one is necessary to anyone, but the fact that I still look for you means that I still want you. Wanting is endlessly deferred.
I will put Exercise 88 here.
"With me, Díaz-Varela made no attempt to hide the impatience he was obliged to conceal from Luisa, whenever, that is, we returned to his favourite topic of conversation, the one he could not have with her and the only one, it seemed to me, of any real importance to him, as if until that matter was settled, everything else was postponable and provisional, as if the effort invested in it were so huge that all other decisions had to remain in abeyance, waiting for some resolution, and as if his whole life depended on the failure or success of that stubborn hope of his, which had no definite completion date. [...] A series of people lined up like dominoes, all waiting for the surrender of one entirely oblivious woman, to find out who would fall next to them."
Margaret Jull Costa's 2013 translation of Los Enamoramientos (2011) por Javier Marìas
It occurred to me just now that I flubbed the first line, somewhat tellingly: "The last time I saw ..."
My thoughts on finishing this text: I was startled by jealousy, and that I am afflicted with strange vesicular rashes (poison oak? psychodermatological eruptions?) and the textual recurrences of "domino".
There isn't a situation as the author described. I like his paragraph-length sentences, and I read them rapidly as they usually entwine research questions, regarding Macbeth and Colonel Chabert, in this instance.
I am reading the George Selden series with my niece and I am choking back tears.
I apologize. I love you.
https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/A_Mere_Interlude
One of my favorite discoveries: Madredeus. I bought someone's entire collection. "O Navio", "A Andorinha da Primavera", "Ainda" and "Céu da Mouraria"...the electronic remix that came later is great.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e6u2O9NnySI
https://jazztimes.com/archives/madredeus-ainda/
I will read about shoddy, which is contemporary to Hardy's age.
https://www.google.com/books/edition/Shoddy/jATzDwAAQBAJ?hl=en&gbpv=1&dq=shoddy+hanna+rose+shell&printsec=frontcover
https://1drv.ms/u/s!AsA4BY25Ql_1mH0feLup3O6cE3It
https://yalebooksblog.co.uk/2020/08/06/blooming-flowers-by-kasia-boddy-an-extract/
https://books.google.com/books?id=RVLaDwAAQBAJ&lpg=PT233&dq=Blooming%20Flowers%20Boddy%20%22Dinah%22%20%22snowdrop%22&pg=PT233#v=onepage&q=Blooming%20Flowers%20Boddy%20%22Dinah%22%20%22snowdrop%22&f=false
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B3DfyJRIT4jycUxvamdxbXhJVm8/view?usp=drivesdk
I recollected the Hardy story, part of which is set on the English Riviera, Torquay, which has a lot of Miocene cabbage trees imported from New Zealand.
The Penguin Great Loves series in my possession contained this, but I had not then read it. The cover had two fancy parrot tulips in mauve and white, wilting.
I have often aspired to planting black parrot tulips with hellebores.
https://books.google.com/books?id=K9SCDwAAQBAJ&printsec=frontcover&dq=Asimov+%22robot+dreams%22&hl=en&newbks=1&newbks_redir=0&source=gb_mobile_search&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiKx92W_vr3AhURhIkEHbtNB2oQ6AF6BAgKEAM#v=onepage&q=Asimov%20%22knots%20and%20snarls%22&f=false
https://books.google.com/books?id=Jhc0DwAAQBAJ&printsec=frontcover&dq=Orchid+Summer:+In+Search+of+the+Wildest+Flowers+of+the+British+Isles+Jon+Dunn&hl=en&newbks=1&newbks_redir=0&source=gb_mobile_search&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjzr4XA__r3AhUWmIkEHcD1AigQ6AF6BAgLEAM#v=onepage&q=Orchid%20Summer%3A%20In%20Search%20of%20the%20Wildest%20Flowers%20of%20the%20British%20Isles%20Jon%20Dunn&f=false
My neighbor approached my mother, who was dropping off some things, about a prowler at 0330 Sunday morning. He was trying the windows while she let her dog out, and she screamed to scare him off. I am contemplating a gun.
Exercise 91.
https://www.audubon.org/lights-out-program
https://www.sefaria.org/Hosea.6.6?lang=bi
"'Remembering' in the sense that Ramchal wants to achieve it has more to do with breaking through the structures of intellect that the yetzar-ha-ra uses to deflect our true obligations."
https://www.google.com/books/edition/Mesillat_Yesharim/-FRrKRexGjkC?hl=en&gbpv=1&pg=PA3&printsec=frontcover
To be studied, soon.
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