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Superhelte fra græsk oldtid

Jeg læste denne bog på Frederiksberg Bibliotek en gang ca. 1959 hvor jeg fik en opgave i historie, som betød at jeg var nødt til at bruge læsesalen. Ved den lejlighed fandt jeg bogen “Jason og Det Gyldne Skind” af Robert Graves, oversat af den uforlignelige sprogvirtuos Mogens Boisen — og nu, i denne grå og kedelige onsdagstime, kan jeg ikke finde den ved at søge med Google på dansk eller med andre søgninger.

Jason og Det Gyldne Skind, roman af Robert Graves:
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/634067.The_Golden_Fleece

Reissued by Creative Age Press in 1945 as Hercules, My Shipmate, a novel about the voyage of the Argo. Written with ideas on The White Goddess as a cultural/anthropological backdrop to the ancient Greek tale.

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With Hercules & shipmates, Graves becomes an ancient Greek, moving among demigods & goddesses, myths & monsters with an easy familiarity & a wealth of erudite detail. Both sometimes seem too much of a good thing. Atomic-age readers, ill-attuned to the leisurely, formal talk of myth-age Greeks, may find themselves skipping some of the longer speeches.
Most of the Argo’s 50-oar crew were princes, each with a special talent & gift of the gods.

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Hercules of Tiryns was the world’s strongest man. He would’ve captained the Argonauts were it not that in moments of insanity he murdered friend & foe alike.
Captaincy devolved on Jason of Lolcos — a man nobody liked or trusted, but who had a power denied to all the others: women instantly fell in love with him. Even surly Hercules agreed it a quality worth all the rest.

Backed by divine blessings & equinoctal winds, the Argonauts set sail. On the Island of Lemnos, peopled solely by women, they generously stopped off to help out with spring sowing. Nine months later, 200 children were born, of whom no less than 60 were said to be the spitting image of Hercules.

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The Argonauts boldly pushed on thru the dread Hellespont & entered the Black Sea. To their dismay, Hercules deserted, summoned home to perform another of his mighty labors. “Holy Serpents!” he growled. “Tell me what this time?” The job—cleaning the Augean Stables—didn’t take long. He stayed around afterwards with the Lydian high priestess—who in due time bore male triplets. In gratitude, she taught him to spin, tying up his hair in blue braids. He was crazy about it, admitting confidentially he’d always wanted to be a woman.

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Wednesday, March 24, 2021 at 12:03 GMT+0000

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Kan man spise græs?

Jeg gad vide, hvorfra denne konstante uro kommer: Vil der være mad nok, hvis samfundet pludselig går i stå, ingenting fungerer og hver mand må klare sig selv og de fleste er døde (så der er ingen kamp mellem “post-apokalyptiske bander”). Er det en slags “deja-vu” følelse jeg har fra mine celler, der jo har forfædre fra hundredetusinder af år?

Den følelse bliver stærkere, når jeg ser de små 20-minutters video’er “The History of the Earth
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC_aOteuWIY8ITg7DQQspG1g

En gang der var en forbipassereden uforvaret læser her, kunne jeg forstå at det var så umulig en tanke at man kunne interessere sig for græsarter, så vedkommende troede det var synonym for marihuana, eller hamp.

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Wednesday, March 24, 2021 at 10:27 GMT+0000

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