Da_Mask-sus21 on Nostr: Looking back through old flurries of posts, wondering how they could at best be ...
Looking back through old flurries of posts, wondering how they could at best be understood, at worst be severely & detrimentally misunderstood.
I thought social media might be like 🐿️Ratoskr, the malevolent mediator.
🦇🪳Then I thought of this passage on Rumor from the Aeneid:
“Speed lends her strength, and she winds vigor as she goes; small at first through fear, soon she mounts up to heaven, and walks the ground with head hidden in the clouds. Mother Earth, provoked to anger against the gods, brought her forth last, they say as sister to Coeus and Enceladus, swift of feet and fleet of wing, a monster awful and huge, who for the many feathers in her body had many watchful eyes beneath — wondrous to tell — as many tongues, as many sounding mouths, as many pricked-up ears.
By night, midway between heaven and earth, she flues through the gloom, screeching, and drops
mot her eyes in sweet sleep; by day she sits in guard on high rooftop or lofty turrets, and affrights great cities, clinging to the false and the wrong, yet heralding the truth. Now exulting in manifold gossip, she filled the nations and sang alike of fact and falsehood, how Aeneas is come, one born of Trojan blood, to whom in marriage fair Dido delights to join herself;
Now they while away the winter, all its length, in wanton ease together, heedless of their realms and enthralled by shameless passion. These tales the foul goddess spreads here and there upon the lips of men. Straightaway to King Iarbas she bends her course, and with words fires his spirit and heaps high his wrath.” (Book IV.173)
Woah. What a monster…
#SM #Monsters
I thought social media might be like 🐿️Ratoskr, the malevolent mediator.
🦇🪳Then I thought of this passage on Rumor from the Aeneid:
“Speed lends her strength, and she winds vigor as she goes; small at first through fear, soon she mounts up to heaven, and walks the ground with head hidden in the clouds. Mother Earth, provoked to anger against the gods, brought her forth last, they say as sister to Coeus and Enceladus, swift of feet and fleet of wing, a monster awful and huge, who for the many feathers in her body had many watchful eyes beneath — wondrous to tell — as many tongues, as many sounding mouths, as many pricked-up ears.
By night, midway between heaven and earth, she flues through the gloom, screeching, and drops
mot her eyes in sweet sleep; by day she sits in guard on high rooftop or lofty turrets, and affrights great cities, clinging to the false and the wrong, yet heralding the truth. Now exulting in manifold gossip, she filled the nations and sang alike of fact and falsehood, how Aeneas is come, one born of Trojan blood, to whom in marriage fair Dido delights to join herself;
Now they while away the winter, all its length, in wanton ease together, heedless of their realms and enthralled by shameless passion. These tales the foul goddess spreads here and there upon the lips of men. Straightaway to King Iarbas she bends her course, and with words fires his spirit and heaps high his wrath.” (Book IV.173)
Woah. What a monster…
#SM #Monsters