Quora

Quoras as the Bronze Age collapse A fundamental principle [of ancient Greek tragedy], often overlooked, is that the double and the monster are one and the same being - René Girard, Violence and the Sacred I was Euphorbus at the siege of Troy - “Pythagoras”/Diogenes Laërtius, Lives and Opinions of Eminent Philosophers

It has nothing to do with the eruption of Hekla 3 in “He barked at them: IrceeigIlatn’nsodgf,oRrteasnmpooethnsiesnisbgIlIetIofodrotwheithfamines during the where are you off to, Greeks, leaving It has nothing to do with the theory of bicameral my tomb unhonoured?” mind: the gods used to talk to you with your own … voice, that you/they “Who defends me? What kinsman? what puppet your/themselves. You—nobody— mouth city? Vanished is the old man, nothing Vanished is the children. clever and watch Athena, in the Achaean throng, … staring with grey eyes, warily. Where will I end up? Some Dorian It has nothing to do with the concentration of anchor? Or some place in Phthia, where power in the priesthood and noble soldiery, the they say the streams of Apidanos make flooding of the Nile, the slave economy of the the plain glitter? eastern Mediterranean, the extortion of grain … from mortal labourers. Or shall I yoke up horses in Athens, It has nothing to do with an influx of refugees, embroidering them on a yellow robe[…] saying the cyclopean cities have fallen, at last. or perhaps the race of Titans that Zeus put to sleep with a bolt of fire? …

It’s not a question of sacred hospitality, or not “Who killed him? Since you are dream- seasoning your own children for cloaked strangers. minded, can you say?” Not the question: why did they abandon the language … as well as the hill-palaces, ungainly as the roads of “I was doing my hair Mycenae? Not a question of who the language belonged to, what it evolved to classify. Whether it I was binding my hair … sprung from the head, fully armoured. Not a question A roar swept the street: O sons of metempsychosis, the souls of the wronged transitioning from one body to another until Of Greece, will you ever the blood price is extirpated, a temporarily Take the tower of Troy embarrassed millionaire of the spirit. Not a question of And see your homes?” there being no Greece, no Assyria, no Egypt until afterwards, after their subjects fed them to the powers … they represented. They needed new names and - “well, good causes are always an discourses, like a sub-reddit. occasion for good arguments, aren’t they?” The chorus, Hekuba, Euripides, trans. Anne Carson

You remember watching a trans Youtube- “Tell Ea-nasir: Nanni sends the following essayist you know called Pamphleteer, her message: video on the bronze age collapse, how it is When you came, you said to me as follows : narrativized ideologically: “I will give Gimil-Sin (when he comes) fine quality copper ingots.” You left then but - You remember a description: “every you did not do what you promised me. You dram of olive oil, every ingot of copper put ingots which were not good before my was recorded” in the centralised messenger (Sit-Sin) and said: “If you want economy. A copper ingot like an atom to take them, take them; if you do not want waiting to spilt apart, as a goof. to take them, go away!” … - You have to remember there’s no How have you treated me for that copper? coinage. Markets are nascent. You have withheld my money from me in Everything is painfully physical. enemy territory; it is now up to you to restore (my money) to me in full. - You remember, the “sea peoples” were a common name. They arrived - Clay tablet, Ur, 1750 bc. Trans. A. whenever the palace-economies, its Leo Oppenheim from Akkadian debt and slave labour, collapsed mysteriously every famine. - The erotic tension between history filling in gaps, and history producing plot holes -

When you talk about it, you don’t talk about \"They made a conspiracy in their islands, All at deliberation. A dark age is a dark age is a dark age once the lands were removed and scattered in to everyone but the historian and the cats, the fray. No land could stand before their arms: gnawing happily on their supplicants/owners’ from Hatti, Qode, Carchemish, Arzawa and Alash livers, littering the now empty streets. You take it iya on, being cut off at one time. A camp was set in good faith, as if everyone other than the kings up in Amurru. They desolated its people, and its also consented to it. You don’t talk about land was like that which has never come into fragments, despite the time being nothing but being. They were coming forward toward Egypt, fragments: hyperlinks, tablets, intact pylons, a while the flame was prepared before them. full-throated chorus. You don’t talk about what history was, afterwards. The cough of the god- - Medinet Habu, second pylon, trans. kings, outcast temporarily. They mutter, history John A. Wilson will be written by professionals after this debacle, as histories move around them, through their “the country is abandoned to [itself]” pulmonary/vascular system, abandoned to … themselves. “(it was) the people from your country (and) your own ships (who) did this! - letter from Ammurapi, king of Ugarit, to Eshuwara, asking for support against the sea peoples trans. Eric H.Cline, Jean Nougaryol et al.