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Theodore M. Davis Collection, Bequest of Theodore M. Davis, 1915 metmuseum.org |
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Showing posts with label egypt. Show all posts
Showing posts with label egypt. Show all posts
Friday, July 27, 2018
a mouse, living forever
Monday, May 28, 2018
running golden, 11th c
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www.metmuseum.org Purchase, Joseph Pulitzer Bequest, 1964 |
Saturday, December 23, 2017
awaken like a hedgehog
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Rogers Fund and Edward S. Harkness Gift, 1920. https://www.metmuseum.org |
Monday, November 27, 2017
a family on one ring!
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www.themet.org Purchase, Patricia A. Cotti and Friends of Egyptian Art Gifts, 2017
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Sunday, November 12, 2017
a greek dog on egyptian soil
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www.mfa.org Egypt Exploration Fund by subscription |
He lives at the Boston MFA, where they don't have a date of manufacture listed for him, but they know where he was found (by the great Egyptologist Flinders Petrie, no less). He's from Naukratis, which was a Greek trading post in the Nile Delta established in the 7th century BC. The British Museum has a research project about Naukratis; you can read more about it here. If you search the research project catalog for "dog" you'll see this guy and a number of his fellows pop up, as the project worked with museum collections worldwide. I learned there that he might be a representation of Sirius the Dog Star, whose rising happened around the yearly flooding of the Nile.
Saturday, November 04, 2017
the official's other dog!
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By Karen Green (IMG_6422) [CC BY-SA 2.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons |
Friday, November 03, 2017
the official's dog, 12th dynasty
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By Karen Green (IMG_6415) [CC BY-SA 2.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons |
Friday, September 01, 2017
cat and mouse, with a twist
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Charles Edwin Wilbour Fund, www.brooklynmuseum.org (CC-BY) |
Friday, June 30, 2017
otter admiration, egypt
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Gift of Lily S. Place, 1923 www.metmuseum.org |
Monday, March 27, 2017
precious hedgehog
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Gift of Helen Miller Gould, 1910 www.metmuseum.org |
Saturday, October 01, 2016
ode "on a cat mummy"
In this gloriously odd vintage poem, a mummified puss leads the poet to muse upon the fall of empires and the ascendancy of Christianity. Hang on for this ride through the ancient sands, won't you?
On a Cat Mummy.
PREPOSTEROUS cat, from Egypt's soil arisen,
Where thou hast lain beneath the sand seas flat,
The countless years had power thy face to wizen,
But not to wreck, for thou art still a cat.
I will not point at thee with jesting finger,
Nor pass thee by as though unworthy thought,
For there is much in thee to make me linger;
Those sightless eyes are with high meaning fraught.
'Tis hard indeed for modern thought or notion
To move along on ancient Koptic line,
Or hold, by any sort of weird devotion,
Grimalkin clothed in attributes divine.
We upstarts have a curious way of linking
Puss with old dames and flights upon a broom,
But Egypt's reverential mode of thinking
Ere Homer's day ran back to earlier gloom.
How very modern is our prophet Moses!
Our Christ himself but theme for recent talk,
While we are few when counted with the noses
That owned the sway of Horus and of hawk.
Five thousand years! The brain grows sick and dizzy.
But long ere then Phtah ruled beside the Nile,
And swarming millions, brown and blithe and busy,
Throve in the dreamy splendor of his smile.
Most ancient cat! When thou were swathed and twisted
In costly shroud and laid in sacred grave,
Apis and Pharaoh vainly were resisted,
And gentle Isis deigned to bless and save.
Those gods are dead, and faded is their splendor;
Their countless years are but a day that's done,
While Bethlehem's star, with radiance pure and tender,
Outshines in glory Egypt's fiercest sun.
The granite statue of sublime Rameses
On Memphis plain stands desolate to-day,
And years drift by, like summer's cloudy fleeces,
Forever changing and the same for aye.
Broad lotus leaves still on Nile's bosom quiver,
Still lives the Sphinx in many a Koptic face,
But never Pharaoh drifts across the river
In golden boat to his long resting-place.
O wondrous cat! Time leveled many a city,
Pantheons fell, great nations were forgot,
But thou wast hid, and now, in scorn and pity,
Comest to taunt me with my fleeting lot.
Out of my sight! I will no more abide thee.
Thy weird grotesqueness makes me chill and faint;
Thou art too hoar*; I cannot well deride thee,
But I will spurn thee ere I suffer taint.
Curse on those old Egyptians and their science!
Types live, and change doth keep this old world sweet.
We pass and come again: why bid defiance
To Nature, and be spurned beneath her feet?
Voices of nature join in ceaseless paean!
Death is but change and joyful motherhood;
And through the chorus whisper, Galilean,
"Why live at all except for doing good?"
*hoar: grayish-white, aged
- Horton, G. (1892). Songs of the lowly, and other poems. Chicago, F. J. Schulte & company. 124-6. George Horton (1860-1942) was an author and journalist appointed by President Cleveland as consul to Athens. At first glance I find his work earnestly likeable - here's the last stanza of his poem "To an English Sparrow," same book as above:
On a Cat Mummy.
PREPOSTEROUS cat, from Egypt's soil arisen,
Where thou hast lain beneath the sand seas flat,
The countless years had power thy face to wizen,
But not to wreck, for thou art still a cat.
I will not point at thee with jesting finger,
Nor pass thee by as though unworthy thought,
For there is much in thee to make me linger;
Those sightless eyes are with high meaning fraught.
'Tis hard indeed for modern thought or notion
To move along on ancient Koptic line,
Or hold, by any sort of weird devotion,
Grimalkin clothed in attributes divine.
We upstarts have a curious way of linking
Puss with old dames and flights upon a broom,
But Egypt's reverential mode of thinking
Ere Homer's day ran back to earlier gloom.
How very modern is our prophet Moses!
Our Christ himself but theme for recent talk,
While we are few when counted with the noses
That owned the sway of Horus and of hawk.
Five thousand years! The brain grows sick and dizzy.
But long ere then Phtah ruled beside the Nile,
And swarming millions, brown and blithe and busy,
Throve in the dreamy splendor of his smile.
Most ancient cat! When thou were swathed and twisted
In costly shroud and laid in sacred grave,
Apis and Pharaoh vainly were resisted,
And gentle Isis deigned to bless and save.
Those gods are dead, and faded is their splendor;
Their countless years are but a day that's done,
While Bethlehem's star, with radiance pure and tender,
Outshines in glory Egypt's fiercest sun.
The granite statue of sublime Rameses
On Memphis plain stands desolate to-day,
And years drift by, like summer's cloudy fleeces,
Forever changing and the same for aye.
Broad lotus leaves still on Nile's bosom quiver,
Still lives the Sphinx in many a Koptic face,
But never Pharaoh drifts across the river
In golden boat to his long resting-place.
O wondrous cat! Time leveled many a city,
Pantheons fell, great nations were forgot,
But thou wast hid, and now, in scorn and pity,
Comest to taunt me with my fleeting lot.
Out of my sight! I will no more abide thee.
Thy weird grotesqueness makes me chill and faint;
Thou art too hoar*; I cannot well deride thee,
But I will spurn thee ere I suffer taint.
Curse on those old Egyptians and their science!
Types live, and change doth keep this old world sweet.
We pass and come again: why bid defiance
To Nature, and be spurned beneath her feet?
Voices of nature join in ceaseless paean!
Death is but change and joyful motherhood;
And through the chorus whisper, Galilean,
"Why live at all except for doing good?"
*hoar: grayish-white, aged
- Horton, G. (1892). Songs of the lowly, and other poems. Chicago, F. J. Schulte & company. 124-6. George Horton (1860-1942) was an author and journalist appointed by President Cleveland as consul to Athens. At first glance I find his work earnestly likeable - here's the last stanza of his poem "To an English Sparrow," same book as above:
Your enemies say you're a fighter.
Ah well, what of that? So am I.
I will sing if 'tis darker or lighter
You have taught me a gay battle-cry.
When Fortune's against me, despite her
I will wait for the days that are brighter,
Singing " Cheer up! Cheer up! "
I will fight and will sing till I die.
Ah well, what of that? So am I.
I will sing if 'tis darker or lighter
You have taught me a gay battle-cry.
When Fortune's against me, despite her
I will wait for the days that are brighter,
Singing " Cheer up! Cheer up! "
I will fight and will sing till I die.
Friday, September 16, 2016
here, iknht, good boy
"More Ancient Egyptian Names of Dogs and Other Animals" by Henry G. Fischer. Each name has a citation, and I would love to find images to match, though the article has a few.
You'll hear of Nfr (a common name), Hknw, Hknn and Hnf.
'Ikni is also a common name from the Middle Kingdom and later, though it seems to be a name that references Nubia. Were they Nubian dogs? Fascinating.
But wait, there's more! Fischer notes these horse names found in battle scenes from the late New Kingdom: "Amun Decrees Valor for Him," "Amun, He Gives Might," and "Amun Has Given Might." Then, hold on, we get to the war lion (yes, I said war lion): "Slayer of His Foes."
Thursday, September 08, 2016
two ancient kittens
Thursday, September 01, 2016
a cat handles it
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www.metmuseum.org. gift of Darius Ogden Mills, 1904 |
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see above, www.metmuseum.org |
This piece belongs to The Met, and its collection page suggests it was part of an offering to Bastet, a goddess whose alertness and power was on an approachable scale. You wouldn't own a lion to catch your household mice, so you might not choose lion-headed Sekhmet for your daily troubles. Bastet, fierce yet friendly and fond of a comfortable and happy house, was the goddess for you.
Thursday, May 05, 2016
cat luck
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the metropolitan museum of art, Bequest of Mary Anna Palmer Draper, 1915 1891 www.metmuseum.org |
Tuesday, December 29, 2015
bark bark
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The Metropolitan Museum of Art, Rogers Fund, 1940. www.metmuseum.org. OASC |
Thursday, November 19, 2015
color ancient egyptian cats!
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all images copyright and by kindest permission of l. a. vocelle |
Pet Museum friend, The Great Cat (L. A. Vocelle) has created a wonderful coloring book of ancient Egyptian cat imagery! It's called Ancient Egyptian Cats: A Coloring Book for Adults and Children (and the link takes you to its Amazon page for the getting thereof).
The images are inspired by statues and wall bas-reliefs. Don't you want to get to coloring right now?
I went looking for a poem to Bast (the cat goddess) and this one pops up a great deal:
Hail Bast! Hail
Bast! Hail Bast,
coming forth from the secret place,
may there be given to me splendor
in the place of incense, herbs,
and love-joys, peace of heart in the
place of bread and beer.
coming forth from the secret place,
may there be given to me splendor
in the place of incense, herbs,
and love-joys, peace of heart in the
place of bread and beer.
Friday, April 10, 2015
a winsome game marker
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from the walters art museum, PD: CC-BY |
Tuesday, November 25, 2014
naps: good even millenia ago
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Figure of a Reclining Dog, ca. 1938-1700 B.C.E. Faience, glazed, 13/16 x 1 15/16 x 1 1/2 in. (2 x 4.9 x 3.8 cm). Brooklyn Museum, Museum Collection Fund, 14.659. Creative Commons-BY |
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