Once upon a time there was a small desert village with a single well outside town. One day a young woman went to the well to fetch water, and the well heard her crying, and asked “What’s wrong?”
She stopped her sobbing and asked the well “You can talk?”
“Yes,” said the well. “Long ago, the witch who lives in this town gave me life so I could serve as a guardian to the townspeople.”
“Alas,” said the young woman. “I am the daughter of that witch. She lived in peace with the townsfolk for many years. But the new mayor, who is a violent and hateful man, riled the people up against her, and they burned her at the stake. I am young and still do not know very much magic. I tried to curse them, but my curses fizzled. Now I worry I will never avenge my mother’s death.”
“Do not be afraid,” said the well. “I will take care of this.”
The next morning, when the Mayor came to fetch water from the well, he heard an odd noise coming from the bottom. He peered over as far as he could to see what was happening. Then an impossibly long arm shot up from the bottom of the well, grabbed the mayor, and pulled him into the well shaft. There was a horrible crunching sound, and nobody ever saw the Mayor again. The townsfolk apologized to the witch’s daughter, and they all lived happily ever after.
Moral of the story: living well is the best revenge
Recently I went to one of my favorite
museums of all times, the Muskegon Art Museum, and discovered this
new bronze by UK artist, Beth Carter, Minotaur Reading. When people
think of the myth of the Minotaur it’s almost always in context of
his violence, his lust, his impossible body. Here all that is swept
away with this monstrous form reading a small golden book. This made
me crazy happy to see.
the funny thing is that i don’t think younger people – and i mean those under the age of 40 – really have a grasp on how many of today’s issues can be tied back to a disastrous reagan policy: