A note and a link

This is just to let my readers know that I will occasionally be reposting Antinoan items I originally shared at Confessions of an Urban Druid, especially poems I have written for various divinities; there aren’t that many such items, all told.

I’d also like to link to a poem for Dionysus I wrote which was posted at the Boukoleon, the website for the Thiasos of the Starry Bull. It’s at the bottom of the page, at present.

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Possibly a mission statement

I’ve written devotional poems for several deities now, but writing one for Antinous proved surprisingly hard. I think, however, that this poem definitely belongs at the head of this blog.

Antinous for Everybody

I am grateful to have you in my life,

Bithynian Boy: So grateful that I find

I don’t want to keep you to myself.

I want to share you with everyone

around me, anyone who might be

as hungry and thirsty as I was.

I want to be your Ganymede

and hand you round like the Holy Grail,

so that everyone who tastes you

can drink of their desire.

Antinous for everybody!

Drink of the boy turned god,

the one who comes

and meets us more

than halfway, the new interpreter

of gods to mortals and likewise

mortals to gods.

Drink of his eyes that

look deeply into yours

when you look at him;

drink of his listening

expression, his soft and

silent mouth. Taste his abundant

curls, his broad sturdy

shoulders, his perfect buttocks.

Antinous for everyone!

Drink deeply, friends, for I

am drunk with love and want

you to be as drunk as I am.

 

I want to give you away to old ladies

who have no one to listen

to them and no one to carry

their groceries to the kitchen.

I want to share you with

the misfit teenagers

who think no one else

has ever felt as they do,

who call themselves

bi or pan or ace,

boi or gurl or queer.

I want to take you out

for drinks and show you off

to all my fag-hag friends,

dressed in low-rise jeans

and boots and a henley

stretched across the muscles

of your chest. Take, eat,

enjoy the Beautiful God,

lovable and lovely, amiable

but fierce, both benevolent and just.

I want to take you to all the churches

that punish people in Jesus’ name

so you can tell them Jesus loves them

no matter who they fuck.

 

Then when I’ve introduced you

to all the people who need you,

all the people I think would love you,

take my hand and walk me home,

and with your smile, Antinous,

remind me that nothing shared

is anything lost, and that your love

stays with me though I give it away.

Fanfic and ancestor veneration

For the past few months, off and on, I’ve been reading the Aeneid for the first time, in the translation by Allen Mandelbaum. It’s been slow going; I think there’s just something intimidating about reading THE AENEID, but whenever I make myself open the Kindle book, I find myself sucked in to Aeneas’ adventures. (My mental image of Aeneas, I confess, owes a lot to Viggo Mortensen’s appearance as Aragorn in Peter Jackon’s Lord of the Rings movies.)

The funny thing about the Aeneid is how familiar it is. You see, I discovered Dante as a teenager and have read about half a dozen translations to date, including Ciardi, Sayers, and Mandelbaum. (Having read Mandelbaum’s Dante, I felt confident I would enjoy his translation of Virgil.) You can’t read Dante without, as it were, meeting Virgil, both as a character within the poem and as a literary source referenced in the annotations. I knew how frequently Dante quotes Virgil, but until I actually read the Aeneid, I had no grasp of how completely the Italian poet is indebted to the Latin poet for the entire plan of his epic. From my perspective, the Comedy is basically Aeneid fanfic.

I have read and written fanfic and participated in online fannish culture since 1998. When I went to my first convention of slash fans, people who read and write homoerotic renderings of popular culture, I met women who’d been writing Starsky and Hutch as lovers since the 1970s and were afraid that if anyone in their workplace discovered their secret hobby, they’d be fired. Since then, fanfic has, if you’ll pardon the metaphor, come out of the closet. While many authors still strenuously oppose the writing of fanfic based on their work, I think most creators of novels, film, and television are finally coming to realize that fanfic is not a theft of their work, not an insult to their creativity, but ultimately a compliment. Even if you rewrite a whole episode (or a whole season!) of a television show because you think it went wrong somewhere, you’re going to do it because you love the characters and their world, not because you want to poke their creators in the eye.

More than that, however, I think that writing fanfic is a kind of apprenticeship. It takes just as many hours to write 10,000 words of fanfic as it does to write the same amount of “original” fic. It takes as many hours to write a 100,00-word novel in which Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes are not superheroes but ordinary guys who meet in college and fall in love (and have way hot threesomes with Steve’s best friend Natasha Romanov) as it does to write a 100,000 word novel about two queer guys who meet in college and fall in love but have no resemblance to pre-existing characters (or none that the author will admit to). And more and more fanfic writers are moving into writing professional, original fiction, without having to disavow their fannish histories as they once did.

What fanfic really does is challenge the ideas of creativity and artistic inspiration that came out of the Romantic movement in Europe. The Romantic artist is the poet in the garret, the mad painter in his studio, possessed by the fire of genius and creating works that come purely from divine inspiration and owe nothing to any source. It’s a myth that ignores the books, teachers, paintings, sculptures the Romantic artist learned from, not to mention the women who cook his food, clean up his messes, warm his bed, bear his children, and offer financial support and creative inspiration. The Romantic artist is the glorious solitary male, drinking himself to death to bear the burden of his splendid isolation, the condition of his creative gifts. It’s a poisonous myth that Julia Cameron wrote a whole series of books to combat: The Artist’s Way.

The fanfic writer, or the fan artist, by contrast, is a girl, or a woman, surrounded by a community of other girls and women who are keenly interested in her output. She has co-writers for her stories. She has friends who hang out with her in Livestream and watch her draw. She has Tumblr buddies who give her prompts, chat partners to bounce ideas off of. It’s a tremendous challenge to the male ego embodied in the artist myth.

What reading the Aeneid after reading the Divine Comedy shows me is that the fannish model of creativity is the one that actually works. It’s true not only for erotic stories about Kirk and Spock or casefiles with romance about Mulder and Scully, it’s true for all of literature, all of art. Dante made Virgil his guide into Hell because Virgil had already been there. The crossing of Styx in the Aeneid and the Comedy are almost identical, down to the weight of the mortal man dragging on Charon’s boat. Virgil’s Elysian fields are Dante’s Limbo of the virtuous pagans; Dante, like Aeneas, hears great figures tell him how famous he’s going to be. Like Aeneas, Dante encounters an ancestor who prophesies his future, though it is political disgrace and exile rather than the greatness of Rome. I’ve encountered a ton of parallels between the two poems, and I’m not quite halfway through with Virgil.

Then there’s Ursula K. Le Guin’s Lavinia, which I think is the finest novel she’s ever written. Lavinia is the story of the Latin girl that Aeneas marries, before, during, and after her marriage to the wandering hero, told by Lavinia herself. In the novel, Virgil himself appears as a character, a dream-figure encountered by Lavinia in numinous moments. I fear Ms. Le Guin might be insulted by the designation, by what is Lavinia but Aeneid fanfic? She herself admits that she was motivated to write it by her love for the poet and his work, and the love for another creator’s work is the prime motivation of fanfic.

So I have discovered that Virgil is, in fact, my ancestor–my literary forebear, a spiritual and creative root. I cannot overstate how much Dante and Le Guin have influenced me as a reader and a writer. I would also have to mention T.S. Eliot, whose work was opaque to me despite literature courses until I had independently read Dante and Julian of Norwich. When I saw who his ancestors were, I understood him. When I read Charles Williams, I understood Dante better; when I read Dante, I understood Wiliams better. Reading Virgil now, knowing he stands behind all these writers I have loved, I acknowledge and honor him as my ancestor and understand better all the writers he has influenced.

I realize that the logical next step here is to read Homer. Well, he’s on my list. In the meantime, ave, Vergili pater mei!

Hello and welcome

Welcome to Antinous for Everybody, a blog devoted to the Greek-Egyptian-Roman god Antinous, his revived worship in the 21st century, and your blogger’s attempts at practicing polytheism, including devotion to Antinous. Here are some things you should know about Antinous:
  • Antinous was a historical person, a young man from Bithynia, a province of the Roman Empire near what is now called the Black Sea.
  • He was the lover of the Emperor Hadrian.
  • He was deified according to Egyptian custom when he drowned in the Nile. To drown in the Nile conferred union with Osiris, the god of life in the afterworld.
  • He was not deified because the Emperor was his boyfriend, but his worship would likely not have become widespread if he hadn’t been connected to Hadrian.
  • His worship did spread throughout the Empire, promoted by Hadrian with the founding of a city on the site of his death, building of temples, and holding of games in his honor, until it was suppressed along with other pagan cultus by the Church.
  • Antinous is not just “a gay god” or a god for gay men or a god of being gay. He is a god of poetry, athletic competition, love, hunting, and the mysteries of apotheosis, just to scratch the surface, who was and is available to anyone who prays to him.
  • If you want to know everything there is to know about Antinous and his revived worship, visit the Aedicula Antinoi, his virtual shrine and one of the best blogs I’ve ever read.

A few things you might want to know about me, your blogger:

  • I am not a gay man. In fact, I’m a bisexual cisgender woman.
  • I’m also a writer and musician, and I work in my city’s public library.
  • I grew up a High Church Episcopalian, but I’ve been interested in comparative religion and mythology for as long as I could read.
  • I’ve explored Wicca, Druidry, Tibetan Buddhism, and generic neopaganism on my way to discovering Antinous.
  • I’m new to the worship of Antinous, but I feel a strong devotion to him.
  • I’m a citizen, that is, a member of the Ekklesía Antínoou–-a queer, Graeco-Roman-Egyptian syncretist reconstructionist polytheist group dedicated to Antinous, the deified lover of the Roman Emperor Hadrian, and related deities and divine figures (a direct quote from the founder of the E.A., P. Sufenas Virius Lupus).
  • I honor a spread of Greek, Roman, and Egyptian gods, along with various ancestors and spirits.
  • I really, really, really like birds. My significant other, in a non-sexual sense, is my cockatiel, Rembrandt.