Lately, I haven’t had much that I wanted to post here; I’m trying to decide if this is because I am winding down what I am doing here or if I may need to overhaul what I am doing here. No good answers to those questions yet, but while I have been sick these last few days, a few notebook-worthy observations have crossed my mind. Pardon the mess; I’m still feeling a little logy.
Apparently, I’m all about the library angels these last couple of posts.
While I was picking up a copy of Chesnut’s Devoted to Death for my partner, another book caught my eye. It turned out to be some existential / therapeutic examination of death, but it opened with an epigraph about Çatalhöyük, describing the centrality of the bull and the vulture to the imagery of the so-called ‘great goddess.’ I would have shrugged it off had I not turned around and come face to face with Michael Rice’s The Power of the Bull in which Çatalhöyük gets its own chapter.