Ishtar used her great position as the goddess of love to her advantage as a means to control people and cause terror. In Gilgamesh's rejection of Ishtar, he points out examples of Ishtar's past actions. Ishtar mesmerized a poor, shepard boy and had him bake and kill lamb for her. What did the young boy receive in return? He was "sexually" wounded.(Gilgamesh,Pg.39) Another instance is when she attempted to lure the family gardener into getting in bed with her.(Gilgamesh, Pg. 39) What is man's greatest weakness? The simple answer is WOMEN.
(Pg. 533)http://books.google.com/books?id=qjEYEjVVEosC&pg=RA5-PA533&lpg=RA5-PA533&dq=Why+is+women+man%27s+greatest+weakness%3F&source=web&ots=IrP115zNCV&sig=6kWljvMW4mhtYtmFei2y0NfkrAc&hl=en&sa=X&oi=book_result&resnum=9&ct=result#PRA5-PA533,M1
In Ishtar representing love, she is acting the image of the perfect woman. Men can not possibly resist this temptation. Once a man even glances at her, Ishtar's spell latches onto them. Men are drawn into her presence motivated by sexual desire. When Ishtar is considered as the ultimate prized possession, men absurdly fight over who gets to enjoy "pleasures" from Ishtar. These fights lead to warfare. Wherever Ishtar goes, violence and destruction follows. In the "Descent of Ishtar" , even Ereshkigal-a god-
is quoted saying," I weep for the men who have left their wives. I weep for the wives torn from the embrace of their husbands." The god of the underworld has knowledge of Ishtar's treacherous ways and HAS SYMPATHY for Ishtar's victims. Ishtar uses her title as a god to deceive villagers into worshiping and praising her. She is no god but a monster!
Ishtar is a version of today's "Desperate Housewife" figure that we see on television. She uses a false image to manipulate as many people as she possibly can. But like any "celebrity", their "fall" is inevitable, and so Ishtar was brought down to the level of nakedness that everyone must face.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Sunday, September 14, 2008
About Me
Hi, well most of you know my name.
If you didn't you probably wouldn't
be reading this. 8)
I really enjoy playing sports, especially
basketball, volleyball, track&field, and more!
I like to try new things!
Whether that's new foods, new books,
meet new friends, etc. Also, I try to be
a pretty good friend to everyone.
If you want to know more, just ask me in person
and I'll gladly tell you.....8)
cya later!!
If you didn't you probably wouldn't
be reading this. 8)
I really enjoy playing sports, especially
basketball, volleyball, track&field, and more!
I like to try new things!
Whether that's new foods, new books,
meet new friends, etc. Also, I try to be
a pretty good friend to everyone.
If you want to know more, just ask me in person
and I'll gladly tell you.....8)
cya later!!
Friday, September 5, 2008
First Day
“RING, RING, RING!!!” buzzes the alarm clock,
The digits 6:00 A.M. flashes repeatedly on the screen,
The day that seemed so distant in the future,
Creeping up and jumping out so suddenly.
Time for backpacks,
Time for textbooks,
Time for pencils and pens,
Time for an orderly schedule.
Being dropped off at the front of the school,
Thinking back to 8th Grade Graduation,
Where teachers exclaimed that we are off to
Newer and better places.
High school is our so-called “second home”?
Kids rushing by, trying to dodge your way around older students,
People playfully pushing their friends
Who then bump into passersby.
Lockers clearly not up for the challenge
Of holding high school books,
Its size dating back to the times of pre-school
Where kids kept their supplies in cubbies.
Lunch being meant to sit and chat with old friends,
But coming from a school where the students are separated,
And where most others already have their “group”,
Old friends are hard to find among the sea of students.
A sense of feeling lost in every direction you turn,
Wandering aimlessly from one end of the school to the other,
A simple task of finding the bathroom taking fifteen minutes,
High school is our so-called “second home”?
Homework given out on the first day of school,
Teachers passing out strenuous work calendars,
Heads glancing at the clock,
Desperately waiting to hear “music to their ears.”
But as the final bell rings,
Walking down the hallway,
Thinking to myself,
“I’ve survived my first day of high school.”
And a smile creeps across my face,
Just as the sun creeps out after a rainy day,
Its radiating light fighting to break through the clouds.
Maybe, I can enjoy this new home of mine.
“RING, RING, RING!!!” buzzes the alarm clock,
The digits 6:00 A.M. flashes repeatedly on the screen,
The day that seemed so distant in the future,
Creeping up and jumping out so suddenly.
Time for backpacks,
Time for textbooks,
Time for pencils and pens,
Time for an orderly schedule.
Being dropped off at the front of the school,
Thinking back to 8th Grade Graduation,
Where teachers exclaimed that we are off to
Newer and better places.
High school is our so-called “second home”?
Kids rushing by, trying to dodge your way around older students,
People playfully pushing their friends
Who then bump into passersby.
Lockers clearly not up for the challenge
Of holding high school books,
Its size dating back to the times of pre-school
Where kids kept their supplies in cubbies.
Lunch being meant to sit and chat with old friends,
But coming from a school where the students are separated,
And where most others already have their “group”,
Old friends are hard to find among the sea of students.
A sense of feeling lost in every direction you turn,
Wandering aimlessly from one end of the school to the other,
A simple task of finding the bathroom taking fifteen minutes,
High school is our so-called “second home”?
Homework given out on the first day of school,
Teachers passing out strenuous work calendars,
Heads glancing at the clock,
Desperately waiting to hear “music to their ears.”
But as the final bell rings,
Walking down the hallway,
Thinking to myself,
“I’ve survived my first day of high school.”
And a smile creeps across my face,
Just as the sun creeps out after a rainy day,
Its radiating light fighting to break through the clouds.
Maybe, I can enjoy this new home of mine.
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