Paintings Of Sappho In Order Of How Bummed Out She Looks
So maybe my favorite part about all of Greek history is that Sappho was just such a BIG GAY BUMMER that it pretty much killed her. (This may or may not be true. 100% of what we know about Sappho is “this may or may not be true,” except for the rumor that she threw herself off of a cliff for the love of some male boatman , which is a vile calumny invented by, I don’t know, Athenians probably, who were terrified of women’s sexuality in general.)
(Follow-up parenthetical: we are NOT going to have an argument about Sappho’s historic gayness. If I hear the words “finishing school,” “Phaon,” “it’s impossible to know her sexuality because…” or anything about Erinna being a male poet using a pseudonym, I will shut down this entire website and send all of you packing.)
Anyhow, here are a bunch of paintings of Sappho in order of how super bummed-out she looked. (She was bummed out all the time because of ladies .)
this is garbage trash
Sappho is practically SMILING and I can see the bloom of health in her cheeks? Why don’t you just draw a picture of Heathcliff and Cathy as the “Love is…” dolls holding hands in a Precious Moments background?? Sappho INVENTED the gay goth look and this is NOT IT.
SLIGHTLY better. She’s holding a piece of paper with her own name on it just in case anyone forgets, which is pretty metal, and she’s turning away from a bunch of dudes to protect her sweet lyre. Plus it looks like there’s a babe she’s staring longingly at who is talking to said dudes, so there’s that.
YES. This is some GOOD SAPPHO. She is so languid and anguished and languishing she doesn’t even care that she’s got her tits out. WHATEVER, MAN. She’s got her lyre and that’s all she needs. Just art, man. She doesn’t need that girl, whatever her name was. Uuuugh, she’s too sad to even LIFT UP HER HEAD. Why should she bother lifting it anyways, if she knows she’s never going to see anyone worth looking at again.
Even better . She’s added a sweet black cloak, which is righteous, and she’s cuddling her lyre on the edge of a cliff, because her lyre is the only thing that understands her.
JUST STRAIGHT UP STANDING ON THE EDGE OF A CLIFF YELLING AT THE NIGHT
She is (as best as I can tell) lying dead on the ground while a bird tries to peck away her jewels? YES.
Oh my GOD, look at how sad and gross she is, trying to sullenly make out with a girl who can’t even make eye contact with her? WELCOME TO MY ELEVENTH GRADE YEAR, SAPPHO.
I have no idea what she’s running away from, but IT’S PROBABLY HER FEELINGS.
YES. YES. YES. YES. YES. THIS IS HOT TOPIC’S EMILY THE STRANGE BY WAY OF ANCIENT GREECE. NO SHIRT, BLACK CLOAK, BLACK SCARF, DEAD EYES, THAT’S THE LONG-DEAD MEGA-GAY BUMMER WE KNOW AND LOVE. SAPPHO NEVER SMILED EVEN ONCE, OR SHE SMILED ONCE AND IT HURT SO BAD SHE DIED, GOD BLESS
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Moody and aloof and musical and sartorially daring? You know Sappho just destroyed ladyhearts of ancient Greece. Basically the Shane of Greece.
"Shane of Greece" needs to become someone's username stat. (Not me, I'm not the Shane of anything, I have no game.)
Again, not that I'm the lexicon keeper but that is being put in the lexicon along with "Dropped the cod".
I'm trying to popularize the phrase "flaming twatwaffle", which I happened to see on a local politician's Facebook page (as a description of Ted Cruz).
Hijacking the thread to say, (speaking of cool user names) here's to the guys and gals that like to fly.
At your service.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jsrBIGpXK-8
" 'cross the wide Missouri" http://www.jaynagyphoto.com/Shenandoah.mp3
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omgomgomgomgomg YES this explains so much
absolutely 100% my favorite art history post
I don't know which is my favorite, the one where she's kissing her lyre ("YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE WHO UNDERSTANDS ME") or the last one.
Just kidding, it's the last one. Definitely the last one.
That last one is doing things to me.
I'm pretty sure the last one was the inspiration for PJ Harvey's last few albums.
Assuming she's secretly listening to Tegan & Sara in all of these paintings.
Paramore, maybe? I could also see Paramore.
There are some Sleater-Kinney circa "Call the Doctor" faces in there. I'm just saying.
She is so clearly listening to PJ Harvey.
1. For some reason all of this reminds me of my high school bff's love of My Chemical Romance.
2. I went to a very conservative high school that was liberal arts/classics themed, and there were so many people – teachers, even! – who kept trying to say that, like, ancient Greeks weren't, like GAY gay, or gay like we THINK of gay, and Sappho wasn't necessarily gay and they just… blah blah something social custom. Which, WHAT EVEN? Meanwhile, an unusual percentage of people from my high school came out in college and idk what the lesson is from this… maybe just admit that the Greeks were queer as hell because you aren't fooling teenagers? And when ancient writers talked about a desire to bone people of the same sex, it's probably because they wanted to bone people of the same sex?
IDK I HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS. *Blasts Tegan and Sara circa 2004, logs back into LiveJournal*
Re #2: a high school teacher of mine once tried to convince our class that Sappho's poem 31 , the one that starts "He seems to me the equal of the gods…," was about Sappho being jealous not of the man who gets to sit next to the woman she loves, but of the woman, because Sappho was really interested in the man. And even at age 14, I was like "what the hell? That's not what it says!" (Only not out loud, because I wasn't exactly confident at that age.)
Yeah, that is…not what that poem is saying.
Occasionally there'll be an article saying "New papyrus found!" and occasionally it'll continue "And it's Sappho!" and then it'll continue "And it's STILL not the missing ending to 'Like the very gods in my sight is he…'!" and I'll be bummed.
"But all must be endured, for…"
For WHAT, Sappho? For WHAT? Professional torch-holders need to know!
Yeah, cos Catullus *totally* adapted that poem to describe his feelings for his mistress because of the poem's passion for a MAN. Clearly.
I FEEL SO OLD *sings Closer To Fine and downloads the ICQ "uh oh" for her ringtone*
I had the opposite problem–I used to teach classics, and I had the worst time trying to get students to talk about anything–anything!–to do with sexuality. Especially when I brought in Sappho.
Fragment 94 talks about releasing desire on soft blankets, I mean, seriously, that is not some kind of euphemism for playing backgammon.
You reminded me of a formative moment in high school. I was in English Lit, we were doing A Midsummer Night's Dream, and this kid was really struggling to understand why Titania and Oberon were fighting. Our English teacher, who was awesome and really fit all the stereotypes, finally took off her glasses, shoved them into her bun on top of her head, and said "it was a bisexual culture, they were fighting over an attractive young man". And I think we all gasped and died of collective embarrassment. But it made a big impact on baby queer, not yet aware I was bi, me.
Which is long way of saying, some of your students probably still remember that Sappho poem.
My formative sex-stuff-in-school moment is when the choir had to sing "Come Again" by John Dowland. The song was all about coming again and dying. We then figured out what "dying" meant, and the song took on an entirely new life.
Knowing what "dying" meant in Elizabethan England makes Shakespeare a lot more fun.
OH.
"I will live in thy heart, and die in thy lap."
WELL then, Benedick.
(I played Beatrice in a recent online reading of Much Ado and every time I said Benedick I made sure to emphasize the 'dick'.)
My mom was an English teacher so I was very familiar with a lot of stuff before learning it in the classroom. In Grade 10 we did Taming Of The Shrew and the teacher did not explain any of the sex jokes. Everyone thought it was so boring and I was so frustrated, I wanted to jump up and yell "WITH MY TONGUE IN YOUR TAIL, people, HOW DO YOU EVEN NOT GET THAT?"
I suppose I get why some teachers would be uncomfortable talking about the sexual references in Shakespeare, but honestly, the only reason I read Hamlet was for the dirty jokes, so I'm glad my teacher pointed (some of) them out.
I mean, part of the issue with my high school experience is that a lot of the parents on the board belonged to a legal organization that does constitutional "family values" stuff- literally, these are the people who drafted the model RFRA's going around now.
Their kids were in my classes and hot button gay rights issues were very much on everyone's minds at that time, so sexuality stuff got brought up a lot. If anything, the supposedly "conservative" classics education made the kids a LOT more tolerant, because they saw that there were, like, brilliant queer people who created Western Lit. All in all they turned out to be a pretty moderate and tolerant bunch once they got away from their parents.
My favorite Internet community uses "playing backgammon" as its all purpose sex euphemism.
Wait, WE'RE not your favorite internet community? *sniff*
Just today my co-worker was talking about the time he and some girl "played backgammon all night." I just raised my eyebrows and said, "All-night backgammon sesh, niiiice." What up, collective unconscious?
I mean, I think it's worth examining the idea that sexual identity was so differently constructed Back in the Day that trying to fit the Ancients into our current categories is somewhat ridiculous, but Sappho was totally doing it with loads of ladies. And then writing awesome poetry about how she was totally doing it with loads of ladies.
Oh, totally agreeing that sexual identity was constructed differently! But, I also had teachers who tried to spin it somehow that Socrates was, like, secretly straight and disapproved of gay stuff. I legit questioned whether we had read the same Symposium.
Homophobes should just not be allowed to teach Classics….or anything else, really, but especially Classics.
There's, like, a legit movement among orthodox Catholic classicists* to minimize or deny Socrates being queer, and it's super weird. Seriously, the stuff you find when you google "socrates gay" is fascinating. http://pblosser.blogspot.com/2004/06/were-socrate …
*A lot of my teachers were grads of conservative Catholic liberal arts schools.
I mean, it's not like it's ambiguous in other dialogues that Socrates is constantly hitting on every hot young thing, but for the willfully blind there is the Charmides!
"And when, on Critias telling him that it was I who knew the cure, he gave me such a look with his eyes as passes description, and was just about to plunge into a question, and when all the people in the wrestling-school surged round about us on every side—then, ah then, my noble friend, I saw inside his cloak and caught fire, and could possess myself no longer; and I thought none was so wise in love-matters as Cydias, who in speaking of a beautiful boy recommends someone to “beware of coming as a fawn before the lion, and being seized as his portion of flesh”; for I too felt I had fallen a prey to some such creature."
Should you see this, where did you go to school? I'm interested in teaching classics at the high school level, but want to avoid the Hillsdale offshoots and other nests of crazies.
Hahahahahaha a biiiiig chunk of teachers at my school had Hillsdale connections, so I'm glad to see we're on the same page! I don't want to dox myself, but my school was part of a group of classical academies in Arizona. Google around and you'll likely find the group of schools – though, for all the weirdos, like 70% of the teachers were AMAZING. Admin and board were… well, something else sometimes.
And FWIW, actually most of the classics teachers were very fair-minded about this stuff, even if their personal religious views were very conservative. It was other, typically humanities teachers, who were running some… interesting feats of logic. (Though in fairness to them, I guess in Plato's Laws and Xenophon Socrates has some negative things to say about gay sex… though, especially in the Laws, there's a major departure from basically everything Plato had written earlier, and some major asceticism, so, still not a great argument.)
SJC alum, so I know 10000% of the people you're talking about. Glad to hear that the charter-schools-that-will-not-be-named had points of light among the darkness (or dimness, at least). Still holding out for that classical high school without a queasy-making social agenda–though I could come around to the idea of being an inside agent, slipping students contraband queer lit that they can conceal inside of their Thucydides.
SJC alum = so I see my alma mater has probably tried to hire you, haha. Idk, it's a great place to teach, 70% of your colleagues will be fabulous. But admin and board will be… well.
I always think of that scene in E.M. Forster's Maurice where they're at university translating Plato's Phaedrus and the professor says "Omit the reference to the unspeakable vice of the Greeks." Maybe if you don't want the undergraduates learning about the unspeakable vice of the Greeks, don't give them a classical education…
I wish I could pull off number one Sappho's outfit. Don't be so down, you have an awesome shawl waist wrap thing.
It may not be authentic morose Sappho, but I'll be damned if that isn't a fabulous outfit.
It looks so comfy, somehow.
I want everything in that painting- the view, the dress, the scarf and a bench made of stilton.
I was thinking the exact same thing. No wonder she's so much more cheerful than the rest, she's wearing the best dress-and-waist-shawl-combo in the whole of Greece and she's sitting on a leopard-skin and it's a beautiful day. There is the ghost of melancholy in her eyes like she briefly thought of something sad but then remembered what she was wearing and what she was sitting on and felt better.
One of my dissertation committee members wrote an academic book about Sappho, and the last of these images appeared on the cover. I still have a copy of it, and now I'm going to think "EMILY THE STRANGE" every time I see it on the bookshelf.
Black Cloak, Dead Eyes, Can't Lose
Oh MAN the last one is so familiar. Basically all of 10th grade, with less tits-out-ness.
I am a huge fan of d'Epinay's colossal statue of Sappho at the Met. There aren't many photos online that do it justice, but her expression is basically the intersection on a Venn diagram of "Jealous / Angry / Turned On". Lyre in one hand, right breast clutched in the other, toes straining against sandals in rage / lust, and she is NOT ALL RIGHT.
Here are some bad photos that I found through Google. Seriously, even the Met's own site doesn't seem to have her online, and she's right in the big sculpture gallery next to Rodin's Bourgeois de Calais. I dunno, she's absolutely tremendous.
http://pb-i4.s3.amazonaws.com/photos/36200-121778 … https://c2.staticflickr.com/4/3778/13272811725_d0 …
I have never seen that statue before and thank you for sharing it because it is now one of my favorite statues ever.
That statue is fantastic and my second favorite thing in the Met; I always try to visit her whenever I'm there.
You and me both; she is one of my three favorite things there. Did you know that she has several lines of Poem 31 on the back of her seat, there (in French, of course)? Go around back next time you're there, because it's like "yep, that's the context I expected."
Off-topic, here is the second of my favorite three things at the Met : http://www.metmuseum.org/toah/works-of-art/26.7.1 …
Astonishing : beautiful despite being broken, beautiful because it's broken –either way, it kills me every time. Sister Wendy apparently feels the same on that one, so I guess I'm in good company.
I did not! I'll have to take a look next time I'm at the Met. Hooray for museum secrets!
And that's an absolutely lovely second favorite thing–my three are very Euro-centric, which is terrible (the Gubbio studiolo, the Sappho statue, and the portrait of the Lavoisiers); I should branch out.
That is breathtaking.. Both of them, really. I'm always so blown away by ancient artists! The sculptures always look like they're alive.
Wow. Wow wow wow.
That is astonishingly lovely. Thank you for making my day.
That made me realize where my solar plexus is because that's where I was punched when I saw this. Wow.
That pose is basically me whenever I'm hanging out alone looking at my phone. I was in this pose while I was reading this and as I looked at the picture.
Welp. I now feel rather vindicated. Now I can at least tell people there's a precedent the next time I'm clutching my boob in a fit of moodiness.
Just how big is she??
The d'Epinay Sappho is more than double lifesize, I think. She is definitely not a tasteful little figure you put in the corner of your drawing room; even in the Met's big sculpture hall, it's a bit uncomfortable to get too close to her.
god the angst and tension in that statue, I'm feeling physically ansty.
Quick plug for "If not, winter : fragments of Sappho" translated by Anne Carson.
The translator left gaps on the page where the bits of the poetry are missing.
OMG LET ME GEEK OUT ABOUT HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS TEXT
I heard Anne Carson do a reading from 'If Not, Winter" once! She actually said "square bracket" where there was a square bracket, and so on, treating the gaps as part of the poetry. It's really fascinating–the square bracket as a convention in papyrology usually means there is a literal hole/inkblot/worn patch in the page in the middle of the word. She is enacting the hole, telling us where it is, letting us fill it in.
I get so excited about this translation because the story of reading Sappho is a story of love and beauty and loss. We have so little. Every fragment is rare and precious. The loss is part of the beauty.
I worked on a papyrus in grad school that had a list of first lines of Greek poems in there. Every one an evocative little treasure. We can't attribute authorship in most cases, but there's got to be some Sappho in there. Can you see a line like "And then, springtime" and not want to hear the rest of the poem? I can't.
ANNE CARSON IS MY HERO
"Eros the Bittersweet" changed my life.
I took a class in college called Gender and Sexuality in Ancient Greek literature (yes it was amazing and perhaps the pinnacle of my academic career, so much so that I TAed it AND ALSO came back the semester after I graduated to give a guest lecture on transgender narratives in Metamorphoses, BUT I DIGRESS), and one of our texts was If Not, Winter. IT CHANGED MY GODDAMN LIFE.
I love love love love LOVE LOVE GAH ARGH feck LURVE 'If not, winter'
DO YOU HEAR ME
I became temporarily not-heartbroken by lacunae when I discovered it and srsly for me that is a big, big thing.
http://grooveshark.com/s/Girl+Trouble/2Nc0Rg?src= …
I'd just like to point out that in #1, the statue at the left end of her bench is a herm, which is a post with a head of Hermes on it and, as a general rule, a big erect phallus sticking out of the post at groin height. But there is no phallus here. What is the painter trying to say?
Based on the artist's Wikipedia page, that bench seems to be in someone's Victorian era garden – he set a couple paintings there. He also left an A+ suicide note.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_William_Godward
I just skimmed it. Does it say who his model is?
Wow, he loved him some pink flowing dresses with scarves around the hips…
My headcanon for the first one is that she got her period unexpectedly but the only scarf available was WHITE, dammit, which didn't help much, so she sat down on the leopard skin and is all LA DI DA NOTHING IS WRONG WHY WOULD YOU THINK THAT NO I DON'T WANT COFFEE YOU GUYS JUST GO AHEAD I HAVE SOME POETRY TO THINK ABOUT.
The last one = GOALS.
Others may quibble, but in my opinion Sappho's most evocative work is the bittersweet "If Persephone Queen of the Underworld Were Your Girlfriend."
Write it!!
"Oh my GOD, look at how sad and gross she is, trying to sullenly make out with a girl who can’t even make eye contact with her? WELCOME TO MY ELEVENTH GRADE YEAR, SAPPHO."
Too real, Mallory…..too real.
If anyone ever invents a time machine please make sure to go back and save all Sappho's poems, K?
If anyone ever invents a time machine please make sure to bring her back to our time, k?
Oh god, that would make an awesome movie.
Thelma and Louise's Excellent Adventure
In classics grad school I encountered a game/thought experiment/interview question called the Magic Rat. You are in an old library. The Magic Rat scampers out from a dark corner somewhere and gives you to understand that you can bring back one lost work from antiquity, on the condition that you are willing to sacrifice one that has survived in the manuscript tradition into our time. What do you save, and what do you give up?
I always, always said I would trade all of Tacitus ("Let's subjugate all the barbarians in between squicky political shenanigans, hooray!") for all of Sappho. Still would. Sorry not sorry, Tacitus.
Ill have to keep Tacitus, sorry (Too much useful and reasonably reliable info on the early imperial period to lose! Also, can I grab his missing book on the reign of Caligula while I'm back there?). I will happily sacrifice Plautus' lame 'comedies', however, or one of those impenetrable neo-Platonic/sorta-Gnostic treatises of later antiquity.
So when the Magic Rat comes to you, you can trade all the weird Neoplatonic crap for the lost histories of Tacitus. ;)
You can star in the movie since you apparently know ancient Greek.
Is it coincidence that Sappho was the subject of last week's In Our Time , or was this a coordinated effort with the BBC? (Recommended, BTW if, like me, you weren't up to speed on everything Sappho.)
Fuck yeah In Our Time :D
Random bit of classical knowledge: even the ancients (or at least, the one ancient who compiled the anthology of Greek Lyric) acknowledged that the Phaon story was either a myth or referred to a different woman named Sappho.
Also, it's totally legit to put a P at the beginning of her name: Psappho.
Like Pterry…
Also, Psmith ("as in pshrimp").
I just wanna brag about living in Manchester where I can go visit the GIGANTIC original of the last one any time I please. Even better, she's lurking in the corner of a huge room full of Pre-Raphaelite babes, and she's just glaring morosely at them as they try to drown knights at such. She's the best. Along with the huge Viking funeral.
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Where is it?? I happen to be visiting Manchester this weekend, could do with some morose-angry lesbian poet paintings.
Whoo! Excellent timing! She's at Manchester Art Gallery, which is a short walk in a straight line from Piccadilly Gardens bus station and is just round the corner from St Peters Square in front of the Central Library. There's a massive Pre-Raphaelite room (though no Rossetti wombats!), so you should also reread the post about Two Monks Invent the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood, cuz lots of those paintings are there :)
WHAT, really? I only moved away from Manchester a year ago and I had no idea.
I DEFINITELY have to go. & reread that post. But seriously, why did no-one tell me Rossetti was into wombats?? They are my favourite of the animals of my native land. They just give no fucks at all. <3
Seriously, I went to Kelmscott Manor and read all the information sheets diligently, and then went to the Portrait Gallery's exhibit of Morris's work (because I have a lot of FEELINGS about Morris & the Arts & Crafts movement) and was told about Rossetti & Jane's affair, but NO-ONE MENTIONED WOMBATS. I feel obscurely betrayed.
I now know there is a book called "Rossetti's Wombat" and I need it.
IT'S SUCH A GOOD BOOK. I bought it last week, and it's so cosy and brilliant. The author's clearly having so much fun, and of course he is, because he's found an amazing topic. Give it yourself as a wonderful present.
Have you ever met a wombat? Ever since I heard about Tonka the wombat who was depressed because he wasn't getting enough hugs, it's become one of my life goals.
Also, if you'd like to have a brew at the gallery and/or a gallery buddy, I'm about this weekend :)
Dude, that would be awesomesauce! I don't know if it's possible due to the fact that I'm in town for my friend's hen do, and I'm not sure of our schedules because *handwave* reasons. Maybe on Sunday, though? I can check what's on when I see her. How do we arrange via a public thread? Do I say that I'll be there at X o'clock wearing a white begonia and carrying a copy of The Times? I mean, spending my teenage years reading Robert Ludlum and Ian Fleming had to have prepared me for something, right?
I haven't *met* a wombat per se. Seen them in a few zoos, and patted one at a wildlife-themed petting zoo a couple of years ago. I wish I could have wombat hugs. I bet they're the best at stoically enjoying the shit out of any hugs that come their way.
-Danika, because I'm pretty sure my iPad is refusing to log me in.
1pm on the Gallery steps Sunday. I'll be wearing a bright pink t shirt with a wombat on it :D
Still up for galley buddy/brewskis? My Sunday is free, so I was going to propose 1pm.
I am going to Manchester next month! That will be on my list.
The ceiling of the Oxford Union library was painted by William Morris, originally with lots of animals and then repainted with a completely different design 18 years later. Apparently there is still a wombat left somewhere.
It was TOTALLY GREAT. Thanks, Mallory/The Toast for causing me to spend my Sunday looking at Sappho watch some nymphs drown some dude (that final painting is hung directly opposite the Waterhouse painting with the nymphs, for clarity's sake. If there was a painting featuring Sappho plus murderous nymphs I would probably paper my house with it).
Is the Oxford Union library open to the public? If so, I know what I'll be doing the afternoon of May Day. Wombats + Morris = my secret weakness.
OK, Clearly you lot are ladies of the british type. Which I am too! So could we perhaps arrange some kind of central london/liverpool toastie meeting? because seriously, I need to meet y'all.
That final picture = my new orientation.
As opposed to "portrait"?
That's some joke, eh, boss??
Sorry, my Chico Marx comes out sometimes.
Puzzled by the leftmost guy in the 2nd painting. He appears to be holding a cheese grater. That's not a prominent Classical implement, I think it was first mentioned by Jesus in the Sermon of the Mount*…
(*Or of the Plain, depending on which Gospel you read, of course.)
The 'staring sullenly at a cute girl' and 'running away from emotions' Sapphos are like looking in a mirror.
Puzzled by the leftmost guy in the 2nd painting. He appears to be holding a cheese grater. That's not a prominent Classical implement, I think it was first mentioned by Jesus in the Sermon of the Mount*…
(* Or of the Plain, depending on which Gospel you read, of course.)
Mentioned by Jesus just after saying, "Blessed are the cheesemakers?"
The *cheesegraters*. And all implements for dairy products.
Look, the meek have had a hell of a time. Don't worry about it. http://grooveshark.com/s/The+Cheese+Alarm/2QHmnN ?…
There's always the mysterious 'lion on a cheese grater sex position mentioned in Aristophanes' Lysistrata, 400+ yrs before the gospels, and still a head-scratcher….
It's doggy style, dude.
I thought he was texting with his left hand.
I was so bummed that THIS pic wasn't featured: http://art.thewalters.org/detail/10245/sappho-and …
because it is the MOODIEST and she's mackin' on a bunch of adoring chicks and then I actually read up and zoomed in and the one with the lyre is ALCAEUS and SAPPHO is swooning. Everything I've ever thought was a lie. I say we reappropriate the mustache and include this as canon.
Nonsense, we all know that no man can handle a lyre without being scorched
Are you kidding, not a single one of those women is swooning. One looks like she's falling asleep, one is trying to be polite, two are judging hard and one is just staring at the fourth wall begging for release.
Aren't you forgetting the one where she happily had her face in another woman's crotch? I think it was by Titian.
Or was that just in my head?
Mengin's Sappho, the last one in the list, is featured in John Fowles' novel, "The French Lieutenant's Woman." See my article, "Sarah and Sapho: Lesbian Reference in The French Lieutenant's Woman," Mosaic, March 2000.
The last one makes me want to watch a movie about Sappho starring Eva Green.
I would watch that always.
Second Sappho looks like Jennifer Lawrence.
Finishing school…?
My headcanon for the first one is that she got her period unexpectedly but the only scarf available was WHITE, dammit, which didn't help much, so she sat down on the leopard skin and is all LA DI DA NOTHING IS WRONG WHY WOULD YOU THINK THAT NO I DON'T WANT COFFEE YOU GUYS JUST GO AHEAD I HAVE SOME POETRY TO THINK ABOUT.
I was having a horrible evening and these have cheered me up no end. Thank You! ^-^
Everything about this is perfect. I no longer care if I get around to reading Proust, this post has it all.