Since I don’t have time for a thousand words…

This gorgeous and moody piece illustrates a chunk of my backlist.  Two guesses which one.



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Brian
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Brian
14 years ago

Cross on the temple. Not really sure why, but I can only assume it’s Sarasti. Unless it’s from one of the few short stories I’ve missed.

Seruko
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14 years ago

Makes me think of the narrator from “Repeating the Past.”

malakh
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14 years ago

Keep trying.

James
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James
14 years ago

Is it from “A Word for Heathens”?

Chris J.
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Chris J.
14 years ago

After Sarasti’s meds get switched and he dies?

malakh
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14 years ago

We have a winner – James.

Polish translation of “A Word for Heathens” will be published on http://www.polter.pl on Saturday.

James
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James
14 years ago

I’d never had gotten it if I hadn’t spotted the cross-shape on his temple. 🙂

Chris J.
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Chris J.
14 years ago

“I’d never had gotten it if I hadn’t spotted the cross-shape on his temple. :)”

Oh crap, I didn’t even notice that. Good catch!

Very nice painting, too. I like it a lot!

Brent
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14 years ago

Good story.

You’re not messing with my faith though, Watts; I’ve been huffing magnet-dust just this morning.

Brent

Seruko
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14 years ago

HahA! The author is dead. I maintain that ‘Makes me think of the narrator from “Repeating the Past.”’

keanani
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14 years ago

Peter thought: “I didn’t think anyone had even read that story…”

I did. Last year. When I first came on. That was one of the first on your backlist page that caught my eye…heathens and all… 🙂

Urban Coybow
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14 years ago

Speaking of old stories… not killer whale war, but a dolphin war!

malakh
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keanani
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14 years ago

Rereading “a word for heathens”, last night, (the word “Praetor” morphed into “Peter”) as the heathens and pagans of the pre-Christian British Isles experienced, those were the “Burning Times”…

The matter of heathens, fiery faith, frightfully fried humans, and residence in temporal lobes, this “god” of the mind for some reason seems to be possessed of “maleness”.

Christianity and heathens/pagans/savages go together like peanut butter and jelly.

Wherever Christians went, there were heathens that were in need of conversion. For example, in 1819, the American Protestant Missionaries came on over to the Kingdom of Hawaii to help the Natives see the light. As well as making sure females wore big ole Mother Hubbard dresses over their naughty nakedness.

In “defense” of the American Christians, two things positive came out of their prothesyltizing ways. First, in 1820 they created a written form of the Hawaiian Language, and by 1860, Hawaiians were amongst the most literate people in the world at that time. Second, Queen Ka‘ahumanu defied the Kapu System, a strict, mean, religious code of the Hawaiian-Polynesian Culture.

The Kapu System allowed for human sacrifice, men and women couldn’t eat together, and death penalty condemnation for such transgressions as not prostrating one’s self in the presence of royalty,
or daring to allow the king’s shadow to fall upon your prostrated form.

For Pete’s sake, women couldn’t even eat bananas!

What is the point of my typed words? It took a “woman” to put a stop to the nonsense of a male created religious code. It probably helped that Queen Ka‘ahumanu was the favorite wife of Kamehmeha I, that, and the fact that she was tall and beloved by her people.

A female.

Just like two of my ancestors who stood up to the male dominated religious view, one was banished (Anne Marbury Hutchinson, an American Jezebel), the other hung (Mary Barrett Dyer, Quaker Martyr, sometimes mistakenly identified as the daughter of Lady Arabella Stuart). Time and again I see
women getting fed up with the religiosity of the maleness.

God may reside in the temporal lobes, but I am coming to the conclusion that this religiosy nature resides somewhere on that Y-chromosome. Women are usually on the short end of the stick when it comes to religious codes, laws and constricting conduct. Men are the ones with the stick. Men are
men because they got that Y-chromosome.

This religiousy-gene is perhaps dormant and is switched on when the temporal lobe is tickled, thereby releasing the god of the maleness.

Anonymous
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Anonymous
14 years ago

Y chromosomes aren’t shared in the gene pool. That’s all.
(please correct me if I’m wrong)

Anonymous
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Anonymous
14 years ago

Oh, sorry. What I really mean was that Y chromosomes never do this homological recombination schtick that all the other chromosomes do. Wiki says I was partly wrong [1], they do cross over, but only a tiny part. The citation linked from that section in the wiki article [2] seems like an impenetrable wall of text, but very interesting one.

I have a feeling that being complete schmucks is somehow linked with how Y chromosomes are somewhat like the genomes of rotifers. They can only be passed down through cloning and never recombinate with fellow chromosomes, which are now actually their adversaries.

[1] http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Y_chromosome#Recombination_inhibition
[2] http://www.sciencedirect.com/science?_ob=ArticleURL&_udi=B6WSN-4JF8PW0-C&_user=10&_coverDate=03%2F10%2F2006&_rdoc=1&_fmt=high&_orig=search&_sort=d&_docanchor=&view=c&_acct=C000050221&_version=1&_urlVersion=0&_userid=10&md5=ad8d7a9400c42b5115dfc7ed46617fe0

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