Don't say "There aint no Maat": drawing by Ed Sanders, 17 April 2017
Minnie Pearl
described driving
to a show with Hank Williams
& the car was singing
“I Saw the Light”
till Hank asked them to stop,
“cause there ain’t no light”
& this morning
I read Joanne Kyger’s poem:
“Don’t worry you’ll never be happy thank god,
lulled into that fake state of contentment
when we all know it’s a war
against those believers in evil
Every time I sit out here alone
I start to whine about reality”
July 18, 2003
—from The Distressed Look 2004
4-7-17
Thanks to Tom and Angelica Clark
for reprinting Joanne’s poem in their daily report
Weighing of the heart scene, with Ammit sitting: page from the Book of the Dead of Hunefer: unknown Theban artisan, 19th Dynasty, c. 1300 BCE.: image by Jon Bodsworth, 8 December 2007 (British Museum)
Poet and Egyptologist Ed Sanders has devoted his life to the scribal calling. It is not hard to divine the source of his interest in the goddess Ma'at. Ma'at represents justice. For as long as I have known him, Ed has been singular among the poets in his activity as a justice warrior.
A papyrus from the Book of the Dead in the Egyptian Archive of the British Museum tells the story of the scribe Hunefer in the waiting room of the afterlife: of how his fate hangs in the balance as his heart is weighed against a feather upon the scales of Ma'at, the scales of eternal justice, by the jackal-headed god Anubis.
Hunefer's heart resides, during this transitional period of judgment, inside the small pot on the scale tray to the left, in the illustration above; on the scale tray to the right, we see the feather of Ma'at, or Rectitude. The emotional, intellectual and moral history of Hunefer has been distilled into the contents of the pot. There is no longer any chance of bargaining, negotiating or doing a deal. The finite game of mortal life, with all its little white lies perpetrated in the desperate attempt to keep the game going, is now over for the scribe; the game of infinity, with its very different set of rules, has begun.
Anubis leads Hunefer by the hand into the zone of judgment, and oversees the weighing; the drama is all in the moment for Hunefer, as Ammit the Devourer, also known as the Bone-Eater, not a goddess but more like a terminal custodian of justice, her features a composite of those creatures most feared, the dog, the crocodile, the hippopotamus, crouches beneath the scales, ready to scarf up the heart of Hunefer should the faintest trace of wickedness, a blemish greater than a feather's weight, be found.
As this supreme test takes place, ibis-headed Thoth, clerk of the gods, waits to record the result in the eternal annals.
In the next panel the scribe, should he pass the test, is to be presented by the hawk-god god Horus to the shrine of his father Osiris, the green-skinned god of the dead, and of the latter's divine sisters Isis and Nephthys.
Above the scene, in precise order of rank, sit in judgment the fourteen presiding gods of Egypt; each of the first seven of whom holds an ankh, the loop-headed cross, trilateral hieroglyphic character of eternal life.
The moment is pregnant with meaning. If Hunefer fails the test, his remains will be swallowed up by the chimerical Ammit and he will be denied entry to the afterlife. He will be consigned to nonexistence for eternity.
Hank Williams performing at a concert, 1951: publicity photo, 1952, image by GDuwen, 21 October 2011
Everybody Wants To Be Famous [Hank Williams 1923-1953, Country Music Hall of Fame, Nashville]: photo by Thomas Hawk, 7 March 2010
Hank Williams poster: photo by "MO", 21 January 2017
Hank Williams and the Drifting Cowboys on WSM [Nashville]: image via bunky's pickle, 29 January 2009
Minnie Pearl [Sarah Ophelia Colley Cannon, 1912-1996] performs at Knott's Berry Farm, Buena Park, California: photographer unknown, n.d., photo via Knott's Berry Farm Collection, Orange County Archives, 8 February 2011
Minnie Pearl's Hat [with pricetag reading $1.98]: photo by National Museum of American History, Smithsonian Institution, 25 September 2013
Minnie Pearl: photo by tomo4president, 4 March 2017
La déesse Maat. Présentation de la déesse Maât sous les traits anthropomorphe d'une femme habillée d'une robe moulante blanche, d'une série de colliers entourant son cou et d'une plume d'autruche maintenue par un bandeau sur sa tête.: image by le livre des morts, 2 March 2013
Maat: image via nicaD., 4 February 2014
Maat: image via nicaD., 4 February 2014
Maat: image via nicaD., 4 February 2014
MAAT. Collage3er.: image via Brakis | Altwan, 28 August 2010
Maat. A decoration from a furniture piece. Goddess Maat. Late Period. Louvre Museum.: image via Heidi Kontkanen, 2 February 2013
Maat, diosa de la justicia: image via Mona Mala, 5 March 2009
Weighing of the heart scene, with Ammit sitting: page from the Book of the Dead of Hunefer: unknown Theban artisan, 19th Dynasty, c. 1300 BCE.: image by Jon Bodsworth, 8 December 2007 (British Museum)
A papyrus from the Book of the Dead in the Egyptian Archive of the British Museum tells the story of the scribe Hunefer in the waiting room of the afterlife: of how his fate hangs in the balance as his heart is weighed against a feather upon the scales of Ma'at, the scales of eternal justice, by the jackal-headed god Anubis.
Hunefer's heart resides, during this transitional period of judgment, inside the small pot on the scale tray to the left, in the illustration above; on the scale tray to the right, we see the feather of Ma'at, or Rectitude. The emotional, intellectual and moral history of Hunefer has been distilled into the contents of the pot. There is no longer any chance of bargaining, negotiating or doing a deal. The finite game of mortal life, with all its little white lies perpetrated in the desperate attempt to keep the game going, is now over for the scribe; the game of infinity, with its very different set of rules, has begun.
Anubis leads Hunefer by the hand into the zone of judgment, and oversees the weighing; the drama is all in the moment for Hunefer, as Ammit the Devourer, also known as the Bone-Eater, not a goddess but more like a terminal custodian of justice, her features a composite of those creatures most feared, the dog, the crocodile, the hippopotamus, crouches beneath the scales, ready to scarf up the heart of Hunefer should the faintest trace of wickedness, a blemish greater than a feather's weight, be found.
As this supreme test takes place, ibis-headed Thoth, clerk of the gods, waits to record the result in the eternal annals.
In the next panel the scribe, should he pass the test, is to be presented by the hawk-god god Horus to the shrine of his father Osiris, the green-skinned god of the dead, and of the latter's divine sisters Isis and Nephthys.
Above the scene, in precise order of rank, sit in judgment the fourteen presiding gods of Egypt; each of the first seven of whom holds an ankh, the loop-headed cross, trilateral hieroglyphic character of eternal life.
The moment is pregnant with meaning. If Hunefer fails the test, his remains will be swallowed up by the chimerical Ammit and he will be denied entry to the afterlife. He will be consigned to nonexistence for eternity.
Hank Williams performing at a concert, 1951: publicity photo, 1952, image by GDuwen, 21 October 2011
Everybody Wants To Be Famous [Hank Williams 1923-1953, Country Music Hall of Fame, Nashville]: photo by Thomas Hawk, 7 March 2010
Hank Williams poster: photo by "MO", 21 January 2017
Hank Williams and the Drifting Cowboys on WSM [Nashville]: image via bunky's pickle, 29 January 2009
Minnie Pearl [Sarah Ophelia Colley Cannon, 1912-1996] performs at Knott's Berry Farm, Buena Park, California: photographer unknown, n.d., photo via Knott's Berry Farm Collection, Orange County Archives, 8 February 2011
Minnie Pearl's Hat [with pricetag reading $1.98]: photo by National Museum of American History, Smithsonian Institution, 25 September 2013
Minnie Pearl:
publicity photo for appearance at Civic Opera House, Chicago, 1965;
photo by Denny-Moeller Talent, Inc.,; image via We, 23 September 2012
Minnie Pearl: photo by tomo4president, 4 March 2017
La déesse Maat. Présentation de la déesse Maât sous les traits anthropomorphe d'une femme habillée d'une robe moulante blanche, d'une série de colliers entourant son cou et d'une plume d'autruche maintenue par un bandeau sur sa tête.: image by le livre des morts, 2 March 2013
Maat: image via nicaD., 4 February 2014
Maat: image via nicaD., 4 February 2014
Maat: image via nicaD., 4 February 2014
MAAT. Collage3er.: image via Brakis | Altwan, 28 August 2010
Maat. A decoration from a furniture piece. Goddess Maat. Late Period. Louvre Museum.: image via Heidi Kontkanen, 2 February 2013
Maat, diosa de la justicia: image via Mona Mala, 5 March 2009
Maat. From the southern chapel at the Temple of Deir al Medina, dedicated to Arun-Sokar-Osiris: image via Heidi Kontkanen, 8 April 2011
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9 comments:
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Great post, Tom. I love the poem within the poem, and why not? It all bears repeating. Had forgotten Minnie Pearl's hat is right here in DC. I will have to visit it & say hello. A footnote: until about 10 years ago, I thought that Hank Williams wrote "Lovesick Blues." But Doug Lang turned me on to Emmit Miller's much earlier version: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=otNICva63mQ. But my all-time favorite cover is Little Richard's: https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=lovesick+blues+little+richard.
Tom,
Even the most die-hard Tigers fan must agree Ed Brinkman's beloved moniker too belongs to the justice warrior-in-chief, Steady Eddie Sanders. (He also hits for higher OBP and power#s.)
ra, ra,
k
Kent, you'll remember this one, from your Bakersfield days.
Buck Owens: I've Got a Tiger by the Tail
And thanks Terry, terrific!
Alongside Hank, Ed Sanders, essential American legacy.
Fugs on Swedish TV (Folk Legends), 1966 part 2
Ed Sanders and the Fugs: Crystal Liaison, live NYC 1968 -- "In the great bowling alley of your mind/I'm the pinboy"
Also... while at work on the post, below the neverending traffic-and-ambient development-construction roar, hearing in head this very Maat-ilke song. the impartiality... The Ronstadt cover, esp.
It Doesn't Matter Anymore (Paul Anka): Buddy Holly cover, 1958 / Linda Ronstadt cover, Fox Theater, Atlanta, 1 December 1977
Always loved LR's covers of classic r&r, often, as with It Doesn't Matter Any More, even better than the originals. Also very Maat-like, to me (!), this one.
Linda Ronstadt: It's So Easy (Buddy Holly cover), live 1977
In the winter months early 67 I was living at 14th & B, Ed & Miriam around the corner at 10th & A. Ed & Fugs had a steady gig on Bleecker in the W Village.
Song on the air waves at the time:
Linda Ronstadt / Stone Poneys: Different Drum (live), 1967
It's forgot that she was such a great singer before the Parkinsons.
Tom,
No ear without a fertile mind will forget her beautiful voice. Let's see, just how many American guys like me heard "Different Drum" and wished...k
ps - My Detroiter best friend worked with her & Peter Asher on an ad campaign (and the song he wrote for it) for Mexican travel. He couldn't say enough great things about her personally and professionally.
At her peak she challenged herself by attacking some seemingly unconquerable classics and in many/most cases crushed them in the palm of her hand.
Doris Troy: Just One Look (1963)
Linda Ronstadt: Just One Look (live, 1978)
Linda R. was so extraordinary, that combination of overwhelming talent and beauty is hard to match. I'm still stuck on "It Really Doesn't Matter Any More."
Terry, yes, that is the great one, isn't it. The song seems to be made for her, born with her, as if it had been waiting for her to come along. She turns it into something like the expression of a philosophy of life. And why not.
She said in an interview four years ago, at age 67, that her voice had started going when she was 51:
...as I got older I got Parkinson’s disease, so I couldn’t sing at all. That’s what happened to me. I was singing at my best strength when I developed Parkinson’s. I think I’ve had it for quite a while.
You think you’ve had it longer than when you received the diagnosis?
I’m 67 now, so it may have started as early as 51.
Are you going by your singing or other—
By my singing. They have a new way of diagnosing Parkinson’s; it’s with an algorithm and they record your voice and compare it to an algorithm.
Did you read the A.A.R.P. piece on their Web site, referring to the piece they did on you, saying that there’s some kind of voice therapy?
There’s all kinds of stuff out there . . . but it’s nothing that can give you singing back. Singing is such a complex mechanism. You have to be able to do a whole lot of things at once that require repetitive movements of your vocal cords . . . I couldn’t do any of it [anymore]. I was onstage just yelling really, just shouting. And I can’t even do that now. If I try to put any pressure—I can’t project my voice very far. And my speaking voice is affected. I tried to do the audio version of my book, but I couldn’t do it. My voice didn’t have the strength, and I didn’t have enough range of expression.
(And too, she did her own arrangement of It Doesn't Matter, truly making it her own...)
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