My Great High-Roofed House
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My Great High-Roofed House traces, through Homers Penelope of The Odyssey,erasures of the mighty matriarchal pre-Mycenaean ages of ancient Greece by the rise ofthe patriarchal polis. It takes a Penelopean form, stitched from found text, woven ofoften long swaths of thought, pieced together, pulled apart, spun, frayed and fingered.Homers Penelope is the relic of an ancient bird goddess-a duck, in fact. First cousin toHelen of Troy and Clytemnestra, Penelope is a daughter of Sparta in marital exile on theisland of Ithaca as a young bride to Odysseus. Her warrior husband leaves for twentyyears; she spends that time among women, weaving and waiting. Their world, in hergreat, high-roofed house, is stuff of speculation. It is a female orb, almost as other asCalypsos or Circes, with 108 suitors in the megaron below demanding Penelopes hand.This situates The Odyssey as a harbinger of Menippean satire, and Penelopes gynaeceuma forerunner of Sapphos thiasos and other homosocial-conceivably homosexual--settings, female, and fantastic or non-fiction.Penelopes story is treated as a tale of early technology. The loom-room-sized, loominglarger than any island animal or man-made contraption of archaic times-was ofwomens design, engineering and artistry. Often ignored by history of technologytexts, weavings absence is due to its ubiquity; its machinery and products decay leavingno archeological evidence, except perhaps a mis-identifiable loom-weight of stone orbone. Penelopes prognosis as bipolar is suggested by her infamous weaving andunweaving trick, her mechanism for staving off suitors. Hers are the Wests oldestrecorded dream interpretations; their analyses are re-considered here. Paradigm,periphrasis, periphron, phenomenology, poesis, poludeukés and praxis unravel until allthat remains is a single mom, a cyborg with her device and a son named Telemachus ordistant machine. She winks, smiling as if to say, Wait, just let me finish tex
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