LUGH •
Lugh or Lug (Old Irish: [l̪ˠuɣˠ]; Modern Irish: Lú [l̪ˠuː]) is a figure in Irish mythology. A member of the Tuatha Dé Danann, a group of supernatural beings, Lugh is portrayed as a warrior, a king, a master craftsman and a savior. He is associated with skill and mastery in multiple disciplines, including the arts. Lugh also has associations with oaths, truth and the law, and therefore with rightful kingship. Lugh is linked with the harvest festival of Lughnasadh, which bears his name. His most common epithets are Lámfada [ˈl̪ˠaːw ad̪ˠə] ("long hand" or "long arm", possibly for his skill with a spear or his ability as a ruler) and Samildánach [ˈsˠawˠil d̪ˠaːnˠəxˠ] ("equally skilled in many arts").
#Ireland #Celtic
Lugh or Lug (Old Irish: [l̪ˠuɣˠ]; Modern Irish: Lú [l̪ˠuː]) is a figure in Irish mythology. A member of the Tuatha Dé Danann, a group of supernatural beings, Lugh is portrayed as a warrior, a king, a master craftsman and a savior. He is associated with skill and mastery in multiple disciplines, including the arts. Lugh also has associations with oaths, truth and the law, and therefore with rightful kingship. Lugh is linked with the harvest festival of Lughnasadh, which bears his name. His most common epithets are Lámfada [ˈl̪ˠaːw ad̪ˠə] ("long hand" or "long arm", possibly for his skill with a spear or his ability as a ruler) and Samildánach [ˈsˠawˠil d̪ˠaːnˠəxˠ] ("equally skilled in many arts").
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ESHU, GOD OF FATE
Eshu turns right into wrong, wrong into right.
When he is angry, he hits a stone until it bleeds.
When he is angry, he sits on the skin of an ant.
When he is angry, he weeps tears of blood.
Eshu slept in the house -
But the house was too small for him:
Eshu slept on the verandah -
But the verandah was too small for him:
Eshu slept in a nut -
At last he could stretch himself!
Eshu walked through the groundnut farm.
The tuft of his hair was just visible:
If it had not been for his huge size,
He would not be visible at all.
Lying down, his head hits the roof:
Standing up, he cannot look into the cooking pot.
He throws a stone today
And kills a bird yesterday!
~Yoruba Poetry (1970),
ed. Professor Ulli Beier
#Poems #Nigeria #Yoruba #Africa
Eshu turns right into wrong, wrong into right.
When he is angry, he hits a stone until it bleeds.
When he is angry, he sits on the skin of an ant.
When he is angry, he weeps tears of blood.
Eshu slept in the house -
But the house was too small for him:
Eshu slept on the verandah -
But the verandah was too small for him:
Eshu slept in a nut -
At last he could stretch himself!
Eshu walked through the groundnut farm.
The tuft of his hair was just visible:
If it had not been for his huge size,
He would not be visible at all.
Lying down, his head hits the roof:
Standing up, he cannot look into the cooking pot.
He throws a stone today
And kills a bird yesterday!
~Yoruba Poetry (1970),
ed. Professor Ulli Beier
#Poems #Nigeria #Yoruba #Africa
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