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1 year ago

@maopll @venusandsaturnsrings @yandere-daydreams @blackopals-world hey! I admire your writing work and fic on tumblr. I wrote this piece for a literature assignment not too long ago so I wanna know what you think as more active authors.

236,000 humans drowned this year. Do you mourn one? … I mourn all.

I’m responsible, named on the grave, cause of death: The harsh of the wave.

Is Poseidon to blame? No, it’s his wife! Amphitrite! Take note! This water is called she!

For millennia those men brave our rouges and our storms.

Millions lost yet billions borne.

Rán trawls her net over their boat thus yanking them into their final bed of rock and sand.

Ganga and Marina cry, their tears; typhoons

Eingana watches with mixed expression as she sees all her creation fight forces they can’t understand.

Mazu protects what’s hers, leaving the sanctity of her lagoon to do so.

Praised for beauty and poetry yet feared for the fact we she are of the few things one can’t command.

Those dead in deep water can’t be found.

The ocean leaves no trace, nor nothing that can save its face.

Families left, no peace for ones gone, unable to rest, it lingers in minds, a burden one cannot heal.

A wish to not be helpless, nights spent under the waves accompanied only by fish.

Over time it was a slaughter, bodies lost, souls gone, left to the sea.

What do they feel? The grains of sand or the teeth of a fish, The scales of an eel?

A body of death becomes a feature of new life.

A reef on the bones of the deceased.

The creatures do not know or care, It’s home now.

Their Thieves of remains, they desecrate the dead yet provide them purpose.

Perhaps they deserved to die? Men are not sinless creatures after all.

Especially considering how they treat us, isn’t that right Magwayen? they treat us with more than just spite!

How can they assume us to be kind when for centuries they’ve used us?

Sending fleet after fleet onto our surface and tipping their waist into our swash!

They have no right to treat us this way when the tears we cry are of the same pain

They doom our icecaps we so graciously froze just so they could come to fruition, I refuse to accept this!

How half of them refuse to take the blame while others drown

How they make shallow promises of prevention and change

yet you find those same mouths wet by lies of the above line

And those sinking cry why!

Hypocrites! all of them!

Notice how they call their most powerful, important, and feared things she!

Yet they call upon the husbands for safe passage through OUR waters!

They boast their achievements of deep-found treasure, but they turn coy at the mention of how they got there!

People are left to rot when the stem of their problems is of their own kind.

The lot of them are savage! Acting as gods pretending as if they too are not animals.

Everything in the universe is made from the same dust, and yet the humans audaciously claim they are of the most importance!

People beg us for mercy, to save them from their self-inflicted fate

They do this so much so, they forget they are the ones to blame!

We should send our rain and waves to condemn all for their ignorance!

Humans call the ocean treacherous and harsh! The foam of the waves is a sign of rough sea!

We will send raging storms, floods, tsunamis and even cause droughts!

All to make them fear us and come to terms with the fact they are ultimately powerless in the face of Mother Nature!

Mother! Not father! We will prevail in the face of man. We will leave them no time to even attend to the damage!

We will cull those who seek to conquer our home and make all who come after fear us!

Caging them inside a trap-like purgatory

They deserve it for all they’ve done to us!

The end of men! We will bring forth a matriarchy like no other!

No longer will we desire for respect and fame

Sing in Joy for the day of our redemption has come!


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1 year ago

The reports are out by now so here is the monologue/poem:

236,000 humans drowned this year. Do you mourn one? … I mourn all.

I’m responsible, named on the grave, cause of death: The harsh of the wave.

Is Poseidon to blame? No, it’s his wife! Amphitrite! Take note! This water is called she!

For millennia those men brave our rouges and our storms.

Millions lost yet billions borne.

Rán trawls her net over their boat thus yanking them into their final bed of rock and sand.

Ganga and Marina cry, their tears; typhoons

Eingana watches with mixed expression as she sees all her creation fight forces they can’t understand.

Mazu protects what’s hers, leaving the sanctity of her lagoon to do so.

Praised for beauty and poetry yet feared for the fact we she are of the few things one can’t command.

Those dead in deep water can’t be found.

The ocean leaves no trace, nor nothing that can save its face.

Families left, no peace for ones gone, unable to rest, it lingers in minds, a burden one cannot heal.

A wish to not be helpless, nights spent under the waves accompanied only by fish.

Over time it was a slaughter, bodies lost, souls gone, left to the sea.

What do they feel? The grains of sand or the teeth of a fish, The scales of an eel?

A body of death becomes a feature of new life.

A reef on the bones of the deceased.

The creatures do not know or care, It’s home now.

Their Thieves of remains, they desecrate the dead yet provide them purpose.

Perhaps they deserved to die? Men are not sinless creatures after all.

Especially considering how they treat us, isn’t that right Magwayen? they treat us with more than just spite!

How can they assume us to be kind when for centuries they’ve used us?

Sending fleet after fleet onto our surface and tipping their waist into our swash!

They have no right to treat us this way when the tears we cry are of the same pain

They doom our icecaps we so graciously froze just so they could come to fruition, I refuse to accept this!

How half of them refuse to take the blame while others drown

How they make shallow promises of prevention and change

yet you find those same mouths wet by lies of the above line

And those sinking cry why!

Hypocrites! all of them!

Notice how they call their most powerful, important, and feared things she!

Yet they call upon the husbands for safe passage through OUR waters!

They boast their achievements of deep-found treasure, but they turn coy at the mention of how they got there!

People are left to rot when the stem of their problems is of their own kind.

The lot of them are savage! Acting as gods pretending as if they too are not animals.

Everything in the universe is made from the same dust, and yet the humans audaciously claim they are of the most importance!

People beg us for mercy, to save them from their self-inflicted fate

They do this so much so, they forget they are the ones to blame!

We should send our rain and waves to condemn all for their ignorance!

Humans call the ocean treacherous and harsh! The foam of the waves is a sign of rough sea!

We will send raging storms, floods, tsunamis and even cause droughts!

All to make them fear us and come to terms with the fact they are ultimately powerless in the face of Mother Nature!

Mother! Not father! We will prevail in the face of man. We will leave them no time to even attend to the damage!

We will cull those who seek to conquer our home and make all who come after fear us!

Caging them inside a trap-like purgatory

They deserve it for all they’ve done to us!

The end of men! We will bring forth a matriarchy like no other!

No longer will we desire for respect and fame

Sing in Joy for the day of our redemption has come!

I NEED YOUR HELP 🫵

(Reblog for bigger sample size pls)

Im writing a poem for my literature assignment and I need as many water Goddesses as you can find.

Any and every culture is welcome though I already have Greek, Norse, Indian, Chinese and Aboriginal (indigenous Australian)

ANY AND EVERY ONE COUNTS EVEN IF THEY WONT MAKE IT TO THE FINALE COPY

(I’m a huge mythology nerd so I’ll read into them anyway)

IF THIS POST WORKS AND DOES WELL I’LL ADD THE POEM ONCE THE ASSIGNMENT IS DONE


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3 weeks ago

Dekonstruksi Mitologi "Calon Arang"

Dekonstruksi Mitologi "Calon Arang"

Toeti Heraty (1933–2021): Dekonstruksi Mitologi Calon Arang dalam Perspektif Feminisme

Toeti Heraty adalah seorang filsuf feminis Indonesia yang dalam karyanya Calon Arang mempertanyakan kembali narasi yang telah diwariskan dalam tradisi Jawa-Bali. Calon Arang dikenal sebagai Rangda, janda tua yang dituduh menguasai ilmu hitam, melawan Barong dalam pertunjukan sakral. Rangda melambangkan kekacauan dan energi destruktif, sementara Barong melambangkan keseimbangan dan perlindungan.

Namun, Toeti Heraty menantang narasi ini. Ia mempertanyakan, apakah perempuan seperti Calon Arang benar-benar perempuan jahat? Ataukah ia hanyalah perempuan yang ditindas karena menolak tunduk pada sistem patriarki yang mengekangnya?

Toeti membaca kisah Calon Arang bukan sebagai dongeng tentang penyihir jahat, melainkan sebagai kritik atas narasi misoginis dalam sejarah. Ia menunjukkan bagaimana perempuan yang berpengetahuan dan berdaya selalu dianggap sebagai ancaman dan berbahaya, baik dalam mitos kuno maupun realitas modern.

Ketubuhan Perempuan yang Distigmatisasi

Toeti Heraty juga membongkar bagaimana tubuh perempuan dikonstruksi dalam masyarakat patriarkal. Pengalaman biologi perempuan, seperti menstruasi, kehamilan, kehilangan keperawanan dilihat sebagai sesuatu yang harus disembunyikan atau diatur sesuai norma sosial yang mengekang.

"Tubuh sehari-hari tiba membawa luka sendiri." Ia menggambarkan menstruasi sebagai luka yang disembunyikan, sebuah pengalaman biologis yang dibebani stigma. "Luka ini tersembunyi dan iklan-iklan gencar dalam upaya mulus menutupi." Kapitalisme pun ikut berperan, dengan iklan yang menampilkan menstruasi dalam bentuk cairan biru, seolah ingin menghapus jejak biologis perempuan.

Keperawanan pun sering kali menjadi standar moral bagi perempuan, sementara laki-laki tidak dikenai standar yang sama. Janda mengalami tekanan sosial yang berbeda dengan duda, mereka dianggap membawa sial atau tidak laku.

"Demikianlah persepsi bahwa perempuanlah kiranya perlu laki-laki daripada sebaliknya." Toeti Heraty menyoroti bahwa dalam banyak kisah, perempuan diposisikan sebagai sosok yang selalu membutuhkan laki-laki. Ini adalahnarasi yang terus direproduksi dalam mitos maupun kehidupan nyata.

Cinta dan Jebakan Biologis

Toeti juga mempertanyakan konsep cinta.

"Cinta sebagai ilusi… ternyata jebakan biologis." Cinta sering kali menjadi alat justifikasi bagi perempuan untuk terjebak dalam sistem patriarkal. Masyarakat mengagungkan cinta, tetapi di balik itu, perempuanlah yang sering kali menanggung konsekuensi biologis dan sosial dari hubungan yang mereka jalani.

"Proyeksi pria yang haus kuasa, membenci dan mendendam sekaligus takut perempuan, itulah misogini." Patriarki tidak hanya membatasi peran perempuan dalam masyarakat, tetapi juga menciptakan narasi yang menakutkan tentang perempuan yang memiliki kekuatan.

Politik, Kekuasaan, dan Perempuan

Toeti Heraty juga menghubungkan kisah Calon Arang dengan realitas politik di Indonesia.

Mpu Baradah datang menemui Sri Mpu Kuturan di Bali yang lebih sakti lagi, untuk diminta persetujuannya atas niat Sang Erlangga menempatkan salah satu putranya pada tahta di Bali. Kisah ini mencerminkan bagaimana kekuasaan diwariskan melalui persekongkolan elite, bukan atas dasar keadilan.

"Bandingkan nepotisme masa kini, kini di Irian, Dili, Aceh… daerah menjadi proyek oleh pemerintah pusat, tidak jelas." Toeti menunjukkan bahwa pola eksploitasi kekuasaan terhadap daerah masih terus berlanjut. Papua, Timor Timur, dan Aceh seringkali hanya menjadi objek kebijakan pusat, tanpa diberikan hak penuh atas diri mereka sendiri.

Di masa kerajaan, upeti diserahkan kepada penguasa pusat. Kini, eksploitasi daerah terjadi dalam bentuk lain. Sumber daya alam dikeruk, sementara kesejahteraan masyarakat lokal tetap tidak merata.

Ratna Manggali: Perempuan dalam Jebakan Patriarki

Kisah Ratna Manggali yang menyerahkan ibunya sendiri kepada Mpu Bahula mencerminkan bagaimana perempuan ditekan untuk tunduk pada kehendak laki-laki, bahkan jika itu berarti mengorbankan sesama perempuan.

Mpu Bahula tidak merayu Ratna Manggali atas dasar cinta, tetapi sebagai strategi politik untuk mencuri kitab suci dan menghancurkan Calon Arang. Perempuan dalam budaya patriarkal sering kali dijadikan alat dan objek, tanpa kuasa penuh atas pilihan mereka sendiri.


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