The Sun, the Moon, and Raven Ravenson

The other day, two fellow Slavs with a similar taste in underground forms of music reminded me of a classic Russian fairy tale, The Sun, the (Crescent) Moon, and Raven Ravenson.  

Perhaps, it was due to the natural elements present in the latter more so than, say, Koschei the Deathless, that I couldn't get this strange tale out of my head. So much so that I decided to pull together a quick illustration, as if for a children's book.

(If interested, I found an English translation on Google books. For those who don't bother clicking on the link:  I must specify that all three characters are masculine, whereas I'm used to personifying the Moon in the feminine.)

In the last little while, I've been reexamining folk culture, particularly my own, through the lens of sociologie de l'imaginaire. The latter is a method which combines the scholarship of Carl Jung on the collective unconscious and that of David Émile Durkheim on the collective consciousness, respectively. This research area refers to the sum total of surface-based cultural features as the logos, whereas mythos stands for the symbolic and archaic undercurrents pushed into the unconscious, the Dreamworld, in the Modern period. Unlike Europe, this is a relatively new field of expertise for Russian sociologists, according to Alexandr Dugin.

By analyzing various traditional attributes, such as the types of folk-tale characters that are prevalent in a particular culture, the sociology of the imaginary allows one to determine its collective functioning regime. I bring this up now because I've realized that

Russians are the Moon People.

That's what I'd call us, that is. With the exception of the Cossack soslovie, Russians, by and large, operate according to a nocturnal feminine system (as per Dugin's Logos and Mythos, untranslated). (For instance and by contrast, Germans, collectively, are diurnal masculine types.)

The above makes Russian tales and legends a particularly fruitful area for me to pursue creatively.

 

Rising Moon, Setting Sun

And I crawled, and I crawled through the waves tonight; 
Rising Moon on my left, setting Sun on my right. 
As it should be.

Despite appearances, I'm not trying to write pretentious mystical poetry. These lines have been in my head during the last two swim workouts at the lake almost like a mantra. Of course, they were literally what I saw during front crawl: it's that time of the year in the greater Pacific Northwest when you encounter both the Sun and the Moon simultaneously starting from the early-to-mid afternoon when there is no cloud cover. And if you're lucky enough to have sufficient time to observe, you'll see one "rise," as the other "sets."

This is just a mobile shot.

My favorite part has been doing back stroke into the Deep and the Cold, because the comforting Moon--rather than the blinding Sun--was in my line of vision.

And now that I've given myself the luxury of blogging about this, I will likely stay up working till 2 am. But that's okay, I'm a night owl! 

This image is from July 15. Not bad for a 7:50-pm Moon in a clear blue sky, huh?