The upper area shaped like a T flat on the ground is the chapel part of the tomb. The whole place, all the chambers are covered with spells from the Book of the Dead (Book of Coming Forth by Day), never an actual book as we know them, rather, a selection of spells. A client would approach a priestly vendor and pay for his favorite sections to be included on scrolls or painted on coffins or on walls. In many cases it's clear the spells were prepared in advance with blank spaces for a future client's name to be inserted. Very famous copies are like this. And it is obvious by the spacing and by the change in handwriting and skill in execution.
These spells were intended to assist the deceased to navigate the hazards of the immediate afterlife to assure their happiness in eternity. It was a big deal.
The walls are white plaster slathered with these cursive hieroglyphs painted in black with rubrics in red.
Until you get all the way down to burial chamber.
The spells are identified. Egyptologists read first the transformation spells followed by Djehuty expressing his wish to join the solar barque on its journey, these are interrupted by vignettes as if inserting a photograph but actually more hieroglyphs drawn larger so that writing blends into art and art blends into writing. The writing is art, and the art is writing.
The vignettes break up the text very nicely throughout.
Then, down in the burial chamber, the most pleasing eloquent switch.
The hieroglyphs continue along the walls that are finished and on the ceiling. However, in the center situated above where the casket would be located a prayer is written instead of spells from the Book of the Dead. Whereas the spells are written on white background, the prayer is given a yellow background.
Variations of this prayer are seen on the insides of the lids of 18th century caskets. Sometimes on the outside. It is a prayer to Nut, goddess of the sky. The prayer is beautiful and touching. Because there are so many examples we see that the rendition on the Djehuty's ceiling is executed hastily. There are mistakes, omissions, and corrections. Either the scribe artist was rushed or he just did not care to paint on his back like Michelangelo. He did a sloppy job of it. And his haste sticks out.
And that's why I love this so much. It means you don't have to be perfect, and you never did. Not even then. Just do it. Get 'er done.
That's the attitude I see here.
On the ceiling. Not on the inside of a coffin. But still face to face with the deceased. As if the whole room is a casket. If events went according to plan and there is no indication they did. It's not even certain the tomb was even used as intended, although there is evidence the upper chambers were used later. Nobody really knows what happened. The shafts were filled with rubble that took years to clear and there is evidence of a fire. But there is no coffin for Djehuty left for evidence.
Here is the prayer on the inside of the casket, the coffin lid, for a woman named Ahmos.
It's the same prayer on each side of Nut. This would be centimeters from the face of Ahmose's mummy.
Here is Nut and the same prayer on the outside lid of the coffin for a woman named Ahhotep-Tanedjemet
This is my hand-drawing of what Djehuty's prayer to Nut is trying to be were it not so sloppily done painted with wet charcoal spattering the scribe's face while lying on his back slapping paint on the ceiling in defiance of gravity uncomfortably on his back upside down in a rock chamber three stories down scary shafts in an isolated chamber poorly lit by an oil lamp.
The birds and animals and people are facing right. So this is read right to left. The prayer is in two parts.
* Words spoken by the overseer of the treasury of the king, Djehuty: O mother Nut, spread yourself over me, may you place me among the imperishable stars which are in you, as I shall not die.
(see the dead guy conked out three glyphs from the end?)
* Raise me up. I am your son. Remove the weariness from me. Protect me from those who act against me.
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If only the Egyptians had gone with cremation instead.
But then no cool mummies...
Interesting, Chip. What times.
As an irrelevant aside, have you read "ANCIENT EVENINGS By Norman Mailer"?
I found it a good read, even if total fiction.
The prayer is beautiful and touching
It is. And chances are good I would not have seen the beauty or appreciated the touch of a connection going back thousands of years were it not for someone able and willing to read the sign and create their own post in written characters for others to read.
Thank you. It's easy for me to forget what matters in the movement of life.
Summer in Michigan is over. We closed the pool today. Over the years, Labor Day has proven to be the cut off point, as the nights turn too cool following it to keep the water heated enough for me to enjoy. This summer during evening swims in warmed water with the stars overhead and the lesser lights of the fireflies hanging nearby for closer company, I experienced the desire and hope expressed in both prayers floating through my awareness.
Yes, I did read Ancient Evenings.
And I must say, I was deeply impressed. Still am.
The thing that captivated me about the book is how it compares with all the other books that i read on the subject. On my own I studied Egyptian Art, and its history, and its culture, and its literature, and its language. And I'll tell you, it's all dry as dust.
And then comes along Norman Mailer.
He managed to synthesize all that and through magic of uniquely Egyptian sort, actually entirely contrived, but just the sort of things they would do, he gets into their minds. He wrote a book by channeling ancient Egyptian minds. It is simply the most fantastic explosively imaginative thing that I've ever read on the subject.
You can crack the book at any page and get a full dose of Mailer's bizarrely wild imagination.
Plus an entirely new and formidably twisted take on reincarnation. Just fantastic.
Imagine, your spirit follows your own sperm that you shoot into your chosen future mother as you die fucking. And in this manner cover every fixed strata of society as you position yourself upwardly mobile.
His sex scenes should be banned. His gay sex scenes are brutal.
If I'm ever at a loss for an idea for a painting I have only to open Ancient Evenings and go to the scene where the parents of a boy visit the pharaoh for a party. On the patio Mailer describes paper lamps emitting an unearthly glow. The pharaoh mentions the lamps are filled with fireflies. The guest imagines the entire staff of palace workers set out on the grounds that early evening to catch the thousands of fireflies needed for the six or so lamps.
The married couple take their young son into a separate room to sleep through the party. As the boy falls asleep his eyes scan across the scenes painted on the walls. Norman Mailer unloads his entire research file on Egyptian paintings into that one scene. I've never read anything like it. Just amazing.
Another scene the protagonist, a priest this time, is fucking the queen and she is talking dirty to him.
"You smell like a horse."
Indeed I did smell lie a horse. I had just ridden over from the temple stables to the palace.
The queen makes dirty sex talk through their sex session in Egyptian, then the next paragraph is English translations, Egyptian, English, Egyptian, English, Egyptian, English for six or so pages of dirty talk in which every phallic symbol possible in the ancient world is mentioned. Not just obelisk, Was staff, shepherd's hook, crop handle, hoe, as you might imagine yourself, but everything! It blew my mind that Mailer can be this perversely obscene.
But just starting out, the first chapter, is the protagonist's Ka, a portion of his soul, with the Ka's abilities and the Ka's limitations. Of all that I read of Egyptian concept of soul there is simply nothing that matches. Truly, Mailer is genius. He's outdone everything else that exists.
The Ka leaves the body, an insect is attacking the mummy, and becomes entranced by the full spirit of the dead guy. Water is pouring over a flat slate inside the tomb. The spirit orders the Ka to gaze into the water. The Ka cannot escape. The Ka must obey. The spirit of our protagonist orders the Ka to blow him. And as he does, to gaze into the water. Whereupon our story unfolds. The entire book is what the Ka sees in the water while fellating the commanding spirit who just completed his fifth or so lifetime through the bizarre reincarnation magic that's described throughout the book.
Is that outrageous or what?
Incidentally, a friend at work tried to read Ancient Evenings and became so disgusted with the first chapter, so angry, he threw the book against the wall. Because that scene was too difficult of comprehension. It just didn't make sense to him. It did not compute. He hated the book.
And I loved it. I concluded Norman Mailer is genius but also a gigantic perv.
Though perhaps not intended, great summary review, Chip. You've got a heck of a memory I must say. Also, I much agree with your conclusions re Mailer. Especially the perv part. And yes, a great writer, much as I dislike the man for his political beliefs, and, well hell, the way he treated the people in his life.
I read the book too long along to remember specifics as you do. I do remember a few occasions when it was almost too fantastical to continue reading, yet at the same time Mailer pulled you back in with apparent connections to some semblance of reality.
Thanks for answering, glad I asked the question.
Oh, while we're on Mailer, "Naked and the Dead" is highly worthwhile. I bet I've recommended it 20-30 times over the years. I should reread it myself. And for non-fiction also "Oswald's Tale: An American Mystery".
I haven't read Ancient Evenings yet. Thanks to both of you for your thoughts on it. I remember Mailer helping Jack Henry Abbot get out of jail to write and publish his own book, In The Belly of the Beast, and to help Mailer research Ancient Evenings. I'm sure you both remember Abbot getting into a fight and killing someone at that time. He fled, was caught while working in a Louisiana oil field and later killed himself in prison. After hearing about the nature of the book the Abbot drama almost makes sense. He's like the construction worker who falls to his death while working on a skyscraper or bridge.
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