this commercial for Ikea’s beds (which are utter shit btw) came on the other day, and it featured this really old, Swedish song that I vaguely remembered from my childhood. I didn’t remember it being so beautiful though. It has this kind of mythical feel, set in a minor key and with pretty lyrics. Here’s a (very poor) translation of two of the verses, and the Ikea version (only the first verse is the same).
Byssan lull, boil the full pot, There comes three wanderers on the road, Byssan lull, boil the full pot, There comes three wanderers on the road. The first, oh so slickly, The second, oh so blind, The third he says nothing at all. Byssan lull, boil the full pot, The treasure chest has three figures, Byssan lull, boil the full pot, The treasure chest has three figures. The first is our faith, The second is our hope, The third is love the red one. Originally by Evert Taube.
This Friday, my dear friend Succy returned from her trip to France, and she told me about all the things she did there. She went to The Louvre, for the second time, and showed me here favorite work of art. I gasped aloud when I saw the link. I remember reading about this myth a year ago, and I really liked the story. This statue was a perfect reminder. So stunning. I just had to put it here.
Once upon a time there was a king with three daughters. They were all beautiful, but by far the most beautiful was the youngest, Psyche. She was so beautiful that people began to neglect the worship of Venus, the goddess of love and beauty. Venus was very jealous, and asked her son Cupid (the boy with the arrows) to make Psyche fall in love with a horrible monster. When he saw how beautiful she was, Cupid dropped the arrow meant for her and pricked himself, and fell in love with her.
Despite her great beauty no-one wanted to marry Psyche. Her parents consulted an oracle, and were told that she was destined to marry a monster, and they were to take her to the top of a mountain and leave her there. The west wind took her and wafted her away to a palace, where she was waited on by invisible servants. When night came her new husband visited her, and told her that he would always visit her by night and she must never try to see him.
Although her invisible husband was kind and gentle with her, and the invisible servants attended to her every desire, Psyche grew homesick. She persuaded her husband to allow her sisters to visit her. When they saw how she lived they became very jealous and talked Psyche into peeking at her husband, saying that he was a monster who was fattening her up to be eaten and that her only chance of safety was to kill him. Psyche took a lamp and a knife, but when she saw her beautiful husband, Cupid, she was so surprised she dripped some hot wax onto his shoulder, waking him. He took in the situation at a glance and immediately left Psyche and the magnificent palace she had been living in disappeared in a puff of smoke.
Psyche roamed about looking for her husband, and eventually in desperation approached his mother, Venus. Still angry, the goddess set various tasks for Psyche, all of which she passed, with a bit of help from ants and river gods. At last Cupid found out what was going on, and he persuaded Jupiter to order Venus to stop her persecution of Psyche. Then they were married and lived happily ever after – and it really was ever after since Psyche was made a goddess.
(Story taken from here.)