Book Review: Mazes and Labyrinths

Book Review: Mazes and Labyrinths

Book Review: Mazes and Labyrinths by W.H. Matthews

Humans have long been fascinated by structures that pack the maximum amount of path in a small space, and those that create a puzzle to move through to find a center or exit. This 1922 book was the first major work in English to take a thorough look at the history and locations of mazes and labyrinths.

The author mentions in the introduction…

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Daedalus after Icarus does he one thing he specifally said not to do.

Hrrrrgg, Aegeus, I’m trying to rescue the Athenians but I’m dummy thicc, and the clap of my ass cheeks keeps alerting the Minotaur.

Ἴκαρος

Ikaroswas the son of the master craftsman Daedalus, the creator of the Labyrinth of King Minos. Ikaros and Daedalus attempt to escape from Crete so Daedalus fashioned two pairs of wings out of wax and feathers for himself and his son. Before trying to escape the island, he warned his son not to fly too close to the sun, nor too close to the sea, but to follow his path of flight. Icarus ignores Daedalus’s instructions not to fly too close to the sun, causing the wax in his wings to melt. He tumbles out of the sky, falls into the sea, and drowns. Daedalus wept for his son and called the nearest land Icaria in memory of him.

Pasiphaë : So, there’s this white bull…

Daedalus :

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Daedalus, After Icarus

bySaeed Jones

Boys begin to gather around the man like seagulls.
He ignores them entirely, but they follow him
from one end of the beach to the other.
Their footprints burn holes in the sand.
It’s quite a sight, a strange parade:
a man with a pair of wings strapped to his arms
followed by a flock of rowdy boys.
Some squawk and flap their bony limbs.
Others try to leap now and then, stumbling
as the sand tugs at their feet. One boy pretends to fly
in a circle around the man, cawing in his face.

We don’t know his name or why he walks
along our beach, talking to the wind.
To say nothing of those wings. A woman yells
to her son, Ask him if he’ll make me a pair.
Maybe I’ll finally leave your father.
He answers our cackles with a sudden stop,
turns, and runs toward the water.
The children jump into the waves after him.
Over the sound of their thrashes and giggles,
we hear a boy say, We don’t want wings.
We want to be fish now.

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