Narcissus’s selfie

nar1It’s time to spend a few words on the “selfitis“, that modern virus that keeps on infecting many people all over the planet day after day, making them slave of the vision of their self . Social networking sites have proved to be actually the most contagious spots, where this “self” addiction takes place. The question is: what drive makes you pull out your smart phone and snap a shot to post it? Exhibitionism? Ostentation? Boredom? How can such a fascination be explained? Maybe the Latin poet Ovid may help us as he narrated in the third book of his Metamorphoses the story of the first “selfie” ever: Narcissus‘s selfie.

nar8Narcissus in Greek mythology is the son of  the nymph Liriope and the river-god Cephissus. Cephissus, having fallen in love with the beautiful nymph, enfolds her with his waves and seduces her. From their union a boy of an uncommon beauty was born: Narcissus. Her mother consults the blind seer Tiresias to know the fate of her child and his prophecy is, as all prophecies, ambiguous: the boy would enjoy a long life as long as he never knew himself. Liriope was relieved by such a prediction. At the age of sixteen, Narcissus had become a proud and disdainful man. He was so amazingly beautiful that anybody fell in love with him, but he rejected all his suitors (men and women) as he believed nobody was worthy of him.

nar2One day, while Narcissus was deer hunting, the nymph Echo stealthily followed him in the woods. She was yearning to speak to him, but she couldn’t, as she was allowed to repeat only the last words of what was spoken to her. That was the punishment inflicted by the goddess Juno for having engaged her in a long conversation, thus enabling her adulterous husband to escape. So, when Narcissus sensed he was being followed, he shouted “Who’s there?” and Echo replied “…”.  Narcissus was bewildered and yelled  “Come!” and Echo replied “Come!”. Narcissus called once more: “Why do you shun me?… Let us join one another.” When Echo heard Narcissus utter those words, she was so overjoyed  that she ran towards him and threw herself upon him, but he stepped away and told her to leve him alone at once. Echo was heartbroken and spent the rest of her life in lonely glens until nothing but an echo sound remained of her.

nar9When Nemesis,  the goddess of revenge, learned about the story, she decided it was the time to punish such a selfish, unfeeling creature. One sunny day, Narcissus came upon a pool of water, when he caught a glimpse of what he thought was a beautiful water spirit. He looked in amazement for a while and as he did not recognise his own reflection, he immediately fell in love with it. He tried to bend down his head to kiss that vision, but as he did so, the reflection mimed his actions. Taking this as a sign of reciprocation, Narcissus reached into the pool to draw the water spirit to him, but then he seemed to be gone. Every time he tried to touch him, he disappeared. Only after a while he eventually recognised the image of himself in that pool and lay there gazing in to the eyes of his vision for hours. When he eventually realized that his love could not be addressed, he committed suicide piercing his chest with his sword. From the soil blood soaked with his blood, a white flower with a red corolla came out: a narcissus. It seems that when Narcissus crossed the Styx,  the river of the dead, to enter the Underworld, he looked out on the muddy waters of the river one last time, hoping to once again to admire the reflection of his self.

Tiresias’s words offer a key of interpretation of this story and provide a possible answer to the questions above. The seer doesn’t say that Narcissus will die when he recognizes himself, but rather when he knows himself. In that obsessive gazing there is the mystery and wonder of our being. Modern selfies, just like that pool, reflect our image for sure, but in those pictures we instinctively try to seek, to know ourselves; it’s this search that charms our mind and dazzles our eyes.


22 thoughts on “Narcissus’s selfie

  1. I like this. Well said.

    I sometimes imagine that the worst thing in the world would involve being forced to live with yourself, perhaps surrounded by clones, or trapped in a hall of mirrors or something. We all like to believe we’re awesome, but the ultimate torment would be to actually have to deal with your own self 24/7.

  2. Great post. The fact that most of the times we keep running away from ourselves, the window of opportunity of practising this art is rather narrow. The latest craze is to expand it through platforms like FB!

  3. The tragic story of Narcissus beautifully retold. I love the correlation between Narcissus and current selfies, the search for self and the knowing of ourselves. Thank you for a very enjoyable read and thought provoking post.

    Warm wishes,

    • Hi Bill, first of all thank you for dropping by and commenting. I’ve just read your post and it was so good that I couldn’t but subscribe to your blog.I love Ireland and I’ve been in Dublin for a while. See you then.
      Stefy 🙂

  4. Another thought provoking post Stefy as I check my Intagram and Twitter accounts. 🙂
    On a completely different tangent you may be delighted to know I bought a lovely Italian dress the other day. Must be your good influence or at least that’s what I told Dave.

  5. Good to be reminded of this link with an ancient myth, Stefy. Reminds me too of another pertinent tale, that of Snow White’s stepmother and her looking glass. The reflected image of course wasn’t necessarily that of the Disney mask, more likely the Queen’s own visage, the original selfie, amplifying her own fears and anxieties — just as potent a parallel with our own self-obsession.

  6. Excellent post… I have thought many times of writing about Narcissus and Echo… Regardless, some other greek myths came across, I guess. Such a powerful moral over here. Thanks a lot for sharing. Best wishes, dear Stefi ❤ Aquileana 😛

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