Nova raised a single eyebrow at the people who had gathered in front of him. Strange. What did they need him for? Well, since he wasn’t busy, why not do whatever they wanted him to do? If it wasn’t outrageous and stupid, of course.
Okay…so the other day in my Lit class we were talking about Shakespeare and somehow (I can’t remember exactly why) the subject of The Wheel of Fortune and Lady Fortune came up and instantaneously an image of Rumple and his spinning wheel popped into my head.
For those who’ve never heard of the Wheel of Fortune (the concept not the tv show) it’s a literary/artistic symbol of fortune and it’s capricious nature.
One day you could be at the top of the wheel, which in all likelihood would mean you are wealthy and happy, but the very next day that wheel could turn and you could lose it all, and vice versa. You could be destitute and miserable and something could happen, circumstances change, and you could rise to the top.
And I don’t know…the whole discussion just made me think of Rumplestiltskin, because he’s…a rather impartial character. He could help you rise to the top (for a price, mind you) or ruin you and it’d be all the same to him, much like Lady Fortune.
Not to mention the fact that his life represents the Wheel perfectly. Ill-fated was his rise to power, but that doesn’t change the fact he rose, nor the fact that that rise cost him much.
I just…I know the spinning thread into gold thing was always part of Rumplestiltskin’s story in the Grimm fairytales…but I can’t help but wonder if the writers of Once Upon a Time drew from the symbolism of the spinning wheel when creating Rumple’s character/back story.
Anyway…that was my random Rumple musing of the day.
Serafina Steer’s music sounds like it comes from another time, on another unknown but much kinder world. She and collective mmmmmfilms have made a very cool video for “Lady Fortune”. It’s the third single from her album The Moths are Real, which was produced by Jarvis Cocker, and is out right now. Via AnOther.
O Fortuna velut luna statu variabilis, semper crescis aut decrescis; vita detestabilis nunc obdurat et tunc curat ludo mentis aciem, egestatem, potestatem dissolvit ut glaciem.
Sors immanis et inanis, rota tu volubilis, status malus, vana salus semper dissolubilis, obumbrata et velata michi quoque niteris; nunc per ludum dorsum nudum fero tui sceleris.
Sors salutis et virtutis michi nunc contraria, est affectus et defectus semper in angaria. Hac in hora sine mora corde pulsum tangite; quod per sortem sternit fortem, mecum omnes plangite!
O Fortune, like the moon you are changeable, ever waxing and waning; hateful life first oppresses and then soothes as the sharp mind takes it; poverty and power it melts them like ice.
Fate—monstrous and empty, you whirling wheel, you are malevolent, well-being is vain and always fades to nothing, shadowed and veiled you plague me too; now through the game I bring my bare back to your villainy.
Fate—in health and virtue— is against me, driven on and weighted down, always enslaved. So at this hour without delay pluck the vibrating strings; since Fate strikes down the strong man, everyone weep with me!