As I read this at Pharyngula, one commenter brought up the Doctrine of Signatures.
Man, our ancestors sure had some wild imaginations.
The doctrine of signatures is an ancient European philosophy that held that plants bearing parts that resembled human body parts, animals, or other objects, had useful relevancy to those parts, animals or objects. It could also refer to the environments or specific sites in which plants grew. Many of the plants that were so regarded today still carry the word root “wort“, an Anglo-Saxon word meaning “plant” or “herb”, as part of their modern name.
I’ll bypass the inferred sexual innuendoes for the nonce. “You are what you eat” may very well be a holdover of this imaginary legacy.
Of course, Christianity immediately jumped on this bandwagon:
Christian European metaphysics expanded this philosophy in theology. According to the Christian version, the Creator had so set his mark upon Creation, that by careful observation one could find all right doctrine represented (see the detailed application to the Passionflower) and even learn the uses of a plant from some aspect of its form or place of growing.
So what was the herb they used for hemorrhoids, I wonder? Something that vaguely resembles an asshole?
For the late medieval viewer, the natural world was vibrant with the numinous images of the Deity: “as above, so below,” an expression of the relationship between macrocosm and microcosm; the principle is rendered sicut in terra. Michel Foucault expressed the wider usage of the doctrine of signatures, which rendered allegory more real and more cogent than it appears to a modern eye:
“Up to the end of the sixteenth century, resemblance played a constructive role in the knowledge of Western culture. It was resemblance that largely guided exegesis and the interpretation of texts; it was resemblance that organized the play of symbols, made possible knowledge of things visible and invisible, and controlled the art of representing them.” (The Order of Things , p. 17)
Excuse me, but that sounds a great deal like animism, except that instead of everything having an individual ’soul’, there was one ’soul’ that permeated everything.
The radical visionary Jakob Böhme (1575-1624), a master shoemaker of Görlitz, had a profound mystical vision as a young man, in which he saw the relationship between God and man signaled in all things. Inspired, he wrote Signatura Rerum (1621), soon rendered in English as The Signature of all Things and the spiritual doctrine was applied even to the medicinal uses that plants’ forms advertised.
The shoemakers of the 16th-17th centuries must’ve been using some pretty severe chemicals, I think.
This is still a working principle in homeopathy, that pseudoscience that no medical doctor worth their salt prescribes for their patients.
So there it is: eating a passionflower will no more gift the eater with the skills of cunnilingus anymore than the cucumber is the cialis of the natural world.
Let the innuendoes commence.
Till the next post, then.


Veeeeerry intereshting…AND…shtupid?
[ala that very old “Laugh In” shtick]
Yeah, KA…RE:
“So what was the herb (Hoibie ?) they used for hemorrhoids, I wonder? Something that vaguely resembles an asshole?”
Ya mean (in current parlance) ’something’ resembling…Oh, I dunno…
a Bush…or maybe…
“Shotgun” Cheney?
Also…
“eating a passionflower will no more gift the eater with the skills of cunnilingus anymore than the cucumber is the cialis of the natural world.”
I agree, of course…
However, frequent…lengthy…tonguing, slurping, gnawing and SUCKING on a cucumber…
now that’s a whole other matter entirely!
ChuckA - that was Artie Johnson (yeah, just dated myself. Oh well, someone’s got to).
I’ll…take your word on that 1.
Hemorrhoids would require currants, grapes or, for the extremely unfortunate, eggplants.
I shudder to think what they would use for “wind.”
Kat:
Beans! “Beans, beans, the magical fruit, the more you eat, the more you toot, the more you toot, the better you feel. Let’s have beans w/every meal!”
Oh, wait - beans would be for kidneys, since they’re shaped like them, no?
Yes, KA…perhaps ’cause I’m an old musician…I remember that line as:
“Beans, beans, the MUSICAL fruit…yada, yada. The tooting, of course, always linked up to the blowing of horns.
Yeah…all those…”Wind instruments!”
I don’t recall, at all, the “better you feel…meal” portion.
But, regarding meals…and “wind”; another old concept comes to mind. The notion of verbally making a fart sound being called…
“Giving one the Raspberry”.
[a little culinary scene]:
“Oh waiter?…I’ll have a (verbal fart sound) sundae for dessert!…
Make that with nuts, as well!”
“No, waiter…I didn’t say YOU’RE nuts…or certainly not…YOUR nuts, either!…
Oh…(REAL fart)…SHIT!”
Gasplant
So what was the herb they used for hemorrhoids, I wonder? Something that vaguely resembles an asshole?
Still laughing about this one! LMAO!
*raises arm, waves hand in air* Ooh, ooh, I know what that man with a head of leaves in the pic represents: the mandrake plant!
Because I’m a geek, yessirreebob…
My mom wouldn’t eat shrimp because they reminded her of embryos. Sometimes, I’d get take-out shrimp fried rice and tease her. “Look Mom, I’m eating a BA-by!” She’s physically shudder and tell me that wasn’t funny.
My mom wouldnt eat shrimp because they reminded her of embryos.Sometimes, Id get take-out shrimp fried rice and tease her. Look Mom, Im eating a BA-by! Shes physically shudder and tell me that wasnt funny.
Oh Karen, you were so mean! LOL!
Mmm -
babiesshrimp - andbig babieslobster…