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Thursday, March 2, 2017

Zeus, Hades, Poseidon

I found this an interesting insight and reflective of a conversation/revelation I had last night about the three brothers of the ancient world; Zeus (Dios), Hades (Pluton), and Poseidon (Enosichthon).

The Ancients were not foolish in the psychological nature of their religion, nor were they, barring the commoners understanding, literalists in assigning a domain to their gods.  Rather the realms over which each god ruled were symbolic of the human psyche; realms within every human soul.

Zeus ("Dios", Latin "Deus", RigVeda "Dyaus") represented the pattern, or Logos, in its beautiful, bright, liberating form; something majestic and powerful that gets like a lightning flash inspiration into the minds and hearts of each person.  He is "the shining one", the Logos that is awe-inspiring but that shifts like clouds and to which we relate as children might to a toy or kaleidoscope.  This relationship of man to the Logos as a child to a toy carries over into the religion of the Latins who felt compelled to remind people that Zeus was not the child but the father (Zeus Pater, or Jupiter) revealing the Logos through "toys".  His power, majesty, glory, but essential love of his children and playfulness corresponds to the Hebrew Tetragrammaton (YHWH) and to the "god of the mountain", El-Shaddai, who loves his chosen people as a father loves his kids.  Consequently, even in the language of Christianity, the Divine Power that is most emphasized is that of Deus, the Father who is in heaven - a representation not of masculine authority only but of the essential playfulness of the human consciousness liberated by knowledge of the pattern.  This god does not let leave his children among the dead nor let his beloved know corruption.

Hades was "the wealthy one" (Plouton), or "the hidden one", who ruled not just over those literally dead but over the pattern, Logos, as it took shape in artwork and physical forms.  Every creation of human hands beginning as an airy inspiration becomes a source of wealth (money, power, control, "riches") but once incarnate in the real world also becomes a dead thing.  Hades represents the pattern, manifest in artifacts, that influences, dominates over, enslaves the human mind. As soon as the artist crafts a work they change how others see the world.  The power of the artist to manipulate or influence for good or ill is tremendous.  Yet, essentially, the artist is never seen but is hidden behind his works, "Aides".  Consequently there is a quality of the magician to every artist who operates either as a liberating or as an enslaving force.  Hades is not "evil" in the sense of a Satan or demon of Christian mythology, though he seems to be opposed to the force of life and liberty represented by Zeus.  Such stark dichotomy found in Christian theology is lacking in the Ancient world.  Hades is brother to Zeus and, in some legends, is Zeus Cthonos himself.  Des and AiDes  are one since the human person is one - consequently the experience of the underworld which involves loneliness, dryness, darkness and death is also a part of human existence just as the openness, freedom, brightness and life of the celestial realm is.  More to the point is that the pattern, the Logos, is beautiful and bright, majestic, filled with life, the existence of which offers great joy and liberation.  But if such a pattern exists there also can be no freedom, individual will, or self-ness to cling to; we are all part of the pattern and therefore enslaved.  The Logos is both liberating and enslaving, bright and dark at the same time.  This leads to the third manifestation of the godhead in the Ancient world.

Poseidon was the lord of the waters, but also the "earth shaker" (Enosichthon).  Land, terra, which seems so firma is, in fact, as subject to shaking and waves as is the water.  Above both water and land is the airy infinite of the sky.  Below both water and land is the abyssal darkness of sheol.  Poseidon's realm is that liminal between the two realizations.  His children are all creatures of nightmare, amorphous and protean monsters out of the depths or lawless creatures of brute strength.  Poseidon is the lord of nightmares (since he is also the horse, or mare, lord; the "breaker of horses") which emerge through that interaction of the conscious (Zeus) and the unconscious (Hades); the subconscious.  He is also wedded to and associated with the earth, Demeter/Ceres and through such union produces lawless creatures of great strength and tremendous ignorance, the cyclopes (circle eyes).  Poseidon represents the Logos manifesting in the world, not the fully conscious freedom of the brilliant realms seen in the Empyrean, nor the concretized enthrallment of the dark realms of silence in the Underworld.  He is the in between of art not yet fully formed.  For this reason he is the perfect nemesis of Odysseus, the pained man, who must experience the world of the dead in order to ascend to his solar throne, Ithaka, by the end of Homer's epic.  The realm of Poseidon tends to engulf and emasculate (it is where Chronos' masculinity was flung after all - resulting in the goddess of erotic love) - he takes the wind out of a person's sails - dashes them against the hard rocks of practical reality, divesting them of romantic artistic illusions.  Hera is not the nemesis of Odysseus, nor is Zeus, nor is Ares.  This inbetween lord of the liminal realm offers sufficient threat to the ascendancy of Odysseus' solar nature to make him a worthy adversary.

What does such a triune cosmology teach us?  The realm of human consciousness tends to want to be fully in the light of Zeus - yet in attempting to be so we become tyrannical and deny an essential element of our nature.  The common pull of human experience is toward enthrallment and slavishness, influenced by the art and works of others - yet to deny the journey through this realm is to deny the element of our nature from which springs the new life.  Zeus or Hades?  The Empyrean or Sheol?  Heaven or Hell?  Self or selflessness?  Held between these two realms our life becomes like the castaway clinging to the spar, or like Pip the cabin boy in Melville's work - we hang on to the concrete things around us with a grasping terror of the maelstrom or contend with the sea like Menelaus wrestling with Proteus.  To use another metaphor, we are crucified between two paradoxical positions, between two realities of the pattern of the Logos.  The solution is perhaps not necessarily to resign ourselves to the deeps, nor struggle toward the troposphere, but to submit to the reality of both phototropism and geotropism.  Homer's image in The Odyssey of the moley flower having the potency to overcome Circe (the witch of the perpetual circle; "you are all pigs!") seems appropriate since the brilliant radiance of the sunny flower has its dark roots in the soil.  It is after all Hector, the hero of Homer's other work, The Iliad, who is ultimately referred to as the "breaker of horses".  Hector's death allows for Achilles' renewal into a liminal state - transitioning to Telemachus sitting dolefully at the beginning of Odyssey.  Zeus or Hades?  Poseidon.  Empyrean or Sheol?  Both.  Life or Death?  Yes.

Thursday, January 5, 2017

Abecedarian Prayer

Abecedarian Prayer

All these grand poetic ideas that
Bask in the salt sea of idolatrous
Cacophony; they swell against, they
Deluge the cranium, they wriggle like
Eels in the ear, somehow, I don’t know, they
Find their way there & down through the
Gut to the realms of emotion, sorrow,
Heartache and fear; the Moriadark where
“I”, the essence of man, echoes from the walls
Jocosely gibbering, “what is man?” -
Nor in the dark comes immediate answer.
“O, worm!” (evoking the vocative) he prays,
“Pray for us sinners who long for the song to
Quit this mortal sphere.”
Righteousness is but a pithy quip,
Simple for the innocent,
Terrifying for the cave dweller.
Unlike The God we evade rectitude.
“Verily, who is righteous but God alone?”
“What is man that you should grant to him a
Xiphos, keen and bright with which to free
Ygdrassil of all these grand poetic eels,
Zygons of an innocent age?”

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

A cool gif of the Tao

It's coming down.  This time for permanent.  Enjoy this gif.  Sayonara.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

The PhilosopherKing

This is in order to get the idea down. I want eventually to make a video series on Plato.

Book 1 begins with "I went down" - I have long held that this is a descendo de caeli much like the later Incarnation image; it is also a descent into the underworld like in Homer's "Odyssey" (a reference to which exists right there in Book 1: "this is a lesson which I suspect you must have learnt out of Homer; for he, speaking of Autolycus, the maternal grandfather of Odysseus, who is a favourite of his, affirms that He was excellent above all men in theft and perjury. And so, you and Homer and Simonides are agreed that justice is an art of theft...")
The geography itself contributes to this play on mythology since the Acropolis, the high shining city of marble and gold, parallel to Olympus, is physically higher up in elevation than the Peiraeus. The latter city, because it is a port city, would have been a polyglot of language, religion, culture, attitudes towards life. Like any port city it would have had a large "red light" district of shady establishments, drinking, and prostitution. It would have been a hotbed of hot beds. Moreover, the city name, Peiraeus(Πειραιεύς), means "the place over the passage" and was built over a series of salt mines and caverns. It is also the last land jetty into the Mediterranean before making the southerly cross over the wine-dark sea to Egypt, the land of the dead. So in all respects, Peiraeus is the metaphorical underworld.
Yet, Socrates goes there not to impart wisdom or to talk with people that might better understand him but to see the festival of Bendis; "...a Thracian goddess of the moon and the hunt whom the Greeks identified with Artemis, and hence with the other two aspects of the former Minoan Triple Goddess, Hecate and Persephone." Socrates is drawn, erotically, by the prospect of some holy beauty, some light in the darkness, and descends to see the festival. He is returning in the evening when he is stopped by Polemarchus and others who playfully "capture" him and take him to the house of Cephalus for a dinner party where Glaucon metaphorically eats the food of the underworld. Thus there is a play on the myth of Persephone and Demeter.
The play on mythology also is in reference to Hercules who descends to the underworld not only to drag back Cerberus but also to return Alcestis to Admetus. He does both deeds by force. Socrates similarly "drags" the conversation out of the dark at the end of book 1. But just as he thinks he has done with the talk Glaucon, his companion, returning with him to the high city at the beginning of the book, challenges him and expresses the sorrowful and horrifying proposition that life is really rather a meaningless bore. In this way, and since he was following Socrates up to the light at the beginning of the dialogue, Glaucon is Eurydice and Socrates must play Orpheus for the next nine books to bring him back from the "land of the dead" which is the psychological state of seeing righteousness as a dull, meaningless emptiness.

Three opinions about Justice in Bk 1 are expressed;
1. Cephalus (the head, the chief) = telling the truth and giving back what is owed
2. Polemarchus (one who begins, or leads a war) = do good to friends and harm to enemies
3. Thrasymachus (bold fighter) = advantage of the strong

Justice, ton dikaion, righteousness or goodness is all these things. The righteous man does tell the truth and gives back what is owed; he does good to his friends and harm to his enemies; he has the advantage over other b/c he possesses the strength of being beyond the law and obedient to the law.

This set of three is repeated in the three types of good presented by Glaucon (the Eurydice figure)
1. good enjoyed for its own sake
2. good enjoyed for its sake and what it produces
3. good produced from something that is hateful (which is where Glaucon says most people equate Justice)

And this set of three is reiterated in the idea of justice as a mean between two extremes
1. best = doing injustice w/o penalty
2. justice = not v. great, but not too painful; doing some smaller injustices w/o penalty of severe punishment
3. worst = suffering injustice w/o revenge

This set of three is like unto the setting of the dialogue, namely
1. Acropolis (Olympus; realm of the gods, or the land of light & life)
2. the main or middle city
3. Peiraeus (Hades; realm of the dead, darkness & chaos)

This is parallel to the metaphysical states of
1. heaven
2. limbo
3. hell

But Glaucon/Eurydice, who has accosted Socrates/Orpheus in his return to the light, suggests that most people live in that limbo realm of the long grey day - justice is a compromise, and the best that we can hope for, in this life and the next, although not too thrilling or inspiring is at least not too painful.

The Acropolis/Olympus of doing injustice w/o penalty, is like the Playboy mansion, the bling of the gangsta, the pimp with the money and the babes and the convertible. Most of us will not achieve that, but if we were able to with impunity we would jump at that chance. Who, after all, wants to be a millionaire?

The Peiraeus/Hades of suffering injustice is a horrible prospect; malaka; utter degradation and despair coupled with eternal pain. No one wants that and the fear of its prospect keeps most people, as Nietzsche pointed out, from "aspiring to greatness". We are like Macbeth,

To be the same in thine own act and valour
As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that
Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life,
And live a coward in thine own esteem,
Letting 'I dare not' wait upon 'I would,'
Like the poor cat i' the adage?

Thus, according to Glaucon, the very best we can hope to look forward to is this long grey day of the afterlife, hating job, hating family, hating life, looking forward to weekend football and maybe a vacation to somewhere warm.
Sad. Lethal. And deadening of all inspiration, aspiration, and happiness in life. Such an attitude makes dead men. How to revive them? How to raise the dead and lead them up from the underworld? Socrates not only has to raise one dead soul (like Orpheus) but ten! A multiplication connoting extreme difficulty.

The proposal of the philosopher king seems to offer the correction for Glaucon's "Gyges" (Geges, or dirt guy) image. If one is to see the good philosophers must become kings and kings philosophers. Philosophers, those who tell the truth and give back what is owed and thus are put upon, living in Peiraeus, hated but producing good, suffering injustice w/o revenge - these sorts of men must become kings and kings, those who impose their rule and advantage through strength, living on the Acropolis, enjoying the good for its own sake, doing what they will without penalty, must become philosophers. The high and the low must be united. Only the philosopher king can be truly ton dikaion, righteous, enjoying the good for itself and producing good themselves, doing good to friends (all humanity) and harm to enemies (untruth and evil). Socrates proposes a "marriage of heaven and hell" as Blake put it. Thus uniting the two spheres in the vesica piscis into one, unbroken, golden ring of continuous strength - one Socrates (whose name means "unbroken power").

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

On Pig Imagery - The Odyssey

In Book 10 of the Odyssey the man of twists and turns almost loses his entire crew when they are turned into swine by the witch, Circe. It might seem to be mere circumstance at this point that Circe turns the men into pigs since her house is also surrounded by all manner of strange, docile beasts. But the imagery of pigness is carefully chosen by Homer. The same imagery of pigs appears later on Ithaca when Odysseus stays with the swineherd, Eumaios, and again when Eurycleia recognizes Odysseus by his boar-inflicted scar. In fact the pig imagery in at least three places in the epic doesn't just exist for decoration but helps to advance both the story and the symbolic meaning of the work.

Some critics seem to suggest that the poem ought not to be read too deeply. Stuart Small, for instance, in his article "On Allegory in Homer" suggests that

It is, however, inadvisable to take the view that Homer's chief aim in composing this passage (the visit to Circe) was allegorical or didactic; it is similarly inadvisable to attempt to extract symbolic meaning from Odysseus' encounter with Hermes before he meets Circe, or from Hermes' advice to the hero, or from the description of the famous drug moly. After all, in the tale of Circe as in most of the rest of the Alkinou apologoi the poet's intention is not primarily to instruct but to entertain, and to entertain by telling marvellous tales of romantic adventure "in faery lands forlorn." (Small, 427)

Similarly J. Gwyn Griffiths in the article "Allegory in Greece and Egypt" offers that

In its original Greek sense allegory implies that an author proclaims a meaning other than the one which is instantly apparent. The Greeks who explained Homer from this point of view were superimposing the second meaning upon a narrative which usually does not, in our opinion, bear any traces of such a meaning being deliberate. (Griffiths, 89)

Perhaps Griffiths is correct about the critics of 5th century Greece who wished to read Homer as a mere moralist; indeed there is a long history of "reading into" the work of Homer morals or values which would have been anachronistic to his own culture. Yet the implication of Griffiths statement, namely that there was no deliberate meaning within Homer's work, or even that the later critics read moralism into the work rather than ignoring or overlooking meaning in addition to the moral level, seems to be erroneous. The Odyssey reads on many levels, one of which is the moralism which the Greeks of the Golden Era in Athens still perceived within the rites and chthonic imagery of religious practices current at their time. Similarly, Small's comment that the poet sought primarily to entertain seems dismissive of the fact that great art goes beyond entertainment alone. As any artist worth their salt knows, the primary job of art is to entertain. But great artwork uses entertainment, rhetoric, beauty, as the bait to draw the audience in to contemplate the greater implications of the work, and a great artist will both entertain and intentionally (or sometimes unintentionally) use imagery in a calculated way, troping prior stories, adding nuances of his own, retelling the themes common to the culture in order to suggest meaning. Artists use the thaumatopoioi, as Plato called them, the shadow puppets in order to direct the mind toward the Eidoi, or the unchanging truths of our existence.

Thus it seems that Homer intentionally uses the imagery of pigs throughout the work to suggest something profound about the sun hero, Odysseus. The story of the Odyssey is, essentially, a retelling of the sun god story common to Western culture. In this story the sun hero descends into the world of darkness, battles his nemesis in the form of a many-headed dragon, triumphs, and returns to the world of light and consciousness with the new dawn. The story has seen incarnations in Egypt as Ra descending into the Duat to battle Apep, in Babylon in the form of Mithras battling Tiamat, in Greece as Heracles battling the Hydra. In each incarnation the powers of darkness, madness, chaos and destruction threaten failure and annihilation. The hero seems to be overwhelmed by the pain and darkness of his experience, which appears as a many-headed beast, the crowd or mob, zombies, seeking to engulf or devour him in anonymity until he becomes a faceless nobody, slave to the seeming common fate of the human race. Ultimately, though, the hero triumphs against this perilous dragon, throws off the guise of death, and returns to the realm of light, consciousness, health and joy.

The Odyssey tells a similar story; Odysseus lost at sea (the realm of chaos and darkness) and at odds with Poseidon (the god of chaos, uncertainty - earthshaker) and Odysseus in his travels and Odysseus amidst the Phaeacians is like the sun hero, Ra, who descends into the dream realm of the underworld. Facing the many-headed mob of the Phaeacians, and of his own voracious crew eating the cattle of Helios, Odysseus faces Apep and returns, asleep, to his home of Phaeacia. Yet even there the story repeats itself in a different form. He associates with the pigkeeper, Eumaios, (a comic version of the underworld god and of Circe), returns to his home and confronts the many-headed Apep of the suitors. Only in defeating them does he fully emerge resurrected as the sungod, Helios Apollo Ra. It may seem a form of prestidigitation to note that the characters of Poseidon and Circe are forms of the underworld god of darkness, Seth, in Egyptian mythology. But the stories of Egypt predominated throughout that part of the Mediterranean and it is not a far stretch to conjecture that Homer must have been influenced by such common stories. As Ruth Ilsley Hicks writes in "Egyptian Elements in Greek Mythology"

Egyptian influence on the architecture and art of Greece has often been noted. The Greeks believed that they owed a debt to the country of the Nile in the fields of mathematics and philosophy. Mythology is another realm in which there are Egyptian elements, as the stories of Io, Helen, the Danaides, and Busiris show. These reveal in their plot and visual form features drawn from the religion, art, and history of Egypt. (Hicks, 108)

Thus the myths of the Greek culture are related to the Egyptian myths. Therein, the sun god, Ra, takes on the form of Helios, of Heracles, and even of Persephone and her mother Demeter. The nemesis, lord of darkness and decay, Seth, is transformed into Hades and his queen Persephone. In Homer these figures are mirrored in Odysseus and in Circe. The pig, which embodies the excessive pleasures of desire and the mindless animalian wallowing in chaos and destruction which such pleasures tend to bring, seems an animal particularly suited to be sacred to both Seth and to Demeter; Seth, it would seem, because of the affinity between the god of darkness and the pig, Demeter because of her triumph and control over the creature. Lewis Farnell notes the connection between the pig and the cults of Persephone and Demeter in his article "The Cults of the Greek States." There he points out that the names of Demeter and Persephone are occasionally synonymous within the cult practices;

In the rare cases where the name Persephone was the official title, we may assume that a specially chthonian character attached to the religion. It attached also to most of the leading Kore-worships. Among these we may specially note the Potnian, with its sacrifice of sucking-pigs thrown into the subterranean shrine, a sacrifice that reminds us of the Thesmophoria; the Argive, with its singular fire-ritual, in which lighted torches were thrown into the sacred pit; and the somewhat similar Mantinean, in which a perpetual fire was maintained in the shrine of Demeter and the daughter. (Farnell, 122)

Elswhere he notes the ubiquitous use of pigs in the ritual celebration of death and rebirth which were at the heart of the Eleusinian mysteries of Demeter;

At Potniae, in Boeotia, we hear of an underground megaron into which a sucking-pig was thrown as an offering to Demeter and Kore, to miraculously reappear at a certain season of the year at Dodona; and a Potnian inscription speaks of “a priest of Demeter and Persephone,” the latter being the special name of the chthonian goddess…In Attica this aspect of Demeter is sufficiently salient in the Thesmophoria and the Eleusinian mysteries, and the curious statement of Plutarch that at one time the buried dead in Attica were called Demetreioi shows, if we can trust it, a reminiscence of an earlier period when she was recognized as one with the earth-goddess, and as the Power that ruled over the departed. (Farnell, 64)

The pigs which were thrown into cavernous regions seemed to have represented the death of the old piggish self, the mindlessness of the animalian nature and its sublimation into the earth from whence grows new and plentiful life. As Martin Nilsson points out in "Greek Popular Religion" the pig and this cult of death / rebirth were intimately united;

At a certain time of the year, perhaps at another festival of Demeter and Kore, the Skirophoria, which was celebrated at the time of threshing, pigs were thrown into subterranean caves together with other fertility charms. At the Thesmophoria the putrefied remains were brought, mixed with the seed corn, and laid on the altars. This is a very simple and old-fashioned fertility magic known from Athens, Greece, the swine was the holy animal of Demeter. (Nilsson, 22)

The ancient world saw pigs as seemingly mindless creatures, driven by desire and the more base aspects of nature, eating, sleeping, rutting. Not only were they sacred to Demeter and to Seth, they were also closely associated with the Egyptian goddess of lust and fertility, Taweret, the wife of Apep, who later, when Seth replaced Apep as god of evil and darkness, she became Seth's concubine. Her counterparts in other cultures were Inanna, Ishtar, Astarte, and Aphrodite. The flesh of the pig was eaten at celebrations of Taweret as it was at the celebrations of her counterparts in other cultures, followed, at least in Babylon, by mindless orgies of sexuality and narcotics (the very thing the Jews objected to in their edicts against eating pork). To succumb to pigishness, then, would mean failure for the rational creature; it would mean darkness and inevitable death - the very thing which Seth threatens against Ra. Yet Demeter controls the pigs in her cult. If the maiden, the kore, Persephone is thought of as the young Demeter, then she could be the youthfulness driven by piggish desire which dies in the underworld and rises again to the new life of rational control.

Such control means a harsh knowing of self, a gnothi seauton. It also means experiencing and delivering pain. But as G.E. Dimock suggests in his article "the Name of Odysseus" this is precisely what odyssasthai means;

...for Odysseus to grow up, to achieve his full stature, will be for him to "odysseus"--to live up to the meaning of his name, whatever that may be. "To odysseus" (odyssasthai in Greek) is usually said to mean "be wroth against," "hate," and to be connected with Latin odisse... in the Odyssey odyssasthai means essentially "to cause pain (odyne), and to be willing to do so." (Dimock, 1, 53)

Essentially, Dimock claims, the story of the Odyssey is about finding oneself: "the whole problem of the Odyssey is for Odysseus to establish his identity" (Dimock, 1). It is a story about being a somebody rather than a nobody. I would suggest the story is more than just that, just fame. The Nobodies of the world are the mob, the average, unthinking, desire-driven slavish man. To be somebody is to be "one man alone"; to oion; a man in control of himself constantly. In order to accomplish this one has to live polytropically, by twists and turns. One has to wear a mask, a persona, of tricks and stories. One has to become, to a degree, like the snake in order to beat the snake of Apep, the mob.

Odysseus is a man who lives by his wits. He has learned early on, when he received a wound delivered to him by a boar, that the world is a cruel and brutal place. He has also learned to mistrust the many headed mob. Mobs can turn dangerous quickly. They are self-serving, driven by passions, swayed by entertainment and rhetoric. Mobs, basically, are piggish and Circe, in her role as the counterpart to Persephone, threatens engulf Odysseus in this state of existence. As Stuart Small suggests,

The meretrix Circe offers men not knowledge, but the pleasures which degrade and brutalize the human body without diminishing the mind's capacity for grief and remorse. (Small, 427)

Yet in changing the crew to swine she becomes a prophetess of sorts, revealing the true nature of the crew who later will, despite numerous warning, consume the cattle of Helios, the symbols of gloriously divine beauty and the representations of home. The crew, in this case, led by Eurylochus, are Apep. They are the mob. They do not wear a persona mask, they are not wary of the world, and they do not live by twists and turns. Rather they charge directly into what appears to be a banquet in order to satisfy their own carnal desires. The crew represent conventional thought versus nuanced introspection - they are, to a degree, civilized pigs. As Richard Ruderman in "Odysseus and the Possibility of Enlightenment" notes, such men are incapable of achieving resurrection because they have become enslaved to the status quo;

People who have come to think of themselves as “civilized” or not in need of “myths” in order to be moral are apt to overlook this essential ground of morality. Comfort with the status quo, taking pride in the civilization one is a part of, or even the lazy preference for the safety of morality to the risks and daring of its opposite – all these can lead people simply to equate morality with reason and civilization. (Ruderman, 151)

Eurylochus and the others consider their lives to be fairly swell. Like Richard Adams' rabbits in the warren of snares in "Watership Down" they no longer believe in the myths and tales of old. Their pigishness, consequently, makes them slaves to devouring darkness because they think things are due to them. Their eating of the cattle of Helios, like Goldilocks eating the porridge of the three bears, denies them entrance back into the holy bliss of home.

Odysseus, on the other, is the man of reason and this sets him apart from the piggish mob;
Reason, after all, as the wily Odysseus knows all too well, might counsel the performance of an unjust action, especially where one’s life or safety hang in the balance. And social influences, however powerful within a given society, seem unreliable in the fluid, many-cultured world of the wanderer. (Ruderman, 151)

Society might suggest satisfaction of the baser instincts but also paradoxically common courtesy to a hostess and sexual fidelity to one's wife. But if Odysseus is to master Circe, the power of the underworld, if he is to escape the pull of pigishness, he must make her his equal. Charles Segal in "Circean Temptations: Homer, Vergil, Ovid" suggests this very thing;

If Homer's Circe embodies the pleasures of the flesh in both their restorative and dangerous aspects, she is yet more than an allegory of sensuality, as she becomes in later literature. While on the one hand she can transform men into swine, on the other she is surrounded by beautiful and highly wrought furnishings tokens of a civilized refinement…. It belongs to the paradoxical mystery surrounding this character that the men who are to be transformed into swine meet her more civilized aspect, the beautiful singing and weaving, while Odysseus, wary of her charms, engages at once in a head-on conflict with her magic and her sexual allure. Recognizing the danger for what it is, he sees Circe as his men cannot. Hence he meets the goddess on her own terms: the counter-magic of Hermes against her potions, his sword against her wand. (Segal, 425)

Odysseus puts upon himself the mask of death by eating the moly flower, whose white blossom symbolizes the glory of light, and whose black stem represents the underworld. Thus he comes into her abode disguised as a nobody, a dead man, an Outis. Norman Austin notes that in doing so, in wearing a mask, Odysseus displays the great cunning, polymetis, for which he is known;
Odysseus’ polymetis, when he is exercising his Metis, then is he invariably Outis. His mask is his Metis; the face it displays to the world is Outis. Odysseus negates himself qua Odysseus, either by remaining anonymous, or by adopting, together with a pseudonym, a fictitious unreal persona. (Austin, 16)

Metis (widsom, skill, or craft) is, after all, the mother of Athena, Odysseus' patron deity. Only after he has avoided Circe's potions and held a knife to her throat does the witchrecognize him as that famous Odysseus of whom she has been warned. Only after he joins her in sexual union does he become her equal; thus making himself metaphorically controller of the pigs, king of the underworld, and lord of the breathless dead. But, as Achilles notes, such a lordship is not desirable; life isn't merely about eternal power or even about remaining separate from the crowd. The epic nature of the Odyssey suggests that the resurrection story, the sun god story, is really a return to full humanity; a restoration of the individuality of the man. As George de F. Lord proposes the encounters throughout the work jeopardize this revelation of Odysseus as a divine being;

In one way or another all these encounters jeopardize his human individuality, or at least that of his followers. ... Circe transforms men into pigs who yet retain the same minds they had before. Calypso promises to make him immortal and ageless if he will only live with her forever. ...Odysseus' recognition at this point that his innermost identity is inseparably bound up with his home and wife is the key to his escape from the fantastic world, just as his unprovoked attack on society... opened the door to his entrance into it. (de. F. Lord, 416)

Odysseus must still return to his own home and face the Apep mob of the suitors. To do this he must put himself at great risk. The first part of the epic, however, especially his experience of descending into the mob-like world of the breathless dead has prepared him to put himself forward. He survives the test of the cattle of Helios because he has seen what such piggishness results in, namely slavish oblivion. Odysseus is thus willing to risk himself in order to regain the beauty of his home. Howard Clark notes in "The Humor of Homer" that this risk is what makes the work a comedy rather than a tragedy;

...the curve of tragic action, then, is self-discovery; the comic curve is self-exposure. And whereas the self-discovery provided by tragedy is an emotional experience, the appeal of comedy is hard and intellectual. This seems to bring us to that old saw that life is tragedy for the man who feels and comedy for the man who thinks. It certainly brings us back to our initial definition of the comic: that it is an intellectual apprehension of incongruity. (Clark, p. 252)

When he returns to Ithaca, Odysseus is one with the comic ruler of pigs, Eumaios. He then adopts a remarkable persona mask in order to infiltrate the lair of Apep. E. Coughanowr suggests that this mask is related to pig imagery as well through the Greek word, μολοβρὸς.

In the Odyssey, where the word μολοβρὸς occurs, Odysseus, disguised by Athena as a wretched old beggar, is also deprived of his hair. This may perhaps have caused the inference to the ringworm disease and / or baldness in both passages where the epithet μολοβρὸς appears in Homer. In Od. 17.219 Melanthios addresses Eumaeus, at the sight of Odysseus:
π δ τόνδε μολοβρν γεις, μέγαρτε συβτα, πτωχν νιηρόν δαιτν πολυμαντρα;
In Od. 18.26 Iros, referring to Odysseus, says:

πόποι, ς μολοβρς πιτροχάδην γορεύει,
(Coughanowr, 229)

and in a footnote he suggests that

μολοβρὸς might also mean ‘young’; molobria ‘the young of wild pigs’ (probably so called because hairless when born).

Consequently, Odysseus disguised as the beggar is Odysseus Molobros, a word associated with 'the young of wild pigs', or molobria. He comes into the palace as a pig man; a man of the underworld; thrown into the chasm as in the Eleusinian rites. But as the slaughter of the suitors indicates this is not his final form.

After proving himself with the bow, Odysseus immediately throws off the pig guise and stands dazzling before them all. Here he is Helios, shining, bow in hand like Apollo, and ready to slay with graphic carnage the many-headed mob dragon that threatens to metastasize in and destroy his home. Odysseus who has traveled through the darkness of failure, terror, war, loss, and death has risen from the dead and wreaks havoc with the forces of darkness that threatened to engulf him.

Piggish imagery serves a crucial purpose in rendering the resurrection story of the sun god in the Odyssey. Ultimately, Odysseus survives this piggishness of the mob mentality. He rids his home of the slavish fate, ananke, which threatens to benight his family and loved ones. Like a man awakening from a dream the hero rises with the dawn and comes back to the empyrean of eternal bliss, the home for which he is truly destined. This is the story of Western culture, a story which suggests that our failures are not eternal, death is not final, the underdog can triumph, and the home for which we are bound is not ultimately darkness, but light.

Works cited:
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Thursday, March 4, 2010

Auguries of Innocence

William Blake (1757–1827)

TO see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.
A dove-house fill’d with doves and pigeons
Shudders hell thro’ all its regions.
A dog starv’d at his master’s gate
Predicts the ruin of the state.
A horse misused upon the road
Calls to heaven for human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted hare
A fibre from the brain does tear.
A skylark wounded in the wing
A cherubim does cease to sing.
The game-cock clipt and arm’d for fight
Does the rising sun affright.
Every wolf’s and lion’s howl
Raises from hell a human soul
The wild deer, wand’ring here and there,
Keeps the human soul from care.
The lamb misus’d breeds public strife,
And yet forgives the butcher’s knife.
The bat that flits at close of eve
Has left the brain that won’t believe.
The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbeliever’s fright.
He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be belov’d by men.
He who the ox to wrath has mov’d
Shall never be by woman lov’d.
The wanton boy that kills the fly
Shall feel the spider’s enmity.
He who torments the chafer’s sprite
Weaves a bower in endless night.
The caterpillar on the leaf
Repeats to thee thy mother’s grief.
Kill not the moth nor butterfly,
For the last judgment draweth nigh.
He who shall train the horse to war
Shall never pass the polar bar.
The beggar’s dog and widow’s cat,
Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.
The gnat that sings his summer’s song
Poison gets from slander’s tongue.
The poison of the snake and newt
Is the sweat of envy’s foot.
The poison of the honey bee
Is the artist’s jealousy.
The prince’s robes and beggar’s rags
Are toadstools on the miser’s bags.
A truth that’s told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.
It is right it should be so;
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know,
Thro’ the world we safely go.
Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.
The babe is more than swaddling bands;
Throughout all these human lands
Tools were made, and born were hands,
Every farmer understands.
Every tear from every eye
Becomes a babe in eternity;
This is caught by females bright,
And return’d to its own delight.
The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar,
Are waves that beat on heaven’s shore.
The babe that weeps the rod beneath
Writes revenge in realms of death.
The beggar’s rags, fluttering in air,
Does to rags the heavens tear.
The soldier, arm’d with sword and gun,
Palsied strikes the summer’s sun.
The poor man’s farthing is worth more
Than all the gold on Afric’s shore.
One mite wrung from the lab’rer’s hands
Shall buy and sell the miser’s lands;
Or, if protected from on high,
Does that whole nation sell and buy.
He who mocks the infant’s faith
Shall be mock’d in age and death.
He who shall teach the child to doubt
The rotting grave shall ne’er get out.
He who respects the infant’s faith
Triumphs over hell and death.
The child’s toys and the old man’s reasons
Are the fruits of the two seasons.
The questioner, who sits so sly,
Shall never know how to reply.
He who replies to words of doubt
Doth put the light of knowledge out.
The strongest poison ever known
Came from Caesar’s laurel crown.
Nought can deform the human race
Like to the armour’s iron brace.
When gold and gems adorn the plow,
To peaceful arts shall envy bow.
A riddle, or the cricket’s cry,
Is to doubt a fit reply.
The emmet’s inch and eagle’s mile
Make lame philosophy to smile.
He who doubts from what he sees
Will ne’er believe, do what you please.
If the sun and moon should doubt,
They’d immediately go out.
To be in a passion you good may do,
But no good if a passion is in you.
The whore and gambler, by the state
Licensed, build that nation’s fate.
The harlot’s cry from street to street
Shall weave old England’s winding-sheet.
The winner’s shout, the loser’s curse,
Dance before dead England’s hearse.
Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born,
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.
Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.
We are led to believe a lie
When we see not thro’ the eye,
Which was born in a night to perish in a night,
When the soul slept in beams of light.
God appears, and God is light,
To those poor souls who dwell in night;
But does a human form display
To those who dwell in realms of day.

This one has stuck with me for years since I first read it at Thomas More College. Blake was a mystic, visionary, poet, painter, amateur theologian. His insight into the human heart, and especially the capacity for human cruelty was remarkable. I still puzzle over some of the lines in this poem, intentionally, I'm convinced, made to be ironic contradictions; zen-like; posing a problem or contradiction that forces the mind to see the world differently. What does it mean to "a world in a grain of sand, / And a heaven in a wild flower"? Not THE world but A WORLD and A HEAVEN. It reminds one of the "little low heavens" in Hopkins' poem. But how does one see A world in a grain of sand? Isn't it just sand? uniform, ordinary, ubiquitous and uninteresting? That's just his point - sand itself, in Blake's view, is a source of awe. Perhaps b/c it ought not to be - nothing ought to be. Why is there stuff? the essential philosophic question. What that opening suggests is that the attitude toward the created world must be one of constant awe and surprise, amazed that there is sand, or anything at all for that matter.

But more so, sand is a metaphor. B/c of it's ordinariness it represents the attitude we hold or ought to hold toward the most important things. If we hold that sand is "nothing more than" building material or the ground beneath our feet haven't we lost the respect that allows us to view our fellow men as important? Viewing sand as a world in itself doesn't preclude seeing building materials, but it does encourage one to see other creations, wildflowers, people, as even more significant still. Thus all of creation is elevated from the mundane; the realm into which we categorize things within our mind and think that we know all there is to know about them. That realm in the mind is limbo, pagan hell - where nothing grows but all is grey and thoroughly known.

Lastly, even sand has a history. Once great stones that shot forth from the fires of volcanoes or fell to earth from the sky; ground by wind, water, weather into sand. It is the stuff from which great monuments are made and to which all monuments descend. It is the stuff of romantic strolls under the moonlight and bloody conflicts on Omaha sector. And ultimately what is man but sand; dust in the wind as Kansas and Bill express it.

That's just the opening.

The rest of the work is one remarkable statement after another. "Each outcry from the hunted Hare / A fibre from the Brain does tear," or "The Lamb misus'd breeds Public strife / And yet forgives the Butcher's Knife," or "The Owl that calls upon the Night / Speaks the Unbelievers fright." Choose your couplet, each one could generate an extensive commentary.

Each one suggests that abuse or cruelty to small things in creation leads to violence and loss on a large scale. I am reminded of the Buddhist monks that sweep the road before them lest they do damage to the littlest creatures. Extreme, perhaps, but such awareness makes for an incredibly clear mind.

This is my favorite line in the piece: "A truth that's told with bad intent / Beats all the Lies you can invent. / It is right it should be so; / Man was made for Joy & Woe; / And when this we rightly know / Thro' the World we safely go." Blake was particularly interested in the juxtaposition of opposites; dark & light, man & woman, good & evil - and held that a proper vision of the world involved both. So do we live in this world with both Joy & Woe? I think so. To know the first is to experience the second. To experience the second is to really know the first. And without the one the other isn't really real. "Joy & Woe are woven fine" and make "A Clothing for the Soul divine." The divine soul, not the human or mortal soul, knows both these qualities, endures both joy and woe - and consequently learns that bringing others to the same (both joy and woe) is the only true path. Contrary to our current penchant for constant joy and little woe; our current long acid trip of happiness which leads to negligence, ignorance, violence, pulling down the true and noble and putting down the real experience of other poeple. "He who mocks the Infant's Faith / Shall be mock'd in Age & Death. / He who shall teach the Child to Doubt / The rotting Grave shall ne'er get out."

Oh and for those of you who are Doors fans, yes Jim Morrison is quoting Blake when he says "Some are Born to sweet delight, / Some are Born to Endless Night."

Monday, March 1, 2010

Odysseus and the Reunion of the Marriage Bed

Odysseus is described as "one man alone" - τὸν δ᾽ οἶον in the first book of the epic. Because of his mask he must constantly endure solitude, never letting anyone in, constantly on the isolated outskirts of human civilization. He is like the polytropic snake on the periphery of the garden.

When at last he returns home to the marriage bed and union with Penelope, his equal and trusted partner, he at last he can remove the mask which he has held against the world and which keeps him separate and isolated from everyone else. Only she knows the true man and only she is allowed into that inner world of his heart. To her alone he gives the prophecy of his death, a death that promises to be "gentle, painless" and "far from the sea" which is the emblem of chaos and uncertainty. Poseidon's realm after all, his nemesis.

Moreover his death promises to be surrounded by others;

...borne down with the years in ripe old age
with all my people here in blessed peace around me.
All this, the prophet said, will come to pass.


or in Greek

θάνατος δέ μοι ἐξ ἁλὸς αὐτῷ
ἀβληχρὸς μάλα τοῖος ἐλεύσεται, ὅς κέ με πέφνῃ
γήρας ὕπο λιπαρῷ ἀρημένον: ἀμφὶ δὲ λαοὶ
ὄλβιοι ἔσσονται: τὰ δέ μοι φάτο πάντα τελεῖσθαι
(XXIII, 280 - 284)

...death shall come to me myself
far from the sea, a death so gentle, that shall lay me low,
when I am overcome with sleek old age, and my people
shall dwell in prosperity around me. All this, he said, should I see fulfilled.
(A.T. Murray, PH.D.)

This is almost verbatim what Teiresias actually says back in book XI after the Nykia;

θάνατος δέ τοι ἐξ ἁλὸς αὐτῷ
ἀβληχρὸς μάλα τοῖος ἐλεύσεται, ὅς κέ σε πέφν
γήραι ὕπο λιπαρῷ ἀρημένον: ἀμφὶ δὲ λαοὶ
ὄλβιοι ἔσσονται. τὰ δέ τοι νημερτέα εἴρω.
(XI, 134 - 137)

death shall come to thee thyself
far from the sea, a death so gentle, that shall lay thee low
when thou art overcome with sleek old age, and thy people
shall dwell in prosperity around thee. In this have I told thee sooth.

(A.T. Murray, PH.D.)

...though whether all that is true or part of a prevarication Odysseus relates to the Phaeacians remains unclear.

But it is what Odysseus says in book 23 where the sense is that at last he has come home; he has returned to unity with the woman he loves and will live out his days surrounded by people who love him. He is no longer
τὸν δ᾽ οἶον - no longer one man alone, but a man with others in blissful happiness, heaven.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010


by J. R. R. Tolkien

The fat cat on the mat
may seem to dream
of nice mice that suffice
for him, or cream;
but he free, maybe,
walks in thought
unbowed, proud, where loud
roared and fought
his kin, lean and slim,
or deep in den
in the East feasted on beasts
and tender men.
The giant lion with iron
claw in paw,
and huge ruthless tooth
in gory jaw;
the pard dark-starred,
fleet upon feet,
that oft soft from aloft
leaps upon his meat
where woods loom in gloom
--far now they be,
fierce and free,
and tamed is he;
but fat cat on the mat
kept as a pet
he does not forget.

I chose this as a happier alternative to the somber piece below. I found this gem while perusing a collection of Tolkien's work. He mimics here the Anglo-Saxon penchant for alliteration (the repeating of consonant sounds within a line) and at the same time makes fun of the old readers that always started with "the fat cat sat on the tan mat" (Ah! memories of kindergarten at Stanley Clark School and Mrs Peggy Somethingoranother). Furthermore he makes a very clever and insightful statement about the nature of language. The fat cat, which has vestigial remnants of its jungle-fierce predecessors, the "Tyger Tyger burning bright in the forests of the night", is like the language we use today which, though it seems ordinary, fat and lazy by the fire, has roots in war, struggle, adventure, excitement, thrilling events and terrifying. Each word we use, even the most mundane such as cat, carries with it the baggage of its historical roots. Moreover, on a philosophical level, we think that b/c we say the word "cat" we know what that furry little creature dreaming of cream is. But do we? doesn't the word instead of illuminating actually obfuscate and lull us into a dreamy fireside complacency that we have that thing mastered? A complacency in which we actually lose the glory and joy and wonderment that here is a created thing which really ought not to be at all. The stuff we see around us has no necessity at all. And our constant attitude toward the world ought to be that of the child seeing snowfall, or sunrise, or a cat for the first time. Poetry restores this joy and brings us back to that "Aha!" moment of pure awe without which our world becomes a solitary, poor, nasty, brutish and short machine of interexchanging fluids. As a later poem puts it "so much depends upon a red wheelbarrow" or a cat by the fire.
In memory of our fine Penelope who died of leukemia back in the 1980s.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Westron wynde

'Westron wynde, when wilt thou blow,
The small raine down can raine.
Cryst, if my love were in my armes
And I in my bedde again!'
I remember from early on one of my first college poetry teachers, Glenn Arbery, pointing out the subtle significance of this poem. It is one of the earlier poems in Middle English, apparently, the basis of Masses (called "parody Masses" b/c they were based off of secular tunes and therefore had parallel tunes or odes) by composer such as Taverner, Shephard and Tye; it has been set to music by Igor Stravinsky and John Renbourn and many others. So quite a prodigious piece. It has apparently touched people enough to be lodged in their imaginative world.

And I can see why. The subtlety of the piece alone is remarkable; only four lines that capture a little world, a little heart lamenting its exile from the place of happiness, lover and home. The speaker here, far from home, longs for the comforts of his house and family, his bed, far from the open field where now he lies in rain. The vehemence of his desire to be home is only hinted at by the ambiguous "Cryst" which can be read either as a curse - "Christ!" or as an exclamation "Cryest". Either way, the suddenness of the word in contrast to the small rain is stark indeed. And "small" rain, not gentle, not light but small. That's perfect. It stands out like nothing else but if one has ever walked out in an Autumnal mist of rain this phrase captures it entirely. I still don't know about the first line; is it "blow Western Wind" as a command? Or is it a question of despair as in "the Northern wind is now blowing; when will it be Western (balmy) wind?" But listening to the sound of the w's "W** wi* wh* w*t thou blow" = whish whish whish whish ... whish. The perfection of that line is like crystal or like a van Eyck painting; it captures in onomatopoeia the very sound of the event.

How often a soldier, World War Tommies or Jerries in the trenches of Flanders, or GIs in the hedgerows, men in the field of battle, saturated through with the rain and the cold and the sorrow and misery, how often have they paused in the beauty of the ineffable mist and remembered the home and the beloved? This 16th century poem captures that longing. Its ending, not with a lover but with bed; rest; sleep - mirrors also the longing in the midst of the daily drudgery of life for that rest which is silence. It is a poem essentially about longing for rest; requiem aeternam; an end to it all; when the busy world is hushed, the fever of life is over, and our work is finally done.

Monday, February 8, 2010

Zombies and Heroes

A recent exchange with a former student on FaceBook. Excuse the misspellings and language - that's just FaceBook.


say, pardon the ignorance but who's the bloke in your profile pic?

9:46pmT. Discipulus

haha he's an actor adam brody I think. it's a stupid facebook thing find the celebrity that looks most like you and have that be your profile pic

they called it doppelganger month or week idk


oh yeah. mine was Debussy

i'm back to normal now

9:48pmT. Discipulus

ya i saw that he did look a lot like you if i say so myself

i liked my last profile pic i had, it was me in my vest looking like im thinking hard


"i'm thinking hard and it hurts my brain!"

9:50pmT. Discipulus

lol more like what video game should i play....???


or "how best to slice this zombie"


9:52pmT. Discipulus

haha i did a speech last semester on the zombie apocalypse

it was persuasive getting people to be prepared



they need to be

and what is all this about zombies these days???

zombies zombies zombies

I think it's an indicator of the common zeitgeist

9:53pmT. Discipulus

idk but the media has been all over zombies of late


yeah. I know

my theory is that pop culture always reflects our common vision

right now that vision is about faceless mindless hordes coming after the individual us

fear of the mob

9:54pmT. Discipulus

fear of conformity?


something beyond our control

that too

but more

the fear that this whole mob rule thing is getting out of hand

not just a fear of conforming

but a real fear that other people are mindless and savage

there is great cause for such fear, i think

for instance, what if the infrastructure collapsed tomorrow

could you trust your neighbors to not steal your shit?

to not beat you up and take your girl?

9:56pmT. Discipulus

of course not


that's the sort of fear I think infects us

rather than optimism and a vision of the goodness of our neighbor

it's fear and paranoia

fed by hollywood

but also reflecting a real sense that things are out of control

we don't, after all, have a plethora of supermen after all

9:58pmT. Discipulus

but if we did would there be any sort of fear of such a thing?

of a thing that ought to be a natural fear?

idk what im saying


our fear of heros is misplaced

fed by such travesties as "Watchmen"

9:59pmT. Discipulus

fear of heros?



they are too powerful and too good and too dangerous

they use their powers to dominate us

they are flawed and flimsy and dark characters

10:00pmT. Discipulus

and we'd be powerless against them


in the popular inmagination

and it seems a recreation for us to bring them down

that's what I mean

the disrespect

or the grossness

or the darkness surrounding heroes

is part of that

didn't use to exist

recent as the 1960s


10:01pmT. Discipulus



one final thing

i see in the recent popularity of family guy, simpsons, south park

all of which I find funny

a tearing down of the visions of greatness

a leveling of heroism with the common man


which is funny and fine, but only if we have a simultaneous exalting of the heroic and noble

and a knowledge of the forms of greatness

we don't

and that is distressing to me

consequently we see other people as dangerous and vicious


10:06pmT. Discipulus

well but isn't heroism supposed to show that anyone could be heroic?


anyone can be heroic, but only if heroism is extolled rather than constantly lampooned

10:07pmT. Discipulus

but the level them out in a different way that is more humiliating?


what we have now is more a

"everyone can be a slob and that's okay"

10:07pmT. Discipulus

but they*


heroism consists of a knowledge of the heroic to which we aspire

mainly found in the stories of yore now lost to our general populace

boys used to be brought up with Stevenson, and Batman, and Dick Tracy, and ARabian nights

now it's all "Sally has two mommies" and that kind of bullshit

it's demeaning and emasculating

anyway, gotta go.

sorry for the brevity

can I post this quick exchange?

10:09pmT. Discipulus

no that's fine

ya go for it

on your blog?


probably best place for it

though i'm trying to stick to poetry

i never could keep my big yap shut

10:10pmT. Discipulus

i've been reading

dont worry its fine

I dont seem to talk enough

thanks for helping me out


no prob

God's love

10:11pmT. Discipulus


not gonna lie i almost said peace be with you lol



and why not?

life is too short not to say such things

God by ye