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  • It is done
    My way is clear
    clear from all obstacles
    that stood in my path!
    Damn! I should
    have done this ages ago!
    Crying "cherry-picking!" with one breath and "diversity!" with the next doesn't work either.~brymble
    "Sometimes the Light at the End of the Tunnel is really a Cranky Dragon waiting to roast your ass!"

    In Darkness I Know Myself



    Close friends with: Yarrow Elfglow, Czechwoods, Rudas Starblaze, Stormbeard, Philosophia, The Woman Monster, Rick and Elise, Sacred Sin David19.....


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    • I was making popcorn, and recording some shows tonight, and then I asked myself a question that....startled me. I asked myself, "What are my goals in life?" How sad, how pathetic I am for asking myself that. Afterall I know what it is to be the underdog, struggling....struggling for goals, for things that never came true. I know my true dream is to be an author a great one, but ever since I lost everything, well...you know how they say you never knew what you had till it's gone? Those stories were best sellers waiting to rise like new stars on the shelves and straight into the heart, and minds of new readers, and they died like triplets in the metaphorical womb. Gods I'm so sick of being a loser. Of feeling like I'll always be in everyone else's shadow when I'm, trying to become my own sun. I came on so strong, and I became so confident, and happy and proud. I haven't been proud of myself since I can't remember when, maybe....never? Ever since I got flung off the mountain and ended broken but not beaten below, I've felt my march....slowing, I've been running on autopilot now, it seems. Because the idea of achieving my dreams has stopped making me happy, and I have no confidence or pride in what I'm doing. It's like I've been dragging myself forward unconscious and going off sheer will power to my goal because I refuse to give up my dreams so easily....not this time. Why the hell should I be happy huh? I had perfect gems to bring to market! A wildebeest sat at my feet ready to be devoured, and some invisble thief stole my gems leaving in their wake non-descript pebbles not worthy even to be used as gravel at the bottom of a fishtank. Some invisble hyenas have made off with my kill and left me with a few sun-dried bones to gnaw on. I don't know who the hell those skulking sneak thieves were! But I refuse to give up, refuse to back down. except I'm so slow now, how much further will I go before I drop? and if it happens again, will I ever be able to get back up? continue my march? I'm so terrified of...that! More terrified of that then I am of death,...almost. Death would force me to give up my goals forever. I don't want that, and so I march on. I just wish nothing was stolen from me, but that's not the way the world works I just wish I could turn back time and be the great author I always knew I could be, but my skills seemed to have been robbed too, and they are now only a fraction of what my talent was. A walking ghost who haunts the graveyard, pathetic loser that I am, I'm tired of failing sometimes I wonder if my mother was wrong for allowing herself to keep me instead of aborting me, because I'm still the nothing loser I always and ever was, still the burden, on the dregs of my family, a black sheep among black sheep. I'm tired and I've suddenly lost my energy now I feel weighed down upon and slack as though I lost the strength to march on, I don't charge now I'm just dragging along, because I'm too stubborn and stupid to give up.
      Last edited by aluokaloo; January 10th, 2008, 11:43 AM.
      Crying "cherry-picking!" with one breath and "diversity!" with the next doesn't work either.~brymble
      "Sometimes the Light at the End of the Tunnel is really a Cranky Dragon waiting to roast your ass!"

      In Darkness I Know Myself



      Close friends with: Yarrow Elfglow, Czechwoods, Rudas Starblaze, Stormbeard, Philosophia, The Woman Monster, Rick and Elise, Sacred Sin David19.....


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      • Day of Freya 2008

        "Fَlkvangr is the ninth,
        there Freyja directs
        the sittings in the hall.
        She half the fallen chooses each day,
        but Odin the other half."
        Crying "cherry-picking!" with one breath and "diversity!" with the next doesn't work either.~brymble
        "Sometimes the Light at the End of the Tunnel is really a Cranky Dragon waiting to roast your ass!"

        In Darkness I Know Myself



        Close friends with: Yarrow Elfglow, Czechwoods, Rudas Starblaze, Stormbeard, Philosophia, The Woman Monster, Rick and Elise, Sacred Sin David19.....


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        • Day of Freya 2008

          Freyja:
          "Wake, maid of maids!
          Wake, my friend!
          Hyndla! Sister!
          who in the cavern dwellest.
          Now there is a dark of darks;
          we will both
          to Valhalla ride,
          and to the holy fane."
          "Now of thy wolves take one
          from out the stall;
          let him run
          with runic rein."
          But Hyndla quickly realized that the boar is سttar in disguise.

          Hyndla:
          "False art thou, Freyja!
          who tempest me:
          by thy eyes thou showest it,
          so fixed upon us;
          while thou thy man hast
          on the dead-road, (i.e. the road to Valhalla)
          the young سttar,
          Innstein's son."
          Freyja:
          "Dull art thou, Hyndla!
          methinks thou dreamest,
          since thou sayest that my man
          is on the dead-road with me;
          there where my hog sparkles
          with its golden bristles,
          hight Hildisvini,
          which for me made
          the two skilful dwarfs,
          Dain and Nabbi."
          Hyndla came with Freyja, riding on a wolf. On the road, Freyja explained her duty, and how سttar had induced her to help him.

          Freyja:
          "A wager was made in the foreign metal (i.e. gold)
          سttar the young and Angantir,
          We must guard, for the hero young to have
          His father's wealth, the fruits of his race.
          For me a shrine of stones he made
          And now to glass the rock has grown
          Oft with the blood of beasts was it red
          In the goddesses ever did سttar trust.
          Tell to me now the ancient names,
          And the races of all that were born of old..."
          Later, Hyndla gave a very long list of heroes' names as سttar's ancestors (this is the main part and purpose of the poem). Freyja then confirmed that the boar is سttar in disguise. She further requested Hyndla to give سttar a potion that would enable him to remember all that he had been told. But the giantess refused.

          Hyndla:
          "Hence shalt thou fare, for fain would I sleep
          From me thou gettest few more favors
          My noble one, out in the night thou leapest
          As Heidrun goes the goats among (Heidrun is the she-goat who stands at Vahalla's door, here used as an insult.)
          To سًr didst thou run who loved thee ever
          And many under thy girdle have crawled."
          Freyja:
          "Around the giantess flames shall I raise
          So that forth unburned thou mayst not fare."
          Hyndla:
          "Flames I see burning, the earth is on fire
          And each for his life the price must lose
          Bring then to سttar's hand the cup
          Of venom full for an evil fate."
          Freyja:
          "Thine evil words shall work no ill
          Though Jِtun maid, bitter thy baleful threats
          A drink full fair shall سttar find
          Of all the gods the favors I get."
          Crying "cherry-picking!" with one breath and "diversity!" with the next doesn't work either.~brymble
          "Sometimes the Light at the End of the Tunnel is really a Cranky Dragon waiting to roast your ass!"

          In Darkness I Know Myself



          Close friends with: Yarrow Elfglow, Czechwoods, Rudas Starblaze, Stormbeard, Philosophia, The Woman Monster, Rick and Elise, Sacred Sin David19.....


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          • Honoring Frigga 2008

            Lady Frigg, most magnificent!
            Asgard's Queen, in your cloak of stars:
            We call to you: Be with us now!

            Send your mighty maidens to us:
            Swift Gna, bringing grace and good fortune;
            Golden Fulla with her overflowing gifts;
            Gentle Hlin, giving comfort and strong warding
            Against all grief, despair and evil
            That assail the heart.

            Teach us your wisdom, Mother,
            To order our lives, homes and folkways rightly,
            For the good of all,
            And to reflect your grace and brightness.
            Crying "cherry-picking!" with one breath and "diversity!" with the next doesn't work either.~brymble
            "Sometimes the Light at the End of the Tunnel is really a Cranky Dragon waiting to roast your ass!"

            In Darkness I Know Myself



            Close friends with: Yarrow Elfglow, Czechwoods, Rudas Starblaze, Stormbeard, Philosophia, The Woman Monster, Rick and Elise, Sacred Sin David19.....


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            • Honoring Frigga 2008

              Lady Frigg, in your misty halls at Fensalir,
              On far-seeing Hlidskjalf,
              From the deepest wells of knowledge,
              Share with us the silent wonder of the world!
              All-knowing Frigg, norn-wise,
              You know there is no tongue in which to tell
              Of all that is and that shall be;
              To sort the spinning strands of possibility
              Into a span of words.
              Yet with your spindle and your well-strung loom
              You weave the airy clouds
              And send the winds to shape them,
              Writing your wordless wisdom-runes
              In the ever-changing valleys of the sky.
              Teach us, Lady, to heed
              The wisdom that lies beyond all words.
              Crying "cherry-picking!" with one breath and "diversity!" with the next doesn't work either.~brymble
              "Sometimes the Light at the End of the Tunnel is really a Cranky Dragon waiting to roast your ass!"

              In Darkness I Know Myself



              Close friends with: Yarrow Elfglow, Czechwoods, Rudas Starblaze, Stormbeard, Philosophia, The Woman Monster, Rick and Elise, Sacred Sin David19.....


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              • Theogamea of Hera 2008

                O Royal Hera of majestic mien,
                aerial-form'd, divine, Zeus blessed queen,
                Thron'd in the bosom of cerulean air,
                the race of mortals is thy constant care.
                The cooling gales thy pow'r alone inspires,
                which nourish life, which ev'ry life desires.
                Mother of clouds and winds,
                from thee alone producing all things, mortal life is known:
                All natures share thy temp'rament divine,
                and universal sway alone is thine.
                With founding blasts of wind,
                the swelling sea and rolling rivers roar, when shook by thee.
                Come, blessed Goddess, fam'd almighty queen,
                with aspect kind, rejoicing and serene.
                Crying "cherry-picking!" with one breath and "diversity!" with the next doesn't work either.~brymble
                "Sometimes the Light at the End of the Tunnel is really a Cranky Dragon waiting to roast your ass!"

                In Darkness I Know Myself



                Close friends with: Yarrow Elfglow, Czechwoods, Rudas Starblaze, Stormbeard, Philosophia, The Woman Monster, Rick and Elise, Sacred Sin David19.....


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                • Theogamea of Hera 2008

                  Oh Lady Hera
                  Olympian Queen
                  Goddess O Beautiful
                  Goddess so Noble
                  Wrathful is Your vengance
                  Desired is Your Grace
                  Strong is Your rule and sway
                  Lady of Marriage
                  Queen of Fidelity
                  I honor You on this day
                  Oh Hera! Hera!
                  Goddess of bonds
                  Goddess of strength
                  Mother! Be blessed!
                  Be adored!
                  By Your sacred peacocks
                  Who are Your messengers
                  I recognize as beautiful
                  and vigilant as You are!
                  Oh Hera!
                  Great Hera!
                  Crying "cherry-picking!" with one breath and "diversity!" with the next doesn't work either.~brymble
                  "Sometimes the Light at the End of the Tunnel is really a Cranky Dragon waiting to roast your ass!"

                  In Darkness I Know Myself



                  Close friends with: Yarrow Elfglow, Czechwoods, Rudas Starblaze, Stormbeard, Philosophia, The Woman Monster, Rick and Elise, Sacred Sin David19.....


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                  • THE MARRIAGE OF ZEUS & HERA
                    Hera grew up to be the most beautiful of the goddesses & Zeus made her his bride. As a wedding present Gaia created for her the famed garden of the golden appples, which the Hesperides & the Drakon Ladon were set to guard.

                    Hesiod, Theogony 921 ff (trans. Evelyn-White) (Greek epic C8th or C7th B.C.) :
                    "Lastly, he [Zeus] made Hera his blooming wife : and she was joined in love with the king of gods and men, and brought forth Hebe and Ares and Eileithyia." [N.B. Hesiod says "lastly" because the marriage of Hera followed after Zeus' seductions of the goddesses Metis, Themis, Eurynome, Demeter, Mnemosyne, and Leto.]

                    Aristophanes, Birds 1720 ff (trans. O'Neill) (Greek comedy C5th to 4th B.C.) :
                    "Let your nuptial hymns, your nuptial songs, greet him and his [wife]! 'Twas in the midst of such [wedding] festivities that the Moirai (Fates) formerly united Olympian Hera to the King [Zeus] who governs the gods from the summit of his inaccessible throne. Oh! Hymen! oh! Hymenaios! Rosy Eros with the golden wings held the reins and guided the chariot; 'twas he, who presided over the union of Zeus and the fortunate Hera. Oh! Hymen! oh! Hymenaios!"

                    Diodorus Siculus, Library of History 5. 72. 4 (trans. Oldfather) (Greek historian C1st B.C.) :
                    “Men say that the marriage of Zeus and Hera was held in the territory of the Knossians [on the island of Krete], at a place near the river Theren, where now a temple stands in which the natives of the place annually offer holy sacrifices and imitate the ceremony of the marriage, in the manner in which tradition tells it was originally performed."

                    Pausanias, Description of Greece 2. 38. 2 (trans. Jones) (Greek travelogue C2nd A.D.) :
                    "In Nauplia . . . is a spring called Kanathos. Here, say the Argives, Hera bathes every year and recovers her maidenhood [i.e. her virginity]."

                    Pausanias, Description of Greece 8. 22. 2 :
                    "[Temenos of Arkadia] gave her [Hera] three surnames when she was still a maiden, Pais (Girl); when married to Zeus he called her Teleia (Grown-up)."
                    Crying "cherry-picking!" with one breath and "diversity!" with the next doesn't work either.~brymble
                    "Sometimes the Light at the End of the Tunnel is really a Cranky Dragon waiting to roast your ass!"

                    In Darkness I Know Myself



                    Close friends with: Yarrow Elfglow, Czechwoods, Rudas Starblaze, Stormbeard, Philosophia, The Woman Monster, Rick and Elise, Sacred Sin David19.....


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                    • I am grateful that all the people illustrating for my books are coming together, and that I'm only a few steps away from accomplishing my dreams of being an author
                      Crying "cherry-picking!" with one breath and "diversity!" with the next doesn't work either.~brymble
                      "Sometimes the Light at the End of the Tunnel is really a Cranky Dragon waiting to roast your ass!"

                      In Darkness I Know Myself



                      Close friends with: Yarrow Elfglow, Czechwoods, Rudas Starblaze, Stormbeard, Philosophia, The Woman Monster, Rick and Elise, Sacred Sin David19.....


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                      • Fenrir's Blot 2008

                        Fenris My Supreme God
                        I am Your daughter,
                        Today I bare my belly and throat to You
                        and look You in the face,
                        As I have done of old
                        I feel unconnected to You as of late
                        But I hope You know that my love
                        and my loyalty for You
                        will never end, even if You were
                        to flash Your magnificent fangs
                        and bid me go!
                        I amYours forever Almighty Fenris!
                        Howler of the night!'
                        Hunter of Winter!
                        Destroyer! Be adored!
                        Be Loved! Be revered!
                        Silent Ghost of the North!
                        Be cherished! Oh Punisher!
                        I thank You for the good things
                        You have helped to bring me!
                        I thank You for helping me be
                        who I am today!
                        Forever Your loyal daughter!
                        and never will I turn away!
                        Till You decide that it is my day to die
                        ripping my throat and carrying me home
                        like a cub to the den!
                        Hail Fenris!
                        Crying "cherry-picking!" with one breath and "diversity!" with the next doesn't work either.~brymble
                        "Sometimes the Light at the End of the Tunnel is really a Cranky Dragon waiting to roast your ass!"

                        In Darkness I Know Myself



                        Close friends with: Yarrow Elfglow, Czechwoods, Rudas Starblaze, Stormbeard, Philosophia, The Woman Monster, Rick and Elise, Sacred Sin David19.....


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                        • Fenrir's Blot 2008

                          Master
                          I thank You for Your wisdom and simple insights
                          Fenris, I thank You for presence today, I am glad that You liked the offerings, I also thank You for the advice, and the heads up!I hope that this was as good a day for You as it was for me.
                          Crying "cherry-picking!" with one breath and "diversity!" with the next doesn't work either.~brymble
                          "Sometimes the Light at the End of the Tunnel is really a Cranky Dragon waiting to roast your ass!"

                          In Darkness I Know Myself



                          Close friends with: Yarrow Elfglow, Czechwoods, Rudas Starblaze, Stormbeard, Philosophia, The Woman Monster, Rick and Elise, Sacred Sin David19.....


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                          • Happy Birthday Grandpa
                            We all miss you!
                            We all love you!
                            We all hope you
                            are happy wherever you are
                            because you were a great man
                            and you deserve to be!
                            Crying "cherry-picking!" with one breath and "diversity!" with the next doesn't work either.~brymble
                            "Sometimes the Light at the End of the Tunnel is really a Cranky Dragon waiting to roast your ass!"

                            In Darkness I Know Myself



                            Close friends with: Yarrow Elfglow, Czechwoods, Rudas Starblaze, Stormbeard, Philosophia, The Woman Monster, Rick and Elise, Sacred Sin David19.....


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                            • Aphrodite's Festival 2008

                              The story of Pygmalion and Galatea is found in Greek Mythology, and in the famous work "Metamorphoses", by the great Roman poet Ovid. Their love was so unique that it is difficult to define it. But from this legendary love story, one thing is clear, man can never love an inanimate object with as much passion as he loves a living, breathing being. Love gives rise to desire and without this passion any love remains unfulfilled.

                              Pygmalion was a master sculptor in the ancient city of Greece. All day he sculpted beautiful statues from huge pieces of rock. In fact, his creations were so wonderful that whoever saw them were mesmerised by their sheer artistic beauty and exact finish. Pygmalion himself was a fine and handsome young man. He was liked by all men and women. Many women loved him for his great skill and looks.

                              But Pygmalion never paid attention to any of these women. He saw so much to blame in women that he came at last to abhor the sex, and resolved to live unmarried. He was a sculptor, and with his with wonderful skill he sculpted a beautiful ivory statue which was so lifelike that it was difficult to believe that it was lifeless at the first glance. The beauty was such that no living woman could compete with it. It was indeed the perfect semblance of a maiden that seemed to be alive, and only prevented from moving by modesty. His art was so perfect that it concealed itself and its product looked like the workmanship of nature. Pygmalion spent hours admiring his creation.

                              By and by Pygmalion's admiration for his own sculpture turned to love. Oftentimes he laid his hand upon it as if to assure himself whether it were living or not, and could not, even then, believe that it was only ivory. He caressed it, and gave it such presents as young girls love - bright shells and polished stones, little birds and flowers of various hues, beads and amber. He adorned his ivory maiden with jewels. He put rainment on its limbs, and jewels on its fingers, and a necklace about its neck. To the ears he hung earrings and strings of pearls upon the breast. Her dress became her, and she looked not less charming than when unattired. He laid her on a couch spread with cloths of Tyrian dye, and called her his wife, and put her head upon a pillow of the softest feathers, as if she could enjoy their softness. He gave the statue a name: "Galatea", meaning "sleeping love'.

                              But what will be the consequence of falling in love with a lifeless ivory maiden?

                              The festival of Aphrodite was at hand - a festival celebrated with great pomp at Cyprus. Victims were offered, the altars smoked, and the odor of incense filled the air. When the festivities of Aphrodite started, Pygmalion took part in the ceremonies. He went to the temple of Aphrodite to ask forgiveness for all the years he had shunned her.

                              When Pygmalion had performed his part in the solemnities, he hesitantly prayed for a wife like his ivory virgin statue. He stood before the altar of Aphrodite and timidly said, "Ye gods, who can do all things, give me, I pray you, for my wife" - he dared not utter "my ivory virgin," but said instead - "one like my ivory virgin."

                              But Goddess Aphrodite understood what the poor man was trying to say. She was curious. How can a man love a lifeless thing so much? Was it so beautiful that Pygmalion fell in love with his own creation? So she visited the studio of the sculptor while he was away.

                              What she saw greatly amazed her. For the sculpture had a perfect likeness to her. In fact, it would not have been wrong to say that the sculpture was an image of Aphrodite herself.

                              Goddess Aphrodite was charmed by Pygmalion's creation. She brought the statue to life.

                              When Pygmalion returned to his home, he went before Galatea and knelt down before the woman of his dreams. He looked at her lovingly, with a lover's ardour. It seemed to him that Galatea was looking at her lovingly too.

                              For a moment, it seemed to Pygmalion that it was just a figment of his imagination. He rubbed his eyes and looked again. But no. There was no mistake this time. Galatea was smiling at him.

                              He laid his hand upon the limbs; the ivory felt soft to his touch and yielded to his fingers like the wax of Hymettus. It seemed to be warm. He stood up; his mind oscillated between doubt and joy. Fearing he may be mistaken, again and again with a lover's ardor he touches the object of his hopes. It was indeed alive! The veins when pressed yielded to the finger and again resumed their roundness. Slowly it dawned on Pygmalion that the animation of his sculpture was the result of his prayer to Goddess Aphrodite who knew his desire. At last, the votary of Aphrodite found words to thank the goddess. Pygmalion humbled himself at the Goddess' feet.

                              Soon Pygmalion and Galatea were wed, and Pygmalion never forgot to thank Aphrodite for the gift she had given him. Aphrodite blessed the nuptials she had formed, and this union between Pygmalion and Galatea produced a son named Paphos, from whom the city Paphos, sacred to Aphrodite, received its name. He and Galatea brought gifts to her temple throughout their life and Aphrodite blessed them with happiness and love in return.
                              Crying "cherry-picking!" with one breath and "diversity!" with the next doesn't work either.~brymble
                              "Sometimes the Light at the End of the Tunnel is really a Cranky Dragon waiting to roast your ass!"

                              In Darkness I Know Myself



                              Close friends with: Yarrow Elfglow, Czechwoods, Rudas Starblaze, Stormbeard, Philosophia, The Woman Monster, Rick and Elise, Sacred Sin David19.....


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                              • Aphrodite's Festival 2008

                                Muse, tell me the things done by golden Aphrodite,

                                the one from Cyprus, who arouses sweet desire for gods

                                and who subdues the races of mortal humans,

                                and birds as well, who fly in the sky, as well as all beasts

                                5 —all those that grow on both dry land and the sea [pontos].

                                They all know the things done by the one with the beautiful garlands, the one from Kythera.[1]

                                But there are three whose phrenes she cannot win over or deceive.

                                The first is the daughter of aegis-bearing Zeus, bright-eyed Athena.

                                For she takes no pleasure in the things done by golden Aphrodite.

                                10 What does please her is wars and what is done by Ares,

                                battles and fighting, as well as the preparation of splendid pieces of craftsmanship.

                                For she was the first to teach mortal humans to be craftsmen

                                in making war-chariots and other things on wheels, decorated with bronze.

                                And she it is who teaches maidens, tender of skin, inside the palaces,

                                15 the skill of making splendid pieces of craftsmanship, putting it

                                firmly into each one’s mind [phrên].

                                The second is the renowned Artemis, she of the golden shafts: never

                                has she been subdued in lovemaking [philotês] by Aphrodite, lover of smiles [to whom smiles are phila].

                                For she takes pleasure in the bow and arrows, and the killing of wild beasts in the mountains,

                                as well as lyres, groups of singing dancers, and high-pitched shouts of celebration.

                                20 Also shaded groves and the city of dikaioi men.

                                The third one not to take pleasure in the things done by Aphrodite is that young Maiden full of aidôs,

                                Hestia,[2] who was the first-born child of Kronos, the one with the crooked mêtis,

                                as well as the last and youngest,[3] through the Will [boulê] of Zeus, holder of the aegis.

                                She was the Lady who was wooed by Poseidon and Apollo.

                                25 But she was quite unwilling, and she firmly refused.

                                She had sworn a great oath, and what she said became what really happened.

                                She swore, as she touched the head of her father Zeus, the aegis-bearer,[4]

                                that she would be a virgin for all days to come, that illustrious goddess.

                                And to her Father Zeus gave a beautiful honor, as a compensating substitute for marriage.

                                30 She is seated in the middle of the house, getting the richest portion.[5]

                                And in all the temples of the gods she has a share in the tîmê.

                                Among all the mortals, she is the senior goddess.

                                These are the three [goddesses] that she [Aphrodite] could not persuade in their phrenes.

                                As for all the rest, there is nothing that has escaped Aphrodite:

                                35 none of the blessed gods nor any of mortal humans.

                                She even led astray the noos of Zeus, the one who delights in the thunder,

                                the one who is the very greatest and the one who has the very greatest tîmê as his share.

                                But even his well-formed phrenes are deceived by her, whenever she wants,

                                as she mates him with mortal women with the greatest of ease,

                                40 unbeknownst to Hera, his sister and wife,

                                who is the best among all the immortal goddesses in her great beauty.

                                She was the most glorious [kudos-filled] female to be born to Kronos, the one with the crooked mêtis,

                                and to her mother, Rhea. And Zeus, the one whose resources are inexhaustible [a-phthi-ta],

                                made her his honorable wife, one who knows the ways of affection.

                                45 But even upon her [Aphrodite] Zeus put sweet desire in her thûmos

                                —desire to make love to a mortal man, so that

                                not even she may go without mortal lovemaking

                                and get a chance to gloat at all the other gods,

                                with her sweet laughter, Aphrodite, lover of smiles,

                                50 boasting that she can make the gods sleep with mortal women,

                                who then bear mortal sons to immortal fathers,

                                and how she can make the goddesses sleep with mortal men.

                                And so he [Zeus] put sweet desire in her thûmos—desire for Anchises.

                                At that time, he [Anchises] was herding cattle at the steep peaks of Mount Ida, famous for its many springs.

                                55 To look at him and the way he was shaped was like looking at the immortals.

                                When Aphrodite, lover of smiles, saw him,

                                she fell in love with him. A terrible desire seized her in her phrenes.

                                She went to Cyprus, entering her temple fragrant with incense,

                                to Paphos.[6] That is where her sacred precinct is, and her altar, fragrant with incense.

                                60 She went in and closed the shining doors.

                                Then the Kharites [‘Graces’] bathed her and anointed her with oil

                                —the kind that gives immortality, glistening on the complexion of the gods, who last for all time.

                                Immortal it was, giver of pleasures, and it had the fragrance of incense.

                                Then she wrapped all her beautiful clothes around her skin.

                                65 She was decked out in gold, Aphrodite, lover of smiles.

                                She rushed toward Troy, leaving behind fragrant Cyprus.

                                Making her way with the greatest of ease, high up among the clouds.

                                She arrived at Mount Ida, famous for its many springs, nurturing mother of beasts.

                                She went straight for the herdsmen’s homestead, up over the mountain. Following her came

                                70 gray wolves and lions with fierce looks, fawning on her;

                                bears too, and nimble leopards, who cannot have their fill of devouring deer,

                                came along. Seeing them, she was delighted in her thûmos, inside her phrenes,

                                and she put desire where their hearts were. So they all

                                went off in pairs and slept together in shaded nooks.

                                75 She in the meantime came to the well-built shelters

                                and found him [Anchises] left all alone at the herdsmen’s homestead,

                                that hero [hêrôs] Anchises, who had the beauty of the gods.

                                All the others [the other herdsmen] went after the herds, along the grassy pastures,

                                while he was left all alone at the herdsmen’s homestead,

                                80 pacing back and forth, playing tunes on his lyre that pierce the inside.

                                She stood before him, the daughter of Zeus, Aphrodite,

                                looking like an unwed maiden in size of length[7] and appearance.

                                She did not want him to notice [verb of noos] her with his eyes and be frightened of her.

                                When Anchises saw her he was filled with wonder as he took note

                                85 of her appearance and size of length and splendid clothes.

                                For she wore a robe that was more resplendent than the brightness of fire.

                                She had twisted brooches, and shiny earrings in the shape of flowers.

                                Around her tender throat were the most beautiful necklaces.

                                It [her robe] was a thing of beauty, golden, decorated with every sort of design. Like the moon

                                90 it glowed all around her tender breasts, a marvel to behold.

                                Seized with love, Anchises said to her:

                                “Hail, my Lady, you who come here to this home, whichever of the blessed ones you are,

                                Artemis or Leto or golden Aphrodite

                                or Themis of noble birth or bright-eyed Athena.

                                95 Or perhaps you are one of the Kharites, you who have come here. They are the ones

                                who keep company with all the gods and are called immortal.

                                Or you are one of those Nymphs who range over beautiful groves,

                                or one of those Nymphs who inhabit this beautiful mountain,

                                and the fountainheads of rivers and grassy meadows.

                                100 For you, on some high peak, in a spot with a view going all round,

                                I will set up an altar, and I will perform for you beautiful sacrifices

                                every year as the season [hôrâ] comes round. And I wish that you in turn may have a kindly-disposed thûmos towards me.

                                Grant that I become a man who is distinguished among the Trojans.

                                Make the genealogy that comes after me become a flourishing one. And make me

                                105 live a very long life and see the light of the sun,

                                blessed [olbios] in the midst of the people. And let me arrive at the threshold of old age.”[8]

                                Then Aphrodite, daughter of Zeus, answered him:

                                “Anchises, most glorious of earth-born men!

                                I am no goddess. Why do you liken me to the female immortals?

                                110 No, I am a mortal. The mother that bore me was a woman.

                                My father is Otreus, famed for his name.[9] Maybe you have heard of him.

                                He rules over all of Phrygia, with its strong-walled fortresses.

                                But I know your language as well as my own.[10]

                                The nursemaid who brought me up in the palace was a Trojan.[11] Ever since I was a small child,

                                115 she brought me up, having taken me from my philê mother.

                                That is why I know your language as well as my own.

                                But then, the one with the golden wand, the Argos-killer [Hermes], abducted me,

                                taking me from a festival of song and dance in honor of Artemis, the one with the golden arrows.

                                There were many of us nymphs there, maidens worth many cattle as bride-price.

                                120 We were having a good time, and a crowd so large that you couldn’t count them was standing around us in a circle.

                                Then it was that the one with the golden wand, the Argos-killer, abducted me.

                                He carried me over many fields of mortal humans

                                and over vast stretches of land unclaimed and unsettled, where wild beasts,

                                eaters of raw flesh, roam about, in and out of their shaded lairs.

                                125 I thought that my feet would never again touch the earth, grower of grain.

                                And he [Hermes] said that I, in your bed, the bed of Anchises, would be called your

                                lawfully-wedded wife, and that I would give you splendid children.

                                But once he [Hermes] pointed this out and made note of it, straightaway

                                he went back, that powerful Argos-killer, to that separate group, the immortals.

                                130 I in the meantime reached you here, and there is an overpowering compulsion that I have in me.

                                In the name of Zeus, in the name of your parents, I appeal to you as I touch your knees.

                                Your parents must be noble, for base ones could never have conceived such a one as you.[12]

                                Take me, virgin that I am, inexperienced in making love [philotês ],

                                and show me to your father and to your caring mother

                                135 and to your brothers, those born from the same parents.

                                I will not be an unseemly in-law for them, but a seemly one indeed.

                                And send a messenger quickly to the Phrygians, trainers of swift horses,

                                to tell my father and my mother, however much she grieves.

                                They will send you plenty of gold, and woven clothing as well.

                                140 Take these abundant and splendid things as dowry.

                                After you have done so, prepare a lovely wedding-feast

                                that gives tîmê to both humans and immortals.”

                                After she said these things, she put sweet desire in his thûmos,

                                and Anchises was seized with love. He said these words, calling out to her:

                                145 “If you are mortal, and if a woman was the mother who gave birth to you,

                                and if Otreus is your father, famed for his name, as you say he is,

                                and if you have come here because of the Immortal Conductor [of psûkhai],

                                Hermes, and if you are to be called my wife for all days to come,

                                then it is impossible for any god or any mortal human

                                150 to hold me back, right here, from joining with you in making love [philotês],

                                right now, on the spot—not even if the one who shoots from afar, Apollo himself,

                                takes aim from his silver bow and shoots his arrows that bring misery.

                                Then, O lady who looks like the gods, I would willingly,

                                once I have been in your bed, go down into the palace of Hades below.”

                                155 So saying, he took her by the hand. And Aphrodite, lover of smiles,

                                went along, with her face turned away and her eyes downcast,

                                towards the bed, all nicely made, which had already been arranged for the lord,[13]

                                all nicely made with soft covers.[14] And on top lay skins of

                                bears and lions, who roar with their deep voices,

                                160 which he himself had killed on the lofty mountainsides.

                                And when they went up into the sturdy bed,

                                he first took off the jewelry shining on the surface of her body

                                —the twisted brooches and the shiny earrings in the shape of flowers.

                                Then he undid her girdle and her resplendent garments.

                                165 He stripped them off and put them on a silver-studded stool,

                                Anchises did. And then, by the will of the gods and by fate [aisa],

                                he lay next to the immortal female, mortal male that he was. He did not know what he was really doing.

                                But when the time comes for herdsmen to drive back to the fold

                                their cattle and sturdy sheep, back from the flowery pastures,

                                170 then it was that she [Aphrodite] poured sweet sleep over Anchises,

                                sweet and pleasurable. She in the meantime put back on her beautiful clothes, which covered again the surface of her body.

                                Now that her skin was again beautifully covered over, the resplendent goddess

                                stood by the bed, and the well-built roof-beam

                                —her head reached that high up.[15] And beauty shone forth from her cheeks

                                175 —an immortal beauty, the kind that marks the one with the beautiful garlands, the goddess from Kythera.

                                Then she woke him from his sleep and called out to him, saying:

                                “Rise up, son of Dardanos! Why do you sleep such a sleep without awakening?

                                See if I look like

                                what you noticed [verb of noos] when you first saw me with your eyes.”

                                180 So she spoke, and he, fresh out of his sleep, straightaway heeded her word.

                                As soon as he saw the neck and the beautiful eyes of Aphrodite,

                                he was filled with fright and he turned his eyes away, in another direction.

                                Then he hid his beautiful face with a cloak [khlaina],

                                and, praying to her, addressed her with winged words:

                                185 “The first time I ever laid eyes on you, goddess,

                                I knew you were a god. But you did not speak to me accurately.

                                Now I appeal to you by touching your knees, in the name of Zeus the holder of the aegis,

                                don’t let me become disabled [without menos],[16] don’t let me live on like that among humans!

                                Please, take pity! I know that no man is full of life, able,[17]

                                190 if he sleeps with immortal goddesses.”

                                He was answered by the daughter of Zeus, Aphrodite:

                                “Anchises, most glorious of mortal humans!

                                Take heart, and do not be too afraid in your phrenes.

                                You should have no fear of that I would do any kind of bad thing to you,

                                195 or that any of the the other blessed ones would. For you are philos indeed to the gods.

                                And you will have a philos son, who will be king among the Trojans.

                                And following him will be generations after generations for all time to come.

                                His name will be Aineias [Aeneas], since it was an unspeakable [ainos][18] akhos that took hold of me—grief that I had fallen into the bed of a mortal man.

                                200 And yet, of all mortal humans, the closest to the gods by far

                                are those who come from your family line,[19] both in looks and in constitution.[20]

                                Why, there was blond Ganymede, whom Zeus the master of mêtis

                                abducted on account of his beauty, so that he may be together with the immortal ones,

                                as wine-pourer for the gods in the palace of Zeus,[21]

                                205 a wonder to behold, given his share of tîmê by all the immortals,

                                pouring red nectar from a golden mixing-bowl.

                                Tros [Ganymede’s father] was gripped in his phrenes by a penthos that is beyond forgetting. He did not know

                                where the miraculous gust of wind took his philos son, abducting him.

                                He [Tros] mourned him [Ganymede] without pause, for all days,

                                210 and Zeus took pity on him: he gave him a compensation for his son,

                                a set of high-stepping horses whom the gods use for their travels.

                                These horses he [Zeus] gave him [Tros] as a gift to keep. And he [Tros] was told all the details of what happened,

                                at the behest of Zeus, by the Argos-killer, the Conductor [of psûkhai].

                                He was told that he [Ganymede] would be immortal and ageless, just like the gods.

                                215 And when he [Tros] heard the message of Zeus,

                                he no longer lamented but was happy within his phrenes,

                                and merrily did he ride around, in a chariot drawn by horses with feet swift as a gust of wind,

                                In much the same way was Tithonos abducted by Eos [the Dawn Goddess], she of the golden embroidery.[22]

                                He too belonged to your family line, looking like the immortal ones.

                                220 Then she went with a request to the Son of Kronos [Zeus], him of the dark clouds,

                                asking that he [Tithonos] become immortal and live for all days to come.[23]

                                Zeus nodded yes to her and brought to fulfillment the words of her wish.

                                Too bad that her thinking was disconnected! The Lady Eos did not notice [verb of noos] in her phrenes

                                that she should have asked for adolescence [hêbê] and a stripping away of baneful old age.

                                225 Well, for a while he [Tithonos] held on to adolescence [hêbê] ,

                                enjoying Eos, the one with the gold embroidery,[24] the one early-born.

                                He lived at the streams of the Okeanos, and the ends of the earth.

                                But when the first strands of gray hair started growing

                                from his beautiful head and his noble chin,

                                230 then the Lady Eos stopped coming to his bed.

                                But she nourished him, keeping him in her palace,

                                with grain and ambrosia. And she gave him beautiful clothes.

                                But when hateful old age was pressing hard on him, with all its might,

                                and he couldn’t move his limbs, much less lift them up,

                                235 then in her thûmos she thought up this plan, a very good one indeed:

                                she put him in her chamber, and she closed the shining doors over him.

                                From there his voice pours out—it seems never to end—and he has no strength at all,

                                the kind he used to have in his limbs when they could still bend.

                                I would not choose that you [Anchises] be that way, amongst the immortal ones,

                                240 immortal and living for all days to come.[25]

                                If you could only stay the way you are, in looks and constitution,

                                staying alive as my lawfully-wedded husband,

                                then akhos would not have to envelop me and my sturdy phrenes.[26]

                                But now wretched old age will envelop you,

                                245 pitilessly, just as it catches up with every man.

                                It is baneful, it wears you down, and even the gods shrink back from it.

                                As for me, I will have a great disgrace [oneidos], in the eyes of the immortal ones,

                                a disgrace that will last for all days to come, without end, all on account of you.

                                My trysts and stratagems [mêtis pl.] with which I used to get all

                                250 the immortal gods mated with mortal women,

                                used to be feared by them [the gods]. For my power of noos used to subdue all of them.

                                But now my mouth can never again boast

                                about this among the immortals. I have gone very far off the track,

                                in a wretched and inexcusable way. I have strayed from my noos.

                                255 I got myself a child beneath my girdle, having slept with a male mortal.

                                As for him [the child], the moment he sees the light of the sun,

                                Nymphs, living in the mountains and wearing low-slung girdles, will raise him

                                —Nymphs that live on this great and fertile mountain.

                                They associate neither with mortals nor with immortals,

                                260 they live for a long time, and they eat immortal food.

                                They put on a beautiful song and dance, even by the standards of the immortals.

                                They mate with Seilênoi[27] or with the sharp-sighted Argos-killer,

                                making love [philotês] in the recesses of lovely caves.

                                When they are born, firs and oaks with lofty boughs

                                265 spring out of the earth, that nurturer of men.

                                Beautiful trees, flourishing on high mountains,

                                they stand there pointing to the sky, and people call them the sacred places

                                of the immortal ones. Mortals may not cut them down with iron.

                                But when the fate [moira] of death is at hand for them,

                                270 these beautiful trees become dry, to start with,

                                and then their bark wastes away, and then the branches drop off,

                                and, at the same time, the psûkhê goes out of them, as it leaves the light of the sun.

                                These [the Nymphs] will raise my son, keeping him in their company.

                                And when adolescence [hêbê], full of loveliness, first takes hold of him,[28]

                                275 the goddesses [the Nymphs] will take him here to you and show you your child.

                                As for you, in order that I may tell you in the proper order everything that I have in my phrenes,

                                I too will come back to you as the fifth anniversary approaches, bringing you your son.

                                And the moment you see this young seedling [Aineias/Aeneas] with your eyes,

                                you will be happy to look at him. For he will be very godlike.

                                280 And straightaway you shall take him to windy Ilion.

                                And if any mortal human asks you

                                what mother got your philos son beneath her girdle,

                                keep in mind [root mnê-] to tell him as I command you.

                                Say that he is the offspring of one of the flower-faced Nymphs

                                285 who live on this beautiful mountain, shaded over by forests.

                                But if you say out loud and boast, with a thûmos bereft of phrenes,

                                that you made love [philotês] to the Lady of Kythera, the one with the beautiful garlands,

                                then Zeus in his anger will smite you with a smoking thunderbolt.

                                Now then, everything has been said to you. You take note [verb of noos] in your phrenes.

                                290 And refrain from naming me. Avoid the mênis of the gods.”

                                So saying, she bolted away towards the windy sky.
                                Crying "cherry-picking!" with one breath and "diversity!" with the next doesn't work either.~brymble
                                "Sometimes the Light at the End of the Tunnel is really a Cranky Dragon waiting to roast your ass!"

                                In Darkness I Know Myself



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