Friday, October 31, 2014

THAT TWIN THING : Beautiful Appearances In The World Of Dreams


























THE MASTERSINGER SINGS ESTATIC SUNSHINE



All poetic art and poeticizing is nothing but interpreting true dreams.
                                   ~Hans Sachs, Die Meistersinger

Lasciate ogni speranza, voi ch'entrate
/abandon all hope, you who enter here
                                   ~
Dante, Canto III, line 9

A certain sadness, sunshine
whose aesthetic world intoxicated, dreams
night language sunshine shed.

Intoxication thus benighted
ecstatic is the head
struck by Apollon.


©2014 Delighted Anatomy stephanie pope mythopoetry.com
#ohjDailyWords #ohj #mythopoetic estatic, sunshine


notes

The beautiful appearance of the world of dreams, in whose creation each man is a complete artist, is the condition of all plastic art, indeed, as we shall see, an important half of poetry. We enjoy the form with an immediate understanding, all shapes speak to us, nothing is indifferent and unnecessary.

For all the very intense life of these dream realities, we nevertheless have the thoroughly disagreeable sense of their illusory quality. At least that is my experience. For their frequency, even normality, I can point to many witnesses and the utterances of poets. Even the philosophical man has the presentiment that this reality in which we live and have our being is an illusion, that under it lies hidden a second quite different reality. And Schopenhauer specifically designates as the trademark of philosophical talent the ability to recognize at certain times that human beings and all things are mere phantoms or dream pictures.

Now, just as the philosopher behaves in relation to the reality of existence, so the artistically excitable man behaves in relation to the reality of dreams. He looks at them precisely and with pleasure, for from these pictures he fashions his interpretation of life; from these events he rehearses his life. This is not merely a case of agreeable and friendly images which he experiences with a complete understanding. They also include what is serious, cloudy, sad, dark, sudden scruples, teasing accidents, nervous expectations, in short, the entire “divine comedy” of life, including the Inferno — all this moves past him, not just like a shadow play, for he lives and suffers in the midst of these scenes, yet not without that fleeting sensation of illusion. And perhaps several people remember, like me, amid the dangers and terrors of a dream, successfully cheering themselves up by shouting: “It is a dream! I want to dream it some more!” I have also heard accounts of some people who had the ability to set out the causal connection of one and the same dream over three or more consecutive nights. These facts are clear evidence showing that our innermost beings, the secret underground in all of us, experiences its dreams with deep enjoyment, as a delightful necessity.

~ Frederick Nietzsche, The Birth Of Tragedy (1871), Ian Johnston translator
excerpt taken from section 1-14
see http://denisdutton.com/nietzsche.htm

Thursday, October 30, 2014

APOLLO AND RAVEN SOUL























IN THY SOUL, RAVEN



“Such then is the condition of us mortals: to these and to like vicissitude of fortune are we born; so much so, that we cannot be sure of anything, no, not even that a person is dead…the soul of Aristeas was seen to fly out of his mouth, under the form of a raven.” Pliny The Elder, Ch 53, “Persons Who Have Come To Live Again”, pp. 210-11

Traversing sacred space
near the beginning
near the end
sepulcher empty

a battle and a throne―
in medial space soul wanders!
your raven spirit, Koronis
oracles unfaithful parentage.

In a nymph of healing forces
where water flows everlasting
life not drowned, still glows, for knowing love
and loving knowing give birth differently.

Given in birth differently, thy soul, raven
ash heap near the beginning, red and hairy
near the end, oh, spring up, spring up
sepulcher empty

©2014 Spring Up, Spring Up A Bastard Sun stephanie pope mythopoetry.com

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Wednesday, October 29, 2014

FACING AN EYE CUP Symposium Of Mug and Jug





































OF CAVE FACES VINES GROW



GROTESQUE YOUR MUG
MY JUG TOO, COFFIN



©2014 IN CONSPECTU MORTIS stephanie pope mythopoetry.com
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NOTES

1. SEE   http://emajartjournal.files.wordpress.com/2012/08/andrew.pdf ON EYE CUPS AND FOR  NOTIONS OF SYMPOSIUM, CONVIVIALITY AMONG MEN AND EMERGENCE OF "THE OTHER" IN  GREECE, LATE ARCHAIC PERIOD, ANDREW PRENTICE


2. The jug in the picture is by Mitchell Grafton, Demon Inside and is found on pinterest http://www.pinterest.com/pin/268316090271564266/

Saturday, October 25, 2014

A STORY FOR THE SEASON

THE HOBGOBLIN'S HAT
Marc Potts
http://www.marcpotts.co.uk/


























THE HOBGOBLIN'S HAT


Up late at night they sat
and carelessly at that, a book of words
in haste, slipped from table & from chair into the waste.

Moreover that
which seemed a can was more (or less)
or other than, an out of date but magical Hobgoblin’s hat.

Round about or
later on that dire night, words came alive
slipped down halls & pillows into dreams & words climbed out.

That said
under cover overhead & quite aflame
to work that is a work of words ignoring life outside they came.

Then how
upright they sat and how immensely and intensely
under cover overhead where they were read by words they fed.

Oh how
night language differs and persists and
in the morning where a trace remains a story grows from that.


©2014 The Hobgoblin’s Hat stephanie pope mythopoetry.com
#ohjDailyWords #mythopoetics






notes

1. Allysen Gallery song, “Hobgoblin’s Hat”. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TGYIq3vcTBg
2. Marc Potts, artwork, “Hobgoblin’s hat” http://www.marcpotts.co.uk/
3.  Scholar, Ari Berk on hobgoblins http://www.ariberk.com/hobgoblins.html

4. hobgoblin- from "hob" meaning "elf". A hob is a clown or prankster and hence word play in "playing the hob" in soul-making tells another kind of story. see http://www.etymonline.com

THE CELLAR DWELLER AS FRIEND BELOW
























IT GOES WITHOUT SAYING

“I love your heart more than your crown…I will come, and I will sing to you!—But you must promise me one thing!—Tell no one that you have a little bird who tells you everything!” 
                                ~The Nightengale, Hans Christian Andersen

VOIR DIRE hobgoblin
rings in the iron bell
singing low-living


©2014 IT GOES WITHOUT SAYING
stephanie pope mythopoetry.com

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NOTES

For more on hobgoblins see Ari Berk http://www.ariberk.com/hobgoblins.html 

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

ROSALIA



















OR WHEN NOTHING IS SHOWING



something gentler & wilder than you
(and always faithful)
sits with ancestral soul underneath
in a dream where she shows her
convivial purse to the celebration
inside and outside
something to dis
plays itself and does...
will,,,has already, the content
like an opening of new wine
in blush, one/half sweet
one/half libation vessel,
empty

and promising fulfillment
the woman in the dream 
like a secret in a sarcophagus
the soul of the place
is already risen in the purse
already a primary face
ascending where god vanishes
in the dream...the way
Theseus did in the myth.

woman in the dream 
alone with her favorite purse,
the old blue opening, opening
how dream images
don't exist yet show their force!

How the purse, a half-sweet vessel
dreaming of wine
deep down
causes inside and outside
never to exist apart.




©2014 THE PURSE stephanie pope mythopoetry.com

ENgraveMENT

"The ceiling up there corresponds with the richness of the human imagination"
- James Hillman






















UP THERE

"...renewal of spirit occurs within an enclosed space
with some sort of ceiling"   ~James Hillman

spiteful spinster
drafty rafters
groan sinister


©2014 FIRST DRAFT stephaniepope mythopoetry.com
THE ODDLY HAIR-RAISING JOURNEY (#ohj OCTOBER POETRY)
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notes

1. See the section on ceilings 79-82, 84. "The Essential James Hillman: A Blue Fire" ed Thomas Moore Great Britain: Routledge, 1989

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

WAKING ECHOES


The whole earth is the tomb of heroic men and their story is not given only on stone over their clay but abides everywhere without visible symbol woven into the stuff of other mens lives.
-Pericles

















AN ODDLY HAIR-RAISING JOURNEY


in mausoleum, sole
one's bottom chatter


©2014 The Wonder of Mausolos stephaniepope mythopoetry.com
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#sixwords, #twolines


notes

1.  Etmyology of mausoleum
mausoleum (n.)  “magnificent tomb” [1540’s] from Latin mausoleum, from Greek Mausoleion, name of the massive marble tomb built 353 B.C.E. at Halicarnassus (Greek city in Asia Minor) for Mausolos, Persian satrap [governors of  large, Persian provinces or satrapies are called satraps] who made himself king of Caria. It was built by his wife (and sister), Artemisia. Counted among the Seven Wonders of the ancient world, it was destroyed by an earthquake in the Middle Ages. General sense of "any stately burial-place" is from c.1600.  [See etmonline.com]

2. The Mausoleum was approximately 45 m (148 ft) in height, and the four sides were adorned with sculptural reliefs, each created by one of four Greek sculptors—Leochares, Bryaxis, Scopas of Paros and Timotheus. The finished structure of the mausoleum was considered to be such an aesthetic triumph that Antipater of Sidon identified it as one of his Seven Wonders of the Ancient World. It was destroyed by successive earthquakes from the 12th to the 15th century. [See wiki]


3. Pausanias adds that the Romans considered the Mausoleum one of the great wonders of the world and it was for that reason that they called all their magnificent tombs mausolea, after it.[see  Fergusson, James (1862) Mausoleum at Halicarnassus: Recently Discovered Remains London: John Murray p. 10.

4. List of “The Seven Wonders of the World” of which the Mausoleum at Halicarnassus is one.