#OHJ FEBRUARY DAILY WORDS

IN THE GARDEN OF FEBRUARY

THERE ARE CARDINAL TREES
HEART-FELT & RED LUSCIOUS
WITH ELBOW ROOM

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THE FORGE IN THE HEART

Cupid's Forge, Edward Burne-Jones, 1861

FEBRUARY'S POETRY

In Cupid's forge
soul heats up.

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notes

1. Assemble of Foules, Chaucer (Assembly of Fowls)

“Under a tree, beside a welle, I seye,
Cupide our Lorde, his arrows forge and file;
And at his feet his bow already lay;
And wel his doughter tempred al the while
The heddes in the welle; and with her wile
She couched hem after, as they should serve
Some to slee and some to wound and kerve,
Couched and arrayed in order sorted”

2.  During the Apollonic era of western civilization, Thalia retained the highest metaphor assigned as the era’s collective soul or inner image-pattern, “the music of the spheres”. The heart itself is a metaphor for the inner life of Thalia or soul-making's aesthetic, "poetic" sense. Each heart has its own intellect. One must bring one’s own intellect into Cupid’s Forge and into the service of Thalia’s psyche-making. And, as one can see from the painting, Thalia’s home lies within a fundamental darkness whereby Cupid’s crimson supplies bright love.

Then, too, I may suppose, should I lose contact with this soul of Thalia whereby a fundamental darkness roots me in the service of this other making, a making which allows her soul to displays its sense to me, the image of Thalia singing the music of the spheres would render—not Thalia but a Silent Thalia. I will not have heard her soul’s inner life singing within my heart its own soul logical felt-sense.

It is in such moments one’s own egoic desires must die back, become pruned like a vine or shorn like a lamb; one must become small again like a child in service to the inner life’s mastery and its space where her dark blossoming may bring new likeness into bloom and fruits in fleshed soul-making.

HEART FELT :: FELT HEART

MY VALENTINE

romantic sot
besotted felt
with cheer


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FEBRUARY HOODOO: "HARDY" AND "HEARTY" Oddly Heart-felt Journey #ohj

"...DESCENT INTO THE MYSTERY OF THE ARTICLE...SENSING THE CRUCIALITY AND THE MYSTERY OF THE INFERENTIAL 'AS'." - David L. Miller, Hells, p. 98

TO THY SANDAL'S LAUGHTER

I Sing! Your sly Hermes winged far-away boot
bring now in travels thy luck & thy loot

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BIRTHING APRIL

PRIMAVERA, tempera on wood, Sandro Botticelli, c. 1477–82
courtesy Uffizi Gallery, Florence.

“Mars [Ares] also you may not know was formed by my arts.”
                                       -Ovid, Fasti  (5.229ff trans. Boyle)

FLORA'S STORY

one kiss thy arts will bring by name you him
and tell us how you fill thy garden trim

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notes

1. Manum inicere literally translates to put a hand into or onto something. For more on this term, intertextuality in ars poetica and more see Charles Burrough’s “Talking With Goddesses: Ovid’s Fasti and Boticelli’s Primavera in Word and Image: A Journal of Verbal and Visual Inquiry http://www.academia.edu/1590773/_Talking_with_goddesses_Ovid_s_Fasti_and_Botticelli_s_Primavera._
2. For Ovid’s telling of the myth of Chlôris/Flora see Ovid, Fasti 5. 193 ff (trans.Boyle) the myth is as follows:

"The goddess [Flora] replied to my questions, as she talks, her lips breathe spring roses: ‘I was Chloris, whom am now called Flora. Latin speech corrupted a Greek letter of my name. I was Chloris, Nympha of the happy fields [Elysion], the homes of the blessed (you hear) in earlier times. To describe my beauty would mar my modesty: it found my mother a son-in law god. It was spring, I wandered; Zephyrus (the West Wind) saw me, I left. He pursues, I run: he was the stronger; and Boreas gave his brother full rights of rape by robbing Erechtheus' house of its prize [Oreithyia]. But he makes good the rape by naming me his bride, and I have no complaints about my marriage.

‘I enjoy perpetual spring: the year always shines, trees are leafing, the soild always fodders. I have a fruitful garden in my dowered fields, fanned by breezes, fed by limpid fountains. My husband filled it with well-bred flowers, saying: "Have jurisdiction of the flower, goddess." I often wanted to number the colours displayed, but could not: their abundance defied measure.

‘As soon as the dewy frost is cast from the leaves and sunbeams warm the dappled blossom, the Horae (Seasons) assemble, hitch up their coloured dresses and collect these gifts of mine in light tubs. Suddenly the Charites (Graces) burst in, and weave chaplets and crowns to entwine the hair of gods. I first scattered new seed across countless nations; earth was formerly a single colour. I first made a flower from Therapnean blood [Hyakinthos the hyacinth], and its petal still inscribes the lament. You, too, narcissus, have a name in tended gardens, unhappy in your undivided self. Why mention Crocus, Attis or Cinyras' son, from whose wounds I made a tribute soar?’"


http://www.theoi.com/Nymphe/NympheKhloris.html

THE MENACE OF GIANTS & FLESH OF YMIR

Frank Hurley photograph of the ship, Endurance, August, 1915

"The ice is rafting up to a height of 10 or 15 ft. in places, the opposing floes are moving against one another at the rate of about 200 yds. per hour. The noise resembles the roar of heavy, distant surf. Standing on the stirring ice one can imagine it is disturbed by the breathing and tossing of a mighty giant below" – Sir Ernest Shackleton, Trans-Antarctica Expedition 1914 - 1917

A GHOST SHIP LIVES

Behind each salient pressure hummock
where 20 flashes blink, a still craves time.


There time, wearing thin shows ice closing in
round Endurance having yet to sink.


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notes


1. For excerpts of Shackelton’s journey to Antarctica in 1915 and for Frank Hurley’s August, 1915 image of the Endurance taken at night in the Antarctic winter darkness while trapped in the Weddell Sea, go to http://www.coolantarctica.com/Antarctica%20fact%20file/History/Ernest%20Shackleton_Trans-Antarctic_expedition2.htm

2. Norse mythology’s name for the great "first" or archetypal giant is Ymir. Ymir translates as something akin to groaning. Shackleton writes in his diary how the sound of the permafrost moving underneath the trapped ship sounds like a great giant awakening from a disturbed sleep. For more on Norse mythology see http://norse-mythology.org/

OF CHAOS, EROS & EARTH: ‘A Crown Of Gold’ Is A Curious Work

William Etty, Pandora Crowned by the Seasons, 1824

…the Olympian carpenter, created a ‘crown of gold’ …On it was much curious work, wonderful to see; for of the many creatures which the land and sea rear up, he put most upon it, wonderful things, like living beings with voices: and great beauty shone out from it. –Hesiod, Theogony

DICKERSON: People basically on the left and right feel like the system is rigged and that the wealthy have the upper hand.

NOONAN:  … it's interesting that they're talking about this. And I think it has to do with the fact that people in America understand that the poor now are stuck in a way they haven't been in the past and have various reasons that they can't rise, and somebody's got to look at that, because it's kind of unAmerican that you can't rise, you know. So, it's an essential issue.

-CBS News, Face the Nation Transcripts February 1, 2015

“To Pandora, the earth, because she bestows all things necessary for life."
                             -note attributed to Hipponax on Aristophanes' The Birds

SUPPOSE THE GOD OF LOVE WHO DIED DRAWS US, SUPPOSE THE CHASM DRAWS US IN TO SHAPE THAT; SUPPOSE

people must rise
their rhythm of arisen
must rise; give up a crowning ghost

indeed, a cold old mist
already shades in their
movements the older ones

long gone
run on―Pandoran;
numen

is a hissing hostess
a deep nature
twinkling

& you are not what happens
but here, in your ghost
you are this golden guest


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notes

1. For an interesting turning of the myth of Pandora see http://pandoras-box.hubpages.com/hub/The-Story-of-Pandoras-Box

2. For the “EarthRise” image— the Earth rising over the moon's horizon as seen firsthand by the 1968 Apollo 8 crew see http://www.space.com/24038-nasa-recreates-apollo-earthrise-video.html

3. For the Face The Nation transcripts see http://www.cbsnews.com/news/face-the-nation-transcripts-february-1-2015-graham-durbin-baker/

4. For the acoustic image, “ghost-host-guest” see David L. Miller, “Hells & Holy Ghosts: A Theopoetics Of Christian Belief” New Orleans: Spring Journal, p.109.