EPIC HOLIDAY #ohjpæan

NO SILENT NIGHT

holidays at our house epic
a peal of surreal cachinnation


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SCENT-ENCING HERA'S EYES: ODORS OF (DE)LIGHT

Jessie Arms Botke The Peacock (1931)Oil and gold leaf on canvas (34 x 40 inches)

RE VISIONING HERA'S EYES

ONCE UPON A TIME...

                          IN GRECO-ROMAN IMAGINATION HERA'S EYES, THE STARS, ADORNED THE VAULT OF THE DOMAIN OF ZEUS, HEAVEN UNTIL HERMES AS ARGEIPHONTES, SLAYER OF THE ARGUS FLITS AMONG THE STARS, DARKENING THE BROW OF ZEUS WHO PLOTS.  HERA, EMPLOTTING TOO, GIVES THIS STARLIGHT TO THE LASHES OF THE PEACOCK'S TAIL.  HOW?  LET THE POEM TELL THE STORY FROM HERE...


ARGUS PANOPTES SIMULACRUM
FIREFLY LIT
ALLURINGLY COME
WHEN ARGEIPHONTES FLIT
BEJEWELING HERA'S LASHES


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notes

ARGUS – ALL EYES; PANOPTES-ALL-SEEING ATTRIBUTE OF THE GOD, HELIOS; ARGEIPHONTES-ARGUS-SLAYER, SAID OF HERMES
Jessie Arms-Botke biography and artwork http://www.jessiearmsbotkegallery.com/jessiebotkebiography.html
you tube video on peacocks https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CQdc6fakRto


Enjoy the video!

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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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

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NOTES

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