Showing posts with label micropoetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label micropoetry. Show all posts

Friday, July 8, 2016

FAITH, KNOWLEDGE & DEATH BY FANTASY
























TO STARDUST GO LIGHTLY

            Lasciate ogni speranza, voi ch'entrate.
                               
                                    ~Dante, Canto III, line 9

"Our earth in which we take root is faith. The water
by which we are nourished is hope. The air by which
we grow is love. And the light is aquaintance (gnosis),
by which we ripen to maturity"

                                    ~
Gospel of Philip, 79:25-32



Wretched apart in the art—fall
heaped like an ab-sensed hope
(t)racing the hoop of heaven 



©2016 Verloren Hoop stephanie pope mythopoetry.com
           
Prompt 136 #SenseWrds @SemperSum @PromptAttn




 NOTES


1. Dante senses in Canto III, line 9 the kind of hope one has must deepen in/to a new mode of seeing the world: “Abandon all hope ye who enter here.” This awareness becomes a little clearer in the next few lines of Canto III.


Qui si convien lasciare ogni sospetto;
ogni viltà convien che qui sia morta.
Lines 14-15

Here must all distrust be left behind;
all cowardice must be ended.


Variant translation: Here one must leave behind every image of hope for such images double as a defense against a pneumatic experience  or “knowing”of divine nature or what Derrida calls “metaphysics of pure presence”. Avoiding this leave-taking amounts to an act of cowardice; such defense must meet its death Dante’s poem says.

So a deepening inward means first an imaginal act whereby all images have no outer reference and secondly, to achieve an entirely new way of seeing, at the same time one is crossing over the inner threshold, one must accept a specific death by fantasy.  Death by fantasy means from here onward Dante will be soul or psyche lead.

And yet, Dante is carrying a kind of negative hope, a forlorn hope, a verloren hoop, as he begins his inner journey toward a poetic mode of seeing. This mode of seeing is the always and already “first way” and the always already forgotten and/or abandoned and/or lost world of the infant soul yet to ignite in Dante’s own heart. The image, "infant soul" signs a kind of present yet to presence or reveal itself.

To understand this poetic insight one must understand what it means to be forlorn.  One way to look more deeply is to consider the etymology of the word, “forlorn”.  It is here you will find the image of the verloren hoop.


2.  For the notion of the trace racing the design, see the writings of Jacques Derrida. Wiki provides the following picture of what is meant by (t)race: “ ‘the always-already hidden’ contradiction”

Trace can be seen as an always contingent term for a "mark of the absence of a presence, an always-already absent present", of the ‘originary lack’ that seems to be "the condition of thought and experience". Trace is a contingent unit of the critique of language always-already present: “language bears within itself the necessity of its own critique”.[3] Deconstruction, unlike analysis or interpretation, tries to lay the inner contradictions of a text bare, and, in turn, build a different meaning from that: it is at once a process of destruction and construction. Derrida claims that these contradictions are neither accidental nor exceptions; they are the exposure of certain “metaphysics of pure presence”, an exposure of the “transcendental signified” always-already hidden inside language. This “always-already hidden” contradiction is trace.
 

3.  More lines from Dante

4. More on the discourse between psyche and pneuma, faith and gnosis


5.  The fantasy image that helped write this poem is never mentioned in the poem; it is that of  a forlorn wing. This is the same image in active imagination that helped write the poem, Ad Mortuos. (2010)  This poem was made into song and incorporated into dance in a Brainwave Performance April 26, 2015

Friday, April 29, 2016

BACK TO BLACK #poetrymonth #napomo #napowrimo #mythopo

Adolf Hirémy-HirschlThe Souls of Acheron (1898)



















TO BE OF USE (Ignorance Is Real)

Can you make no use of nothing, nuncle?
 
~Shakespeare, King Lear, Act 1 Scene 4




I tell you
find your way to black
and you have found your way

between.
Languages of the real
uphold the painful

difference.
This no longer a term
distinct relaying

relation.
Black holds apart
the middle in

and through.
Disappearing into
the design de

sign.
Go with it
a sense of being

no thing.


©2016 What Kastalia Saw (the divine spring)
stephaniepope mythopoetry.com

Friday, April 15, 2016

POETRY MONTH #poetrymonth #ohj #mpy







MARCHING PAPERS

Eros harrows my heart: wild gales sweeping …
    ~Sappho, Fragment 42, Michael Burch, trans.





April’s cruelty snatched from me
lines of poetry

no subterfuge, windblown homophone;
no empty wrappers journey alone



©2016 April Is The Cruelest Month stephaniepope mythopoetry.com
#poetrymonth #ohj #mpy

Monday, March 30, 2015

NOTHINGNESS & GOD



















WHAT POETS KNOW



Between chaos and night, by turns
the nothingness




©2015 Fundamental Darkness stephaniepope mythopoetry.com
#micropoetry #mpy #poetheme : between #mythopoetics #vss #2lines #lines #amwriting #poetry





notes

Credits


1. The collage image "Chaos" is  from Ovid, "Metamorphoses".

2. The collage image, "Night" is a painting by August Raynaud.

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

TERPSICHORE NYMPHS & STUFF

 For more glass sculpture by artist, Peter Mandl  see
http://www.petermandl.com/#!glass-scultures/c1aog

























I SAW A SECRET LIFE DOWN THERE



Half past sunset, a beach
a darkly fluid reach
Maggie dancing


©2015 Maggie’s Secret Life
bedtime #vss  #mpy #micropoetry #mythopoetics #lines #3lines #poetry #amwriting #lines #Terpsichore

Sunday, March 22, 2015

SPRING GREEN
























UNDER MY SKIN

         "Follow your schlange" -C.G. Jung


Ore lay between
either and
the likeness shed here.



©2015 Slinging Schlange stephaniepope mythopoetry.com
#lines #3lines #mpy #vss #micropoetry #mythopoetics #amwriting #poetry


Saturday, March 14, 2015

SPRUNG RHYTHM
























WHEN YOU ARE SPRUNG FROM SPRING



Rain whets the appetite
fills the breast pocket
of a flowering life


©2015 High On Happiness stephaniepope mythopoetry.com
#mpy #micropoetry #mythopoetics #vss


notes

Spawning the birth in poetry of free/freed verse, see the writing of Gerald Manly Hopkins for notions of sprung rhythm(s)

Friday, February 6, 2015

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


©2015 Manum Inicere stephaniepope mythopoetry.com
#ohjDailyWords #mythopoetics #2lines #vss #micropoetry


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

Monday, January 26, 2015

GLOBAL STABILITY

The Moon's gravity imparts tremendous energy to the Earth, raising
tides throughout the global oceans.  The quick time animation, courtesy 
of the Scientific Visualization Studio at the Goddard Space Flight Center shows what happens to this energy. What happens is called tidal energy dissipation.  The wind contributes to this energy
conversion supplying  about half(1terawatt or 1 trillion watts) to the process, the tides contribute another 1 terawatt to the process of dissipation.  More
 
























IN THE DEPTH OF SPHERES



unsensed the wind
& moon talk oceans

but with economy
& not about it

not about it
either, oceans

rock
    & roll



©2015 Poetry Chain stephaniepope mythopoetry.com
#poetrychain #micropoetry #mythopoetics #vss

Sunday, January 18, 2015

MAGGIE CAMPBELL BLUES






















SHE COLORS MY HOODOO


Umm, who does ya know comin' down the road?
Well, it look like Maggie, little bit. But she walks too slow


                 ~ Tommy Johnson, Maggie Campbell Blues


Perforce it be true, Maggie
a fork in the road
corn meal salt, dear
lightens the load

Followed your shade here
it brought me this skill
tricks in the road, dear
I'm learnin' still

Perforce it be true, dear
it's given untold
nearer that rider
turnin' it gold

Perforce it be true, Maggie
fork in the road
layin' my salt, dear
lightens the load

©2015 Crossroad Spirit stephaniepope mythopoetry.com
#ohjDailyWords #ohj #poetry #mythopoetics #micropoetry #vss

notes

1. The Lwa imprinted in the crossroad is that to Soba on behalf well-being/health &/wealth
2. For more regarding hoodoo magic and the crossroad spirit see http://www.luckymojo.com/crossroads.html
3. Maggie Campbell Blues written and sung by Tommy Johnson Songwriters: TOMMY JOHNSON, RORY BLOCKMaggie Campbell Blues lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC GROUP, INC 

4. Song Lyrics

Cryin', who did you know
Comin' down the road?
Comin' down the road
Umm, who does ya know
Comin' down the road?
Well, it look like Maggie, little bit
But she walks too, slow

Now, the sun is gonna shine
My back door ov'are the trees
My light due somedays
Ooo-ooo
Come your turn and
My light due someday
And the wind gon' change all
Blow my blues away

Now, cc rider
See what you done, done
See what you done, done
Umm-mmm
Cc rider
See what you done, done
You done made me love you
Now you're through
Tryin'-a throw me down

Well, I'm gon' away, now
Won't be back 'till fall
Won't be back 'till fall
Well, I'm gon' away, now
Won't be back 'till fall
'Till I meet my good gal faror
Won't be back a'tol

Now, who that yonder
Comin' down the road?
Comin' down the road?
Umm-mmm
Who's that yonder
Comin' down the road?
Does it look like Maggie, a little bit
But she walks too, slow.

Umm-mm, goin' baby
Won't be back' till fall
Won't be back' till fall
I'm goin' away, long
I'll be back in fall
Well, I might meet my new gal
But I, I won't be back a'tol.

Thursday, January 15, 2015

APPROACHING DIVINE NATURE

Selu at Qualla Boundary, in NC (Eastern Band Cherokee)
photo credit: public sculpture, Waymark also, more views





















IN MYTHOLOGICAL FIGURES



original being is a pluck spirit
rubbed & ground to grit
no spirit land held in demesne


©2015 Held In Trust stephaniepope mythopoetry.com
#ohjDailyWords #ohj #vss #3lines #micropoetry #mythopoetics


notes

1. For land held in trust see wiki link above on the public lands at Qualla Boundary.
2. For notions of how to get around white mythology and mythic dominants see the blog post at Urocyon's Meanderings, "Selu", March 23, 2010 which provides at least three good sources on examining layers of appropriation when approaching cross cultural boundaries.
3. See Meloukhia's 'What Is 'splainin'? And Why should I Care?
4. See Peggy McIntosh "White Privelege: Unpacking The Invisible Knapsack". Furthermore, by extension,  how does focusing on racism as a primarily "black" issue mask the plight of indigenous peoples?
5. A little language, a little history, a little lifestyle.


Wednesday, January 14, 2015

SEMELE-STIMULA

Bernard Picart,1731
photo credit: wiki

























IN REMARKABLE DEATH


None can look upon the face of god and live
              ~ Dante, Paradiso, canto twenty-one


In a temerity bequeathed her
you inherit corn spirit.

Let her wisdom precede youGo!
Find your father.


©2015 Endless Pleasure stephaniepope mythopoetry.com
#ohjDailyWords #ohj #vss #micropoetry #mythopoetics


notes

1. For depictions of Semele in mythology and in art see Mythography which notes the following:  1.The name, “Semele” is not native to Greek language.  2. Although “there is some controversy about the precise origin of this legendary figure, one thing about Semele is certain - her story….quite popular in Greek myth.” It is a tale of remarkable death.
2. For Semele/Stimula see http://www.mythologydictionary.com/semele-mythology.html  for a scant synopsis of the myth. See also Ovid, “Fasti” trans. Anne Wiseman p. 118 for the ‘stimulae’ (Stimula) version of the myth.
3. Dante uses the myth to warn against temerity when approaching the sacred. See notes for canto twenty-one p 459 of Anthony Esolen’s “Paradise” translation. But also, Dante understands one must approach.
4. To experience the historical soul of indigenous peoples now telling their own narratives about a time of great upheaval that causes the archetypal activism of this feminine principle in the form of images of Selu, the corn maiden or first woman/mother of Cherokee polis to erupt in the visions and dreams of  19thC Cherokee people, visit http://nativeamericannetroots.net/diary/564

5. Handel’s “Semele”

Monday, January 12, 2015

WINDSWEPT STYLES
























THE NORTH WIND



god haunts this predilection
drawn into the shape of love
minus lover


©2015 Boreas stephaniepope mythopoetry.com
#ohjDailyWords, #ohj, #3lines, #vss, #micropoetry #mythopoetics
NOTES

1. PURPLE-WINGED, THE NORTH WIND GOD, BOREAS WAS ALSO CALLED THE GOD OF WINTER WHO OFTEN APPEARS  “as a gust-blowing head with bloated cheeks up among clouds...
frequently found in old maps.

http://www.theoi.com/Titan/AnemosBoreas.html


2. BOREAS AT ATHENS
  http://www.jstor.org/discover/10.2307/3294095?sid=21105056413781&uid=4&uid=3739552&uid=2&uid=3739256



3. JANNSON WIND ROSE, MAP OF THE WINDS
http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:1650_Jansson_Wind_Rose,_Anemographic_Chart,_or_Map_of_the_Winds_-_Geographicus_-_Anemographica-jannson-1650.jpg

AND BIRDS SING























LOCAL VOCAL


pastel dawn in thin light
lyrebird darts from under
thick & woody cover
& hummers hover


©2015 Coral Choral stephaniepope mythopoetry.com
#ohjDailyWords #ohj #unpair#vss #micropoetry #mythopoetics #4lines



Thursday, January 8, 2015

THE HOTOT RABBIT
























WITH NO EVIL EYE


Tot’s eye of fancy
in a paroxysm of play
fixed upon me 



©2015 SEE NO EVIL stephaniepope mythopoetry.com
#ohjDailyWords #vss #micropoetry #mythopoetics



notes

HOTOT  is pronounced hoe-toe.

1. For a list of one-eyed creatures in mythology and fiction see
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_one-eyed_creatures_in_mythology_and_fiction

2. Regarding hotot dwarf rabbits see
http://animal-world.com/encyclo/critters/rabbits/DwarfHototRabbit.php

Monday, January 5, 2015

JANUARY TONIC



















 A HIGH HEAL


the elderberry after noon
in January


©2015 ELDERBERRY AFTER NOON
stephaniepope mythopoetry.com
#ohjDailyWords #ohj #mythopoetics #2lines #6words #micropoetry


Saturday, January 3, 2015

SATURDAY POETRY


















ANIMAL SPIRIT, VEGETAL SOUL


notes
©2015 Fur & Brrr stephaniepope mythopoetry.com #ohjDailyWords #3lines #10words #micropoetry



Monday, December 15, 2014

FROM THE CUPBOARD OF HESTIA, THE SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS

YESTERDAY I SPENT IN THE KITCHEN BAKING FOR
CHRISTMAS. PICTURED ARE THREE VARIATIONS ON
KIFLE, AN HEIRLOOM COOKIE RECIPE TAUGHT ME.
THE RECIPE, LIKE THE SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS ITSELF,
HANDED ON AND LEARNED BY HEART. AS I PULLED
TRAY AFTER TRAY OF COOKIES FROM THE OVEN, I
BEGAN TO THINK ABOUT THE FIRE OF HESTIA...

































LAST NIGHT I BAKED ANCESTRAL KIFLE



a feast, King Wenceslas pulled in titular
reach, oven door breached
gathering winter's fuel

©2014 Heirloom Poetics stephanie pope mythopoetry.com
#ohj #ohjDailWords #3lines #micropoetry #mythopoetics


notes


Wednesday, November 12, 2014

ODDLY HOSPITABLE NOVEMBER
























NOVEMBER TWEETS




Oddly, hospitable
these junk food transients
rowdy, rained upon chilled words;
driveway friendship, a wimpled nun
shoveling sunshine


©2014 November Tweets stephanie pope mythopoetry.com
#ohjDailyWords, wimple, junk food
#micropoetry #mythopoetics #vss
@TinoBeth @ellejay51 

Sunday, November 9, 2014

NIGHT LANGUAGE, THE ANUNNAKI [THE FEMININE PRINCIPLE] AND THE MYTHOS OF THE DESCENT OF THE SUN GUIDED BY THE HOST OF HEAVEN

























IN THE ANATOMY PERSONIFIED


the middle
one affair, sits atop
a model blemish on the middle class/ic


© 2014 Solar Hero stephanie pope mythopoetry.com
#ohjDailyWords middle class and blemish #3lines #vss #mythopoetics #micropoetry


notes

1. ANUNNAKI AS A PERSONIFIED NOTION BELONGING TO A MYTHOS AND STANDING FOR AN IDEA, A NOTION THAT PLANETARY, TUTELARY CHTHONIC SPIRIT GUIDES GUIDE THE CHARIOT OF THE SUN AS IT MAKES ITS ANNUAL, DAILY AND SEASONAL ROUNDS, I.E. “A SOLAR CIRCUIT”.   THE MYTH OF THE SOLAR HERO IN THE SOUL-MAKING OF THE SUN [OF GOD and GODS] SUGGESTS THE SUN PASSES THROUGH  SEVEN GATES BY WAY SEVEN TUTELARY GUIDES, THE ANUNNAKI. THE ANUNNAKI GUARD THESE GATES LEADING TO AN UNDERWORLD BUT AN UNDERWORLD IMAGINED AS “NIGHT” AND “SPACE”—BOTH. SPACE SUCH AS THAT FROM WHICH DREAMS ARE MADE ARE THE [MIND]STUFF OF MYTH-DREAMS AND BELONG TO “NIGHT LANGUAGE”, IMAGES WITH EARTHLY APPEARANCES BUT REPRESENTATIVE OF THIS OTHER SIDE OF SOMEWHERE, THE NOWHERE OF NONLOCALITY TO WHICH THE WORD, “CHTHONIC” REFERS. FOR MORE ON THIS IMAGE IN SOUL-MAKING AND TO SEE AN AESTHETIC REPRESENTATION OF THE ANUNNAKI VISIT http://www.truthbeknown.com/anunnaki.htm

2. FOR PHOTO SEE http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Criticism_of_capitalism