VERTICALITY’S SPACE & THE QUEST: Once A Golden #Ripple Flew #poetheme #mpy

notes

1. Helle = light
    Helle + Phryxos = lightening bolt
    the hooves of KRIOS KHRYSOMALLOS  = thunder
   “where Helle fell” = “let her rip” 
   X = the spot or space where something old repeats but something new can be retrieved

This  is where a rippling effect grew  or “ripped” slashing the sea to reveal what desire lay underneath it 
in the human heart (not to mention what men and women are willing to do/sacrifice to achieve a "falling" not falling under the grip of the darker aspect [i.e. vengeful heart] in this rippling effect ) X marks the spot where soul retrieval can be had and the story can be made new or otherwise.  This making would be an example of mythopoesis. Where this making happens, [where Helle fell "here"] says it is not happening to ego. Ego is responding to the rippling effect of its absence presence and how one turns this psyche-making having recognized it in one's own heart.

2. Ripple, perhaps from Proto-Germanic *rupjan-, from PIE root *reup-, *reub- "to snatch."  Rip, meaning "to slash open" is from 1570s. “Let her rip” (from 1798 and on) means something like "to move with slashing force." But, also “rip” is said of seas (1775 on). (And so, likewise in antiquity this could be said of nereids like Nephele and her daughter Helle as well as the wrath of Ino); when there is a rip in the sea, ripples get rippling. Said of seas, a ripped sea marks the adventure ahead and maybe how desire operates just underneath in the hearts of every quest adventurer.

3. Nephele (nebula or cloud goddess), the mother of Helle & her twin brother, Phrixus, from Phryxos, (Greek) meaning "thrilling or causing shivers”, derived from ripple, sends the ram with the golden fleece, KRIOS KHRYSOMALLOS, a gift to her twin off-spring to save them from the wrath of Ino. (Something to think about is Helle as a shiver or ripple’s missing eros.)

4. Ino, once a mortal queen of Thebes took shape in the human imagination as an image doubling for the goddess Amphitrite.   Amphitrite and the Nereids govern the realm of the titanic, aged sea and its “mermaid singing” as late as the Iliad of Homer and long before she is made wife to Poseidon. (Something to think about are how tears as “mermaid singing” unite and maintain separation between Helle, missing eros & Phryxos)  

5. The Myth of The Birth of KRIOS KHRYSOMALLOS (golden fleeced, Aries) is told by the Roman mythographer, Pseudo-Hyginus (C2A.D.) in his wonder-tale, Fabulae. ( see Fabulae 188 trans. Grant) In the Fabulae, one encounters Theophane.

6. Theophane means something like divine incarnation. In her story she is sought after like Homer’s Penelope by far too many greedy suitors not particularly interested in her but in possessing her wealth. Winning Theophane is a  laying claim by divine right to a divine right, a kind of land-naming and/or land claiming belonging to another realm of insight. Inherent here is a kind of distinct, cold misogyny, too. "Here", the medium of the wondertale, may be the message, a using of the wondertale at the same time disqualifying the source of its wisdom as “knowledge”.

Theophane becomes a divine possession up for grabs by somebody else and not a divine nature (mermaid singing) with outright equality individually held or possessed and necessary to the psychic life of the anima mundi.    There is a spiritual idea, land nam but also a spiritual war and the spoils of warring factions up for grabs inherited in the story.  There is also the notion of a god's revenge for destroying what belongs to no one else ( aka the anima mundi.)  The story will tell of that moment, how people acting out of their baser animal natures, invite those seeking revenge to become wolves.

Pseudo-Hyginus tells us how Theophane (of the realm of mermaid singing before the sea is made “wife”) is turned  by Poseidon into a ewe (apparently she had no say in the matter so it seems to be against her will) and then, as part of the deception lay with her to produce “the golden-fleeced”, Aries (sic) while at the same time turned the people of the land into cattle.  The suitors sail off to retrieve Theophane a little like Homer earlier tells of Menelaus sailing off to retrieve Helen whom Paris had taken back to Troy.  The suitors, finding no people to fight but merely animals to slaughter, begin slaughtering cattle.  Poseidon turns suitors into wolves.  Thusly, is told how Poseidon’s revenge is actually the description of a ripple effect. It is a story revealing how everything human might fall into animal form acting out a terrifyingly cold “shiver” as it conforms to the archetypal grip of an inherited complex at work in the ancestral soul.

Theophane, a most beautiful maiden, was the daughter of Bisaltes. When many suitors sought her from her father, Neptunus [Poseidon] carried her off and took her to the island of Crumissa. When the suitors knew she was staying there, they secured a ship and hastened to Crumissa. To deceive them, Neptunus changed Theophane into a very beautiful ewe, himself into a ram, and the citizens of Curmissa into cattle. When the suitors came there and found no human beings, they began to slaughter the herds and use them for food. Neptunus saw that the men who had been changed to cattle were being destroyed, and changed the suitors into wolves. He himself, in ram form, lay with Theophane, and from this union was born the Aries Chrysomallus (Golden-fleeced Ram) which carried Phrixus to Colchis, and whose fleece, hung in the grove of Mars [Ares], Jason took away.

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7.  Amphitrite / https://youtu.be/C7lnQe9yvOA



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THE DARK POOL #poetrymonth #napomo #napowrimo #mythopo

Carvaggio's "Narcissus" 

THE MOMENT ONE SEES THE DARK POOL 
There is another story about Narcissus, less popular indeed than the other, but not without some support. It is said that Narcissus had a twin sister... ~Paus. 9.31-8

What is it like, that likeness in the like of which it imitates in you? ~stephanie pope, Like A Woman Falling, p.46

Let nothing
represence ‘we’
understanding even

the oddness of “it” is
how super egoic things
operate in the spirit of times;

always shape an eye
for an “I” to embody
one’s own sensual soul’s

senses of being
in nonbeing
a soul-making

©2016 The WaterMaiden stephaniepope mythopoetry.com

notes

For The archetypal image of the watermaiden in Greek myth. See Perseus, Tufts: Paus. 9.31 7-9

[7] On the summit of Helicon is a small river called the Lamus.2 In the territory of the Thespians is a place called Donacon （Reed-bed）. Here is the spring of Narcissus. They say that Narcissus looked into this water, and not understanding that he saw his own reflection, unconsciously fell in love with himself, and died of love at the spring. But it is utter stupidity to imagine that a man old enough to fall in love was incapable of distinguishing a man from a man's reflection.

[8] There is another story about Narcissus, less popular indeed than the other, but not without some support. It is said that Narcissus had a twin sister; they were exactly alike in appearance, their hair was the same, they wore similar clothes, and went hunting together. The story goes on that Narcissus fell in love with his sister, and when the girl died, would go to the spring, knowing that it was his reflection that he saw, but in spite of this knowledge finding some relief for his love in imagining that he saw, not his own reflection, but the likeness of his sister.

[9] The flower narcissus grew, in my opinion, before this, if we are to judge by the verses of Pamphos. This poet was born many years before Narcissus the Thespian, and he says that the Maid, the daughter of Demeter, was carried off when she was playing and gathering flowers, and that the flowers by which she was deceived into being carried off were not violets, but the narcissus.

MAN THE POET #poetrymonth #mythopo

Yago De Quay  in Ad Mortuos, a Brainwave Performance April 26, 2015; 
Ad Mortuos is a collaborative work based on a poem by Stephanie Pope

WHENCE SOUL’S PROFOUND REALITY

“We have to conclude, therefore,  that civilization is, in its earliest phases, played. It does not come from play like a baby detaching itself from the womb: it arises in and as play, and never leaves it.”  -Johan Huizinga, Dutch Historian

Homo Ludens, man the player, state of grace
(smoke/pain) . (thunder/them) . (milk/shine) . (undone/forever) repeat forever/remembers[1]

round is the divine play, the ludus amoris, the milky shine/reflection in a state of struggle smoky pain/( his) version of them thundering through his consciousness―a reflection


hippo athanatoi
(struggle/onset )
(absence/repeating)

repeating repeatedly
what seems forever
yet in cessation, an achievement

entropy
a measure
of the number

of specific realizations
(alternating between) or
mythopoesis


©2016 Played Not Playing stephaniepope mythopoetry.com



notes

1. `J. HUIZINGA, Homo Ludens, Routledge & Kegan Paul Ltd, 1955, p. 173
2. Yago De Quay

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[1] The line is a subject heading from an email exchange between poets, Richard Lance Scow Williams, David Jewell and myself.

#BENEATH : A Poetheme

BENEATH A POETHEME
"The logics that create the surface of the story
          are never the story." -Maggie Macary

I.

A root formation
you

Old Moon, and I
beneath you

Being of the one dream
a creature of creation, too


II

Old Moon
a hidden thrust in core and crust

Beneath you
freezing and thawing

Has begun
in trees to run


III.

Old Moon
dreaming in that language,

Piñon 
pine

Beneath you,
something new


IV.

Sore
piñon pine

Sings
crow

Your deep stone rhythm
pocks my breast

Repeats
beneath my rest Old Moon                  

  ©2016 Root Formation stephaniepope mythopoetry.com



notes
1. The introduction to "March Moon" ( to read the full essay see http://www.mythopoetry.com/mythopoetics/essay_moon_mar.html )

For The Love of a Woman

by stephanie pope published 03/13/09 Pt 3 March Moon A Cite For Sore Eyes After a while, one starts thinking in that language, dreaming in that language, as well as speaking in that language, and the behavior becomes different.  --J. J. Jameson

These essays around the full moon are inspired by a thought whose soul wonders what it is to reflect the mind of winter. Seeing the moon one gentle evening, this thinking began to imagine the moon had seen a good portion of the ghost world of what came and went many times over throughout countless eons long past. Thereupon perhaps something might remain in these ‘other world’ remains winter minds still and this might be of value and import to us now in our own life resolve. Whereupon our world, too, in the way it remains predisposed to reflect such mythic thoughts always and once more and imaginally so, we might then begin again to share the soul of this world with each other, being of the one dream and begun from within creative life’s image and likeness creatures of creation too. So this now is the imaginal route retraced that brings to me in contemplation likenesses for the ‘mind of winter’ and bears these through the first to this last of the winter-moon essays for this series.

2. "The logics that create the surface of the story are never the story." -Maggie Macary, "Cultural Mythology, A Methodology

A WOMAN WITH AN UNUSUAL PET

BRITOMARTIS

blessed she fled
foul to fish


©2015 Soft Terror In Six Words stephaniepope mythopoetry.com

In SIX WORDS or fewer, write a story about a woman with an unusual pet. #6words  @Kelsye 

notes
The poem is titled “soft terror” to accent the early origin of this goddess in the mythologem of the mountain mother, Artemis. The Mother of Mountains is perhaps the earliest aspect of the Cretan goddess.  Given this context makes her “unusual” pet one that possesses the demon-like features of the gorgon.

A BOULDER ON HIS SHOULDER

ON A HILLSIDE IN THE UNDERWORLD

STARTING OVER
SISYPHUS LABORS
STILL

©2015 UNENDING STEPHANIEPOPE MYTHOPOETRY.COM
In SIX WORDS or fewer, write a story about starting over. #6words #writeprompt @Kelsye  ____________________
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