Showing posts with label poetheme. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetheme. Show all posts

Monday, May 23, 2016

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.

see
theoi.com

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



#mpy #poetheme #ripple #mythopo #amwriting #poetry #MondayBlogs #MondayMorning #MyTwoWordAddiction

Friday, May 13, 2016

EMBODYING PRESENCE or What does it mean, "rise from the dead" ?




WHAT COLORS THE WORLD REAL


The secret a not-knot carries
is that it is what precisely

neither is nor is not—both and— 


an infinity is left behind— a coming
rises out of the black, a personal spark
having gotten into it.


Call the not-knot a blue bag
old woman carried (empty)
for effect, to leave infinity behind.


What is missing in it,  […].
Call these unspeakables your
creative core; call them abject


call their body what gives life
it's body, missing eros
added back.


So, add something back…a trace
return in a word adding
something to the scene—


let other’s feel it— you
absently present
after you’ve gone.

©2016
Chroma Soma xx stephanipope mythopoetry.com
monsters & bugs poetry series







notes



1. What is real? Life is real. Life has happened.  You have happened.  In psychology, Jung gave us some advice about this. Read what he suggests.


2. Chroma,
from the Greek khroma, “color” + some from the Greek soma, meaning the body, or that word-forming element meaning “the body”; taken together they make up the word chromosome, so named because chromosomal structures contain a substance that stains readily with basic dyes.  An embodied presence colors the world real.

3.. Poetheme: kundalini's creative core, complexity, eukaryotics and woman the egg maker.


4..  All cells store DNA.  The difference between the two general types of cells, prokaryotic cells and eukaryotic cells is in how DNA is stored. Discover the difference between prokaryotic cells and eukaryotic cells

5.  Just for fun construct a cell

6.  In the beginning, when the earth was not yet cooled but cooling, prokaryotic cells formed into life. But not only do we owe our lives to them,  they colored the earth blue!  Watch this really cool video to earn more about prokaryotic cells and the beginning of life on earth.

Thursday, March 10, 2016

#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

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

THE WHITE BEAUTY: MYTH OF THE VAGINAL SOUL

























BEAUTIFULLY WHITE THE VAGINAL SOUL


winged anima spread
finds her animus seated
drug by its own hair


©2015 The Last Winter Moon stephaniepope mthopoetry.com
#poetheme #prompt #mpy #vss




notes

1. For an interesting missive on animus mythos see Gregory Smith, The Myth of the Vaginal Soul at https://web.duke.edu/classics/grbs/FTexts/44/Smith.pdf

Saturday, April 12, 2014

APRIL POETRY



APRIL WINDOW

To write hokku one should live in a house which either has a leaky roof or one with the potential of leaking. ~R.H. Blyth


WINDOW IN THE ROOF OVERHEAD
EYE HOLE JUST ABOVE A BRIDAL BED

WHERE THE ROOF LEAKS IN
THE GODHEAD CRYSTALLINE


©2014 “April Window” stephaniepope mythopoetry.com


notes
Micropoetry:  #poetheme  #window #mythopoetics

Basho wrote: A spring rain/a roof leak trickles/down the wasps' nest . (R.H. Blyth, trans.)

"Poetry is a perfumed wasp, a feathered ladder." -Brian Landis, Feathered Ladder (Fisher King Press, 2014), p. 112. see also  pp. 116-117 for the dual nature of the wasp to transgress mythic boundaries through narrative metalepsis revealing a hidden dialog going on between a world in which one tells and a world of which one tells; truly a wind's eye or wind's hole or window metaphor at work.

image credit: original painting, 1892 by Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, “in Bed-The Kiss”
http://www.wikipaintings.org/en/henri-de-toulouse-lautrec/in-bed-the-kiss-1892
Overlays applied to original image and then set into both round and rounded corner frames by stephanie pope image reproduction ©2014 mythopoetry.com