we are not so different when they break you apart I will be here to collect each piece not to soothe your naked heart but to give closure to now-ashen limbs recollecting the time I sang for you and your tears fell like overripe grapes from their twisting, tangled vines I wrote these verses while … Continue reading More Binds than Separates
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Dionysiodotes
each press of char and bone against divine skin the pool of ash yet warm your hands seeking unity until they are caked in it gathering the remnants of body like single notes into harmonic one the light still shining down burning with the fire of spent worlds of planets singed by Titanic suns life destroyed, all destroyed save the heart unremitting you heal the melodies your lips … Continue reading Dionysiodotes
Apollon and Plague
So [Khrúsēs] spoke in prayer, and Phoibos Apollo heard him, and strode down along the pinnacles of Olympos, angered in his heart, carrying across his shoulders the bow and the hooded quiver; and the shafts clashed on the shoulders of the god walking angrily. He came as night comes down and knelt then apart and … Continue reading Apollon and Plague
Death and What’s Best
A post from Sententiae Antiquae caught my eye a few days ago due to Apollon, and eerily, I kept thinking about it while reading the Platonic Theology due to several passages. Plutarch, Consolatio ad Apollonium 108-109: “Pindar says of Agamedes and Trophonius that they built a temple of Apollo and asked the god for a reward. He … Continue reading Death and What’s Best
Who Is the Poet?
Here are two different translations of the final bit of Proclus' Essay 5 (K69.10-19), on the Republic. What I find interesting in the translation choices — not knowing Ancient Greek — is the word choice between sin and failing. It's also interesting how the first translation separates out the hymns for the Gods from those … Continue reading Who Is the Poet?
Heads Become (OK, Are) Roots
I read the final 108 translated pages of Proclus' Commentary on Plato's Timaeus yesterday. It took about six hours, and I was so excited about it that it was difficult to sleep — well worth it, though, as several months ago when I was in the thick of harmonic ratios, it seemed like the words … Continue reading Heads Become (OK, Are) Roots
Some more on my monthly divination approach
Apart from the community-oriented divination that I've started to do every three months, I ask other kinds of questions during my divination routine every month. Here's a bit more about my approach (namely, the types of questions and some rationale), followed by a concrete example. One of my blocks with doing divination when I was … Continue reading Some more on my monthly divination approach
Offspring of the Gods — Something from Proclus’ Commentary on Plato’s TIMAEUS
The passage below is of great theological interest. Previously on this blog, I have mentioned that being in the train of a God is not particularly unique because it could be said about each and every person, and this is yet another passage that deals with that. It's also striking to me looking at this … Continue reading Offspring of the Gods — Something from Proclus’ Commentary on Plato’s TIMAEUS
Black Holes, Chanting That Apollon Boreas Thing, Symbols, and Poetry
Apollon who gleams, who fills us up like a basin —what light within lightlessness?The ancients wrote that all could be illumined —but what illumination for the edge beyond which lightdances eternal with itself alone, bound and liberated,unseen by all, where space dances out timeand time ricochets oracular in the darkest stars?Does it mean that the … Continue reading Black Holes, Chanting That Apollon Boreas Thing, Symbols, and Poetry
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