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Unutterably long time without them
Circe kissed him, as her tears fell like rain on a sunny day, foreshadowing Phalanthos, son of Aratos and Aithra his bride when they were at their lowest and all seemed lost. It hurt most that he was...
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See that you are devouring each other
The hungry sailors put in at the three-foot isle, after days of calm skies and steady breeze. Had it not been for their rumbling bellies, they’d just have continued straight on to Ithaka. Bellies have...
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End, until she lets go with her hand
Odysseus struggled to keep his breath, as the pale horses in the waves sought to crush him with their darting feet and the depths drag him back down to Haides’ lair. Overhead the black clouds spat...
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Ends of my words: twofold is the truth
The screams faded and he was again in the cave of Kalypso, purple-eyed worker of textile wonders. She was showing off her latest masterpiece to their newly arrived guest, who studied the tapestry...
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Them and makes ready the evil feast
Drepane, the sickle-shaped isle, was once named Makris, and in days to come shall be known to the race of men as Korkyra. Before even the autochthons inhabited it, the Nurse of Bakchos was driven from...
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How both tall trees and fishes of the sea
The wine and roast meat lulled Odyssey to sleep, and he was sleeping still when the hospitable Phaiakians carried him to the harbor and dumped him in the boat carrying empty clay amphorae back to...
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Endued with form and separate from each other
As Odysseus, still disguised, examined the double-headed axe mounted on the pillar, and studiously lined up the shot, his fingers itched to pull back the string of the mighty bow which no man there...
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Mighty Strife was nurtured in its members
Beginning with Antinous, Hermes of the golden wand, ghostguider and dreaminducer, led the suitors on a long and winding trip far from their mangled corpses, like flitting bats departing a cave. The...
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“Your eyes are open and you see them.”
The poet steps out from behind the vermillion curtains, white greasepaint hiding his face but not the madness in his eyes. He bows humbly and says: “That’s all folks, our story has reached its end. I...
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Epilogue in Sicily
Since the titles of these poems (and the Nekyia discourse) come from the fragments of Empedokles I thought it appropriate to say a little something about the man. Empedokles of Akragas was a Sicilian...
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Look Closer.
I will leave the entirety of Wine Dark up until the Noumenia, after which you will simply have to purchase a physical copy if you want to reread it. How many times did you spot the phrase “Your eyes...
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Sannion, what should I listen to while reading your Bacchic Orphic Odyssey?
Echo & The Bunnymen’s Ocean Rain, definitely. Or maybe some Mani Deum. Lots of Neofolk music would provide pleasant accompaniment. Just be careful, they say the stuff’s a Gateway.
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Back in action
Hello everyone. I’ve had a very productive hiatus from blogging, and will be releasing 4-6 books within the next couple months as a result. Most of these are part of the boukoloi training program I’ve...
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A timely reflection
All you can do is what you can do One of my favorite stories about the Ptolemies comes down to us from the Roman author Claudius Aelianus who compiled his Varia Historia or Historical Miscellany in the...
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Is everybody in? The Game is about to begin.
Yeah, I said I was going to wait to scrub the blog until the noumenia but inspiration struck and I’m itching to start work on this new mystery project, so fuck it. Consistency is the hobgoblin of small...
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0. It is a trivial and chance circumstance that you should be the reader of...
“Who are you?” Orpheus in a trance inquired of the Egg that hovered before him alone in the vast emptiness. One side was black, the other white, and it was encircled by a snake with red and black...
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1. I am not sure that I exist, actually. I am all the writers that I have...
Dionysos reached manhood reared by the dance-loving, spear-clashing Warriors who taught him virtue and valor and everything needed to be always victorious in battle, even against uncountable foes. But...
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