(musings from an upstart crow)
…two coins of the same side,
but which was day and which night?
who is mourning, who was right?
I never wanted to be Guenevere,
but the part of Morgan Le Fay
had already been cast and understudied
by the time I rolled around
too much sweetness just leads to decay
too much dreaming
drags us into the
current and tide
to crash upon the rocks
victims of our own siren song
there was never anyone else
it was only ever an echo…
Myth of the Day:
The Lorelei is a rock in the Rhine near St. Goar which is associated with several legendary tales. The tale appears in many forms, but is best known through a poem by Heinrich Heine that begins “Ich weiss nicht was soll es bedeuten” (which means in English, “I don’t know what to make of it”). In the commonest form of the story, the Lorelei rock is a maiden who threw herself into the Rhine in despair over a faithless lover, and became a siren whose voice lured fishermen to destruction. A 13th-century legend entitled Der Marner says that the Nibelungen treasure was hidden beneath the rock. The tale may be connnected with the myth of Holda, queen of the elves. The queen supposedly sits combing her locks on the Hullenstein, and the man who sees her loses sight of reason, while he who listens is condemned to wander with her for ever. The legend, which Clement Brentano claimed as his own invention when he wrote his poem ?Zu Bacharach am Rheine” in his novel of Godwi (1802), bears all the marks of popular mythology. In the 19th century it formed material for a great number of songs, dramatic sketches, and operas, which are enumerated by Dr Hermann Seeliger in his Loreleysage in Dichtung und Musik (Leipzig-Reudnitz, 1898). The favourite poem with composers was Heine’s, set to music by some twenty-five musicians, the settings by Friedrich Silcher (from an old folk-song) and by Liszt being the most famous.
So here’s an overview of the changes I’ve made.
That was the excuse a friend of mine in high school used when anyone pointed out the fact that he didn’t have a girlfriend.
Or, rather, when he assumed it was being pointed out, because no one I knew was so cruel as to actually say anything of the sort.
Ninety percent of it was just in the reading.
Head held skyward
She intones the sacred rhyme
Silver glinting at her throat
Dagger in hand
The daughter of time
Gazes wellwise
Alert for future echoes
Ripples gifted
From mother to loyal acolyte
Still and quiet
And forgetting her own name
She drinks deeply and
Accepts the burden
Imbibes the water
Which has turned to tears
Swallows them
To make them whole again
(June 2003)
The Arizona Daily Star apparently has a smartass for a headline writer. The latest infraction was this little gem: “Vatican Cracks Down On Sinners.” The online version just states “Vatican sharply curbs liturgical role of lay people during Mass.”
I don’t have to be up today, and so, of course, I cannot sleep. Though I suppose I can always ensure that the rest of you don’t sleep for quite some time either. Here’s some Cthulhu links…
The misadventures of “Hello Cthulhu”
Cthulhu Sex Magazine: Blood, Sex and Tentacles
Is Osama Bin Laden a Cthulhu cultist?
And last, but not least:
the Cthulhu Jack Chick parody and the controversy that it engendered.
Apparently, Jack Chick Publications threatened legal action. Silly me, I thought that parody was protected under U.S. copyright law…
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Reyne d’Epee (Queen of Swords): The essence of air behaving as water, such as a refreshing mist: A person gifted with both keen logic and natural intuition, giving them uncanny powers of perception and insight. One who easily sees past deception and confusion to the heart of a matter, and understands both sides of any argument. The embodiment of calm, forthrightness, and wit, in the face of even the most trying circumstances.
Four of Swords (Truce): A time of tranquility and intellectual repose in the midst of a great struggle. A temporary retreat from stress to regather inner strength, reaffirm convictions, reorganize thoughts, and formulate a new plan. The need for vigilance in a moment of calm. May suggest a withdrawal from the material world to find spiritual guidance.
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Check it out, all six blogs in one page! It’s like the opening credits for the Brady Bunch!
If you’re bored and restless and in need of distraction, I’ve got new stuff up in my other incarnations. Or if you’re weary of the self indulgent verbosity that is Corbid, check out some photoblogs and the ever informative Neil Gaiman (his journal is like “The Daily Show” for webgeeks).
Soon, this too shall pass…