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bmw86us — Tue, 01 Dec 2009 02:48:31 +0000

We’re missing out on all of our monthiversaries. Athena and I are on major budget crunch mode. We are saving every penny in order to move away from Florida. Our plan is to move to Portland in the first week of February. We will be packing the car and driving across country in a sort of last-time’s-plan kind of way minus the immediacy. We will have saved enough to make necessary stops along the way and visit the people that were willing to help us out the last time. It will be much more comfortable and safer. I’m all about safety.

I’m still doing the same old at CVS. I heard that I’m going to be getting a thank you letter from the district manager. I helped a nice customer out with her order and answered a lot of questions for her. I did it all with my usual smile and helpfulness and she was just delighted. She said I was so pleasant. We got to talking about my career plans and she wanted to help me out. She asked for a manager or higher up to glow at. I told her about our 800 number and she called right in front of me while I finished her order. She told me that the district manager would be personally thanking me soon. “And if he doesn’t, I’m going to keep calling until he does!” She said. Good times. We’ll see if I get the letter.

Athena has been working at Godiva in the mall for about 3 weeks. The free chocolate happiness wore off on about the second day, but she has memorized them all. Sugoi. All of her bosses were impressed. I think she has been doing a great job, but she is concerned that her sales skills aren’t up to snuff. She won’t be able to land a corporate account. She can’t sell the massive box of chocolate. But her store manager, KC, can and does. Athena offers excellent customer service. She can read people and get them exactly what they want. It’s just not in her nature to push people to get more than they need.

I am still on the job hunt. Avista and PECI are the top competitors right now. I posted the essay I sent to Avista, which got me a conference call/phone interview on 11/20. I think it went well. The last I heard from PECI was that I would hear back on 11/20, but never did. I emailed the recruiter that I have been in contact with and asked what happened on the Monday after. She said she would call me that Wednesday. I didn’t get a call. I emailed both Avista and PECI today to let them know that I am still interested and waiting to hear back. Avista said that the interviewers are still reviewing their candidates. Nothing from PECI.

I’m not giving up hope. PECI would be much better because it’s in Portland, for one, but also because the company itself stands for energy conservation. Avista is just Washington’s utility company, like Edison for California or FPL for Florida. If I get either job, I’m flying there right away. I might stop by home and have my mom accompany me and help me settle in, but nothing has been decided yet. I really can’t wait for everything to be settled. Being on my toes and raring to go all the time just isn’t doing it for me.

Let’s not mention the economy.

Incredible Hercules #138 - Review

tonyrak — Mon, 30 Nov 2009 06:28:58 +0000

By Greg Pak & Fred Van Lente (writers), Rodney Buchemi (artist), Guillem Mari (colorist)

The Story: Hercules and the Mighty Avengers unite to take the fight to the doors of Hera’s impenetrable corporate fortress, where she has assembled herself a new pantheon of dark gods to supplant the one governed by Zeus.

The Good: I have to give the guys credit for their outstanding treatment of the Mighty Avengers and actually find myself
wishing they’d take over that title as well, given the disastrous conclusion to “The Unspoken”. Pak and Van Lente write the team with energy and purpose, and they’ve never looked better when Buchemi draws them. There was one moment in particular that stuck out in my mind, when Pak and Van Lente gave US Agent a moment to speak out against the idea of gods and polytheism, that I thought was not only a great bit of characterization, but also smart commentary that puts Marvel’s gods into an interesting perspective. I’m also glad to see Marvel has taken a page from DC’s playbook and decided to include back up features to justify their $3.99 price tags. If this is the road the industry has agreed to go down, the very least they could do for us is include extra content to incentivize the extra cost.

The Not So Good: Remember what I was saying about US Agent’s rant against gods? If that was the good part, then Athena’s follow up to his monologue, while not necessarily bad, inadvertently works against the story. The idea of this story arc, if you’ll remember, is that Hera has convened a dark pantheon of Greek gods who will bring about the extinction of the planet so they can usher in a second creation under their direct control. Okay, cool, sounds dire and epic. I can follow along with that. And yet, when Athena basically described the gods as being superheroes of the old world, I couldn’t help but feel that diluted the story to just another case of superheroes fighting super villains to save the world. It’s early in the story though, so I’m not going to let that initial disappointment prevent me from having a good time. Finally, I’ve noticed that in recent months writers, no doubt under orders from their editors, have resumed giving Hercules that nauseating, faux-Shakespearean dialogue that all Marvel deities have been afflicted with since the 60s. That’s a huge shame. I liked that, if only for a little while, Pak and Van Lente were unafraid to have Hercules sound like a contemporary hero for all ages and not a relic from the past.

Conclusion: Incredible Hercules #138 marks the beginning of another solid story, but it doesn’t feel like the kind of thing you need to rush out to the comic shop to buy and that’s strange for this book.

Grade: C

-Tony Rakittke

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The Mixed Classic & Amateur Wrestling Poetry All World Meet---48 Poems

Clattery MacHinery — Sun, 29 Nov 2009 21:06:42 +0000

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The poems in this collection are on wrestling—the collegiate and amateur styles—but also how we wrestle with life, where we find wrestling in our lives, plus our gods, prophets and heroes past, those who have wrestled the classic bouts. It is modern and boundary-busting, and at the same time about tradition, a duality significant to both the poetry and wrestling communities. It is not about professional wrestling. Although that would make a wonderful project on its own, there is not enough poetry about amateur wrestling, the collegiate, Olympic, and folk styles.

The rest of this intro will be of interest to you if you would like to use any of the artwork or poetry yourself, and if you are interested in why such a collection came together—maybe for the first time. If not, then scan down to below Catherine Edmunds‘ 2009 drawing called “Greek wrestlers,” and begin reading. If you are looking for a particular poet’s work, or to see if it is included, simply click “Ctrl-F” on your keyboard. Here is a list of the living contributing poets you will find:

Rane Arroyo
John D. Berry
Rus Bowden
Kimberly Dark
Susie DeFord
Lori Desrosiers
Susan Kelly-DeWitt
David Hernandez
Drax Ireland
Jayson Iwen
John Jeffire
Andy Jones
Jeff Kass
Steve Meador
Muhammad Afzal Mirza
Steve Parker
Gilbert Pye
Don Schaeffer
Muhammad Amir Sheikh
Michael D. Snediker
G.C. Smith
Judy Swann
Terreson
John Timpane
Pamela Uschuk

In lieu of bios, links to the contributors’ web sites are provided from their names. If you would like to reach them, most of the time you will find contact information there. If not, e-mail me (lowelldude@aol.com), and I will try to connect you.

The works in this collection fall under Creative Commons—Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 Unported. This way, as you share these poems, the poets’ names remains attached, so that they continue to get credit for their work as it is passed around. In the spirit of this, each piece of artwork used below has just beneath it, as part of the image, an attribution that includes what the work is, who made it, and when. This Creative Commons agreement also protects the artists and poets from someone else making money from their works, while cutting them out. You’ll need permission for such a commercial venture. It allows, however, for you to feel free to share the works, to keep the poems handy and pass them around, and speak them at events. If you have sought these poems out for noncommercial use, wonderful!, please write the poet a thank you, but the answer is already yes.

A few years back, when I was blogging daily at Bud Bloom, November arrived, and the poetry posting necessarily slowed down, as wrestling season was about to begin. My son Dan was wrestling in college at the time, and I was a moderating contributor at MassWrestling.com, working on a comprehensive directory of all collegiate wrestlers from Massachusetts, in order that wrestlers, their family, and friends, could see how their high school wrestlers were faring in college, even if they were still active. Part of this, was to create a comprehensive list of wrestling colleges around the country, which was shared with other wrestling forums in other states. I made a brief post on the poetry blog called Wrestling With Poetry in November. I wanted to include wrestling poetry in that blog, and found some in a translation of Homer’s Iliad, but had difficulty finding it elsewhere. Since creating that blog post, I then noticed that many others who go online in search for “wrestling poetry”, come up with my post. And I always felt that that post was not allowing the searchers to find the jackpot they were looking for. Thus, there is demand, but short supply. This blog post is a wrestling poetry jackpot.

Back in July, I made a call for submissions of new and recent wrestling poems, by posting at over 20 wrestling forums, over 20 poetry forums, and to over 2500 members of Facebook. The response has been remarkable, as you can read for yourself below. And a high percentage of these gifted poets, have been or still are wrestlers or members of the wrestling community themselves. With these poems by living poets, I have merged classics. Included also are fresh translations of classic poems, and renditions of scriptural texts.

My thanks go to all the contributors listed above. Each have been a pleasure to work with. My thanks also to those who have guided this project with ideas, such as Joyce Nower, who turned me onto Emily Dickinson’s many wrestling poems, and Dennis Greene, who reminded me of the classic wrestling scene in Longfellow’s “Song of Hiawatha.” Thanks also to you for finding these poems, for shaking hands with them, and taking the time to read them, even to grapple with them when you hear the metaphoric whistle. It’s your match now, your time to enter the ring.

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by Jeff Kass

White Plains High and Yale University wrestler, 1980-85
WPHS coach, 1988-90

All wrestlers practice failing

We need to know what to do
when we’re getting cranked.

Inevitably, we will be on our backs.

Somebody will be tougher, somebody will be quicker, somebody
will be strong enough to knock us flat. It’s called looking at the lights
as if when we’re horizontal and helpless, we’re also gazing at paradise.

All I know is it’s hot down there. It stinks. The friction of your head rubbing
against the mat could start a bonfire. The guy who’s decking you is breathing
in your ear, a rush of panting grunts. His sweat drips in your hair and your
girlfriend is watching from the bleachers as his muscles glisten and you are
buried. Your teammates are groaning and urging you to keep fighting
but secretly they doubt you won’t surrender and the referee is cutting
the air at smaller and flatter angles to signal the shrinking breadth
between the mat and your shoulders and he poises to slap, he poises
to slap and that is why every day in practice we must drill and rehearse
for failure.

It’s called bridging. Make your neck a great spoon stirring the soup
of your head. Stir it left. Stir it right. Hold it. Hold it. He will be a ten-
ton slab trying to break you flat—you must resist, your neck must insist
no, with your neck no, with your neck no, you must train your neck
to insist NO.

Previously published in Anderbo

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by Terreson

Antaeus’s Son to His Father’s Killer

Here we are, my mercenary Greek,
back at the same crossroads
where you bested my father.
The ground when you pinned him down
is what defeated you in
hold after hold or until
you found the way to filet his strength,
the way a fisherman’s instinct
cleans flesh from the bone of earth.

That’s when you bettered him, pressing him, his feet loose,
to your chest, enjoying his death.

But I am not like him whose daughters
are my mother (earth, air, fire, and water).
I am the inbred, an avatar
thread through elements, and whose
original sin is my source of strength.

Come to me please, Herakles.
I wish to press you to my chest
and see your eyes bulge out when you meet
my father’s face in each hero’s moment
defining his one hero’s defeat.

Revenge is such a useless emotion.
I don’t want your death; just your lost look
in the echo of my father’s eyes on the mat.

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by Emily Dickinson (1830-86)

Artists wrestled here!
Lo, a tint Cashmere!
Lo, a Rose!
Student of the Year!
For the easel here
Say Repose!

110

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by Gilbert Pye

The Ballad of Rukhana

Many people challenged Muhammad at wrestling
(they didn’t realise he was divine;
they thought he was an ordinary bloke).

He pummelled skull, scapula and spine,
ripped ligament from bone, loved pestling
puny wrong-believing bodies until they broke.

One day Rukhana, hideous, colossal, hairy,
strongest of the Arabs, challenges Muhammad to a bout.
Muhammad accepts. Bets are placed.

The outcome is never in doubt
(insh’allah); at first both men are wary,
looking each other over, tense, the taste

of raw testosterone on their lips;
then, exponent of the sacred art,
Muhammad makes his move, nostrils aglow

with the smell of Rukhana’s skin and heart:
charge, grapple, throw,
and the infidel describes a glorious ellipse

through the air and falls to earth like a kite
when the wind ceases suddenly as if by decree.
Muhammad prostrates himself before Allah, Allah

nods at Muhammad evasively;
Rukhana and his corner exhibit that pallor
you see on the face of the better man having lost a fight.

The crowd go wild, beating their chests, cheering,
ululating, howling, miming the winning move, bearing
the victor aloft, cavorting through the souk

in a tumult of piety and teeth, secretly tearing
up their betting slips. Look!
Allah winks and fades. He’s disappearing!

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by Emily Dickinson (1830-86)

Because I could not stop for Death—
He kindly stopped for me—
The Carriage held but just Ourselves—
And Immortality.

We slowly drove—He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility—

We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess—in the Ring—
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain—
We passed the Setting Sun—

Or rather—He passed Us—
The Dews drew quivering and chill—
For only Gossamer, my Gown—
My Tippet—only Tulle—

We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground—
The Roof was scarcely visible—
The Cornice—in the Ground—

Since then—’tis Centuries—and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses’ Heads
Were toward Eternity—

712

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by John Timpane

Beholder

a translation of Rainer Maria Rilke’s “Der Schauende”

I tell the storm is coming on:
My anxious windows bear the beat
Of branches after tedious days.
I hear the distant things say truths
That without friend I do not bear
And without sister cannot love.

There goes the all-reshaper storm,
Through the forest, through all time
And everything is ageless now:
The landscape, like a verse from Psalms
Is purpose, heft, eternity.

Since what we wrestle with is small
And what contends against us great,
Let the great storm subdue us, more
As all things in the world do; then
We would be distant, never named.

Our victory is in the small,
And when we win, the smaller we.
The Endless, the Superlative
Does not consent to bend to us.

The Angel of the Testament
Came to the wrestlers. Metal match:
When their contending tendons stretched
It felt beneath his fingers like
The strings of deepening melody.

The man this Angel overcame
(He often won without a fight)
Retired upright and energized,
Made great by that hard hand, which shaped
Him new, as if to recreate.
The vanquished finds a victory
Not tempting. How he grows is to
Be pinned by ever-greater gods.

by Rainer Maria Rilke’s (1875-1926)

Der Schauende

Ich sehe den Bäumen die Stürme an,
die aus laugewordenen Tagen
an meine ängstlichen Fenster schlagen,
und höre die Fernen Dinge sagen,
die ich nicht ohne Freund ertragen,
nicht ohne Schwester lieben kann.

Da geht der Sturm, ein Umgestalter,
geht durch den Wald und durch die Zeit,
und alles ist wie ohne Alter:
die Landschaft, wie ein Vers im Psalter,
ist Ernst und Wucht und Ewigkeit.

Wie ist das klein, womit wir ringen,
was mit uns ringt, wie ist das groß;
ließen wir, ähnlicher den Dingen,
uns so vom großen Sturm bezwingen,—
wir würden weit und namenlos.

Was wir besiegen, ist das Kleine,
und der Erfolg selbst macht uns klein.
Das Ewige und Ungemeine
will nicht von uns gebogen sein.
Das ist der Engel, der den Ringern
des Alten Testaments erschien:
wenn seiner Widersacher Sehnen
im Kampfe sich metallen dehnen,
fühlt er sie unter seinen Fingern
wie Saiten tiefer Melodien.

Wen dieser Engel überwand,
welcher so oft auf Kampf verzichtet,
der geht gerecht und aufgerichtet
und groß aus jener harten Hand,
die sich, wie formend, an ihn schmiegte.
Die Siege laden ihn nicht ein.
Sein Wachstum ist: der Tiefbesiegte
von immer Größerem zu sein.

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for the people of Whitefish, Montana

by Pamela Uschuk

Black Ice

How easy it is to slip.
Slowing for a switchback’s glazed curve, I
catch the radio’s news:
a school bus carrying wrestlers
from Browning to Whitefish
over this same unrelenting glare
has slammed into a tanker
jacknifed across both lanes. Then flames
killing nine in the quick cold.

Along the polished carbon dip
and swell of the Blackfoot River, I drive
over ice so darkly transparent
the pavement is a well
whose varnished shaft pulls me sliding,
an awkward creature
away from home.

What needs our sorrow?
Or passed between the stunned drivers
when the bus brakes locked
in that short skid?
During the first thoughtless seconds, boys
becoming men
dragged friends from the sudden fire, then
watched, helpless as rocks dislodged by current,
those they couldn’t reach, their screams lost to
wind biting across the dreaming world.

To drive far in this weather—
the afternoon half-blasted by wind gray as old wood—
invites hypnotic dreams.
I recall checking
the rearview mirror to see
your farewell shiver, then shrink in silver light. Love,
how often we’re forced apart.
Nothing is so visible as this ice,
black-humored, a stoic beyond desire.

III

There is nothing I can offer
those boys as healing as their daring, their hearts.
Tomorrow, I teach poetry in a high school
not far away. I slow
cursing these roads hunched spinal
with no shoulders for escape.
Listening to the tick of studden tires on ice,
I know how fragile the traction
holding us, what suffering
edges induce.

In the furrowed rush of black water
Frost-grained waves
grind back into themselves,
intent on motion to avoid the final freeze across.
Smoothing rocks, crisp hulls of caddis,
stone flies, last summer’s storm-rendered windfall,
the river carves its deeper trough
widening its embrace.

Like a snow bank bursting, snow buntings startle
from my tires, threading
the river’s rough hem.
I envy the birds’ close escape
as they ascend—
moth fluttery, sudden confetti
folding black on white
above the snow-flocked highway—
safe to the wild shore.

Below the indifferent grade
the current endures. In dim light
its dark arms turn from themselves, deceptive
as the familiar lover.
I can almost hear water’s porcelain stampede
against an iced log above rocks
that bump gratefully inside the swirl
or hold their own.

Only the small ceremonies
of comfort and soaring can cure.
Unable to build roads for safety, I will
each speeding log truck, each
oil tanker back-skidding
to stay in its narrow lane,
to grip what can’t be held.
I wonder what job is worth
these long winter drives, clinging to slick surfaces
unpredictable as the metereology of the heart.

Even though my eyes burn
tired of the constant play of gray light
across black ice, there is no time to rest.
I drive through
this wilderness against the curve of pavement
following the river and its restless strain.

Previously published in Poetry Magazine and by Wings Press in her book Scattered Risks

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by John Jeffire

1995 NAIA national collegiate coach of the year

Coach Talks to the Wrestling Team the Day
Before the Eastside Match

Wrestling room air thick
as an amazonian afternoon
stinkheavy with years
of sweat that not even buckets of
uncut bleach can defeat.
I was still three pounds over
my weight class before practice
and I’m grateful
for more sprints back and forth
from padded wall to padded wall
wading through 90 degree fog
in two t-shirts and three sweatshirts
and two pairs of longjohns
under my sweatpants
sweating, sweating, ounce by ounce
closer to weight, but coach
calls us in and orders us
to take a knee.
His right ear a piece
of popcorn flesh glued
to the side of his head
his eyebrows rubbed off from
years of skullgrinding
his nose crooked as
a broken arm of lightning
his knees crisscrossed
by crazed scartissue worms
he walks like
a wheelchair is days away
but somehow he wrestles us like
a landmine eating handgrenades
exploding our bodies
across the mildewed mats.
We love him
like a father
especially those of us
who have no fathers.
He speaks.
We listen.
The coach from State, he begins,
is gonna be at the match tomorrow.
He’s recruiting Hendry from Eastside,
none a you dumbasses, but he’s
an old pal a mine.
I look over at LaDuke who
looks at Brophy who looks
at Washington the heavyweight . . .
we hate Hendry
defending state champ who stole
Kraznicki’s girlfriend last summer
at our town’s Dairy Queen
none of us could ever beat him
but we can take Eastside as a team.
Now, any a you jokers
ever think about college?
Sweat drips down my nose
onto the rubber mat.
I look over at LaDuke who
looks at Brophy who looks
at Washington the heavyweight . . .
none of us has thought of college.
LaDuke, who has failed Freshman English
twice and lives in the metal shop, though,
says, Yeah, I thought about it,
and even coach knows he’s lying.
Yeah? Coach says. So what exactly
you want to study, LaDuke?
Sweat drips down his nose.
He thinks.
He answers,
I dunno, maybe buildin’ stuff.
Something like a smile
creases Coach’s scarred mouth.
We smile, waiting for the verdict.
Building stuff, huh? asks Coach
then he shows us that ragged row
of chipped crocodile teeth.
We laugh on cue
not really sure what is so funny.
Cut the crap, says Coach
and the mice and roaches in this decayed
corner of the school take cover.
What about you, Camel Jockey?
I am Camel Jockey.
I was still three pounds over
before practice and somewhere
in the frozen air above our town
21 pounds of me has been stolen
since season began in November.
I am sick of cutting weight
but I’m so close now
and tomorrow we can take Eastside.
You got some A’s, didn’t you? Coach asks.
True, I got some A’s but
my parents own a bar where
I cook Italian sausage sandwiches
and butter garlic bread in front
of a 700 degree oven after practice
still dressed in sweat clothes
trying to drain off those last few ounces
wishing I could just lick the grease
off the prep counter or sneak a few
slices of Genoa salami and not be overweight
but I’m ranked in the district
at 112 pounds and the team
needs the points
if we’re gonna take leagues in two weeks.
You’re smart enough, Camel, and you could be
tough enough with a few more ass whuppins,
says Coach, so whattaya think?
I can talk to the coach at State,
see what he thinks a you tomorrow.
I look over at LaDuke who
looks at Brophy who looks
at Washington the heavyweight . . .
sweat drips down my nose
and my mouth is coated in cotton
and if I’m lucky, really lucky
I only have another pound to lose
and maybe if we stop all this talk
about college and start running again
I can eat half an orange
and drink a cup of milk after work tonight
before drifting off to sleep.

_____

by Kimberly Dark

Contact

In pairs, they fall together again and again,
shoulder to shoulder, neck to neck,
heads close, they take on each others weight
with pleasure.

It looks like pleasure, an intimate pleasure,
an embrace—until the feet dig in and
the choreographed tussle begins.
It looks like pleasure
and so it must be
for what would hold them,
hour after hour,
in these forms of embrace,
bodily pressure, contact—
if not pleasure.

The environment is daunting, after all.
The grunts and shuffling feet,
yells of coaches create a noise
that even in its power
cannot rise above the hot stench
of bodies, struggling.
A steamy-loud-funk escapes the room
and they are all writhing in the midst of it—
creating a steamy hot punk funk
109-summer-degrees outside
and inside, the steam rises from their bodies.

This is how young men must touch each other—
hug, hold one another’s bodies—
without provoking disdain
without fear of abuse
without loss, loss, loss,
loss of everything

Summer wrestling camp,
the south gym at Fresno State University
is a giant room with hardwood floors
big blue mats hauled in two days ago
to cushion prancing feet and falls,
to guard the flesh and bones of boy’s tumbles,
shield knees from harm.

The door between the sunny day
and the stench of wrestlers
seems an easily passable
portal between worlds.
The gym is dark and slightly cooler
than the noon-time brightness
and yet within each wrestler,
a sun glows
drenching his clothes and skin
with sweat.

At the call of the coaches they
“BREAK! Give me 5 sit-ups!”
Then they’re back at it again
falling together, shoulder to shoulder,
enacting the forms of contact
common to the sport—
the rituals of contact within
the tightly controlled container
of combat and propriety.
Intimate propriety; their suns shine
making the paint want to peel
in the stench.
They fall together again and again
constrained by the form as they
make vital, human contact.

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by John D. Berry

martial artist, Berkeley CA

Contest

Stillness,
Before beginning,
Focus narrows,
To target,
Sounds diminish,
Without silence.

The movie runs,
In your head,
Which moves,
Counter moves,
How victory,
Will come.

Move,
No thought,
No mind,
Breathe,
The referee’s signal,
It begins.

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by Emily Dickinson (1830-86)

The Drop, that wrestles in the Sea—
Forgets her own locality—
As I—toward Thee—

She knows herself an incense small—
Yet small—she sighs—if All—is All—
How larger—be?

The Ocean—smiles—at her Conceit—
But she, forgetting Amphitrite—
Pleads—”Me”?

284

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by Alfred Noyes (1880-1958)

Enceladus

In the Black Country, from a little window,
Before I slept, across the haggard wastes
Of dust and ashes, I saw Titanic shafts
Like shadowy columns of wan-hope arise
To waste, on the blear sky, their slow sad wreaths
Of smoke, their infinitely sad slow prayers.
Then, as night deepened, the blast-furnaces,
Red smears upon the sulphurous blackness, turned
All that sad region to a City of Dis,
Where naked, sweating giants all night long
Bowed their strong necks, melted flesh, blood and bone,
To brim the dry ducts of the gods of gloom
With terrible rivers, branches of living gold.

O, like some tragic gesture of great souls
In agony, those awful columns towered
Against the clouds, that city of ash and slag
Assumed the grandeur of some direr Thebes
Arising to the death-chant of those gods,
A dreadful Order climbing from the dark
Of Chaos and Corruption, threatening to take
Heaven with its vast slow storm.
I slept, and dreamed.
And like the slow beats of some Titan heart
Buried beneath immeasurable woes,
The forging-hammers thudded through the dream:

Huge on a fallen tree,
Lost in the darkness of primeval woods,
Enceladus, earth-born Enceladus,
The naked giant, brooded all alone.
Born of the lower earth, he knew not how,
Born of the mire and clay, he knew not when,
Brought forth in darkness, and he knew not why!

Thus, like a wind, went by a thousand years.

Anhungered, yet no comrade of the wolf,
And cold, but with no power upon the sun,
A master of this world that mastered him!

Thus, like a cloud, went by a thousand years.

Who chained this other giant in his heart
That heaved and burned like Etna? Heavily
He bent his brows and wondered and was dumb.

And, like one wave, a thousand years went by.

He raised his matted head and scanned the stars.
He stood erect! He lifted his uncouth arms!
With inarticulate sounds his uncouth lips
Wrestled and strove—I am full-fed, and yet
I hunger!
Who set this fiercer famine in my maw?

Can I eat moons, gorge on the Milky Way,
Swill sunsets down, or sup the wash of the dawn
Out of the rolling swine-troughs of the sea?
Can I drink oceans, lie beneath the mountains,
And nuzzle their heavy boulders like a cub
Sucking the dark teats of the tigress? Who,
Who set this deeper hunger in my heart?
And the dark forest echoed—Who? Ah, who?

“I hunger!”
And the night-wind answered him,
“Hunt, then, for food.”

“I hunger!”
And the sleek gorged lioness
Drew nigh him, dripping freshly from the kill,
Redder her lolling tongue, whiter her fangs,
And gazed with ignorant eyes of golden flame.

“I hunger!”
Like a breaking sea his cry
Swept through the night. Against his swarthy knees
She rubbed the red wet velvet of her ears
With mellow thunders of unweeting bliss,
Purring—Ah, seek, and you shall find.
Ah, seek, and you shall slaughter, gorge, ah seek,
Seek, seek, you shall feed full, ah seek, ah seek.

Enceladus, earth-born Enceladus,
Bewildered like a desert-pilgrim, saw
A rosy City, opening in the clouds,
The hunger-born mirage of his own heart,
Far, far above the world, a home of gods,
Where One, a goddess, veiled in the sleek waves
Of her deep hair, yet glimmering golden through,
Lifted, with radiant arms, ambrosial food
For hunger such as this! Up the dark hills,
He rushed, a thunder-cloud,
Urged by the famine of his heart. He stood
High on the topmost crags, he hailed the gods
In thunder, and the clouds re-echoed it!

He hailed the gods!
And like a sea of thunder round their thrones
Washing, a midnight sea, his earth-born voice
Besieged the halls of heaven! He hailed the gods!
They laughed, he heard them laugh!
With echo and re-echo, far and wide,
A golden sea of mockery, they laughed!

Enceladus, earth-born Enceladus,
Laid hold upon the rosy Gates of Heaven,
And shook them with gigantic sooty hands,
Asking he knew not what, but not for alms;
And the Gates, opened as in jest;
And, like a sooty jest, he stumbled in.

Round him the gods, the young and scornful gods,
Clustered and laughed to mark the ravaged face,
The brutal brows, the deep and dog-like eyes,
The blunt black nails, and back with burdens bowed.
And, when they laughed, he snarled with uncouth lips
And made them laugh again.
“Whence comest thou?”
He could not speak!
How should he speak whose heart within him heaved
And burned like Etna? Through his mouth there came
A sound of ice-bergs in a frozen sea
Of tears, a sullen region of black ice
Rending and breaking, very far away.
They laughed!
He stared at them, bewildered, and they laughed
Again, “Whence comest thou?”

He could not speak!
But through his mouth a moan of midnight woods,
Where wild beasts lay in wait to slaughter and gorge,
A moan of forest-caverns where the wolf
Brought forth her litter, a moan of the wild earth
In travail with strange shapes of mire and clay,
Creatures of clay, clay images of the gods,
That hungered like the gods, the most high gods,
But found no food, and perished like the beasts.

And the gods laughed,—
Art thou, then, such a god? And, like a leaf
Unfolding in dark woods, in his deep brain
A sudden memory woke; and like an ape
He nodded, and all heaven with laughter rocked,
While Artemis cried out with scornful lips,—
Perchance He is the Maker of you all!

Then, piteously outstretching calloused hands,
He sank upon his knees, his huge gnarled knees,
And echoed, falteringly, with slow harsh tongue,—
Perchance, perchance, the Maker of you all.

They wept with laughter! And Aphrodite, she,
With keener mockery than white Artemis
Who smiled aloof, drew nigh him unabashed
In all her blinding beauty. Carelessly,
As o’er the brute brows of a stallèd ox
Across that sooty muzzle and brawny breast,
Contemptuously, she swept her golden hair
In one deep wave, a many-millioned scourge
Intolerable and beautiful as fire;
Then turned and left him, reeling, gasping, dumb,
While heaven re-echoed and re-echoed, See,
Perchance, perchance, the Maker of us all!

Enceladus, earth-born Enceladus,
Rose to his feet, and with one terrible cry
“I hunger,” rushed upon the scornful gods
And strove to seize and hold them with his hands,
And still the laughter deepened as they rolled
Their clouds around them, baffling him. But once,
Once with a shout, in his gigantic arms
He crushed a slippery splendour on his breast
And felt on his harsh skin the cool smooth peaks
Of Aphrodite’s bosom. One black hand
Slid down the naked snow of her long side
And bruised it where he held her. Then, like snow
Vanishing in a furnace, out of his arms
The splendour suddenly melted, and a roll
Of thunder split the dream, and headlong down
He fell, from heaven to earth; while, overhead
The young and scornful gods—he heard them laugh!—
Toppled the crags down after him. He lay
Supine. They plucked up Etna by the roots
And buried him beneath it. His broad breast
Heaved, like that other giant in his heart,
And through the crater burst his fiery breath,
But could not burst his bonds. And so he lay
Breathing in agony thrice a thousand years.

Then came a Voice, he knew not whence, “Arise,
Enceladus!” And from his heart a crag
Fell, and one arm was free, and one thought free,
And suddenly he awoke, and stood upright,
Shaking the mountains from him like a dream;
And the tremendous light and awful truth
Smote, like the dawn, upon his blinded eyes,
That out of his first wonder at the world,
Out of his own heart’s deep humility,
And simple worship, he had fashioned gods
Of cloud, and heaven out of a hollow shell.
And groping now no more in the empty space
Outward, but inward in his own deep heart,
He suddenly felt the secret gates of heaven
Open, and from the infinite heavens of hope
Inward, a voice, from the innermost courts of Love,
Rang—Thou shall have none other gods but Me.

Enceladus, the foul Enceladus,
When the clear light out of that inward heaven
Whose gates are only inward in the soul,
Showed him that one true Kingdom, said,
“I will stretch
My hands out once again. And, as the God
That made me is the Heart within my heart,
So shall my heart be to this dust and earth
A god and a creator. I will strive
With mountains, fires and seas, wrestle and strive,
Fashion and make, and that which I have made
In anguish I shall love as God loves me.”

In the Black Country, from a little window,
Waking at dawn, I saw those giant Shafts
—O great dark word out of our elder speech,
Long since the poor man’s kingly heritage—
The Shapings, the dim Sceptres of Creation,
The Shafts like columns of wan-hope arise
To waste, on the blear sky, their slow sad wreaths
Of smoke, their infinitely sad slow prayers.
Then, as the dawn crimsoned, the sordid clouds,
The puddling furnaces, the mounds of slag,
The cinders, and the sand-beds and the rows
Of wretched roofs, assumed a majesty
Beyond all majesties of earth or air;
Beauty beyond all beauty, as of a child
In rags, upraised thro’ the still gold of heaven,
With wasted arms and hungering eyes, to bring
The armoured seraphim down upon their knees
And teach eternal God humility;
The solemn beauty of the unfulfilled
Moving towards fulfilment on a height
Beyond all heights; the dreadful beauty of hope;
The naked wrestler struggling from the rock
Under the sculptor’s chisel; the rough mass
Of clay more glorious for the poor blind face
And bosom that half emerge into the light,
More glorious and august, even in defeat,
Than that too cold dominion God foreswore
To bear this passionate universal load,
This Calvary of Creation, with mankind.

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by Andy Jones

First Dance

Your new wife and her relatives,
now your in-laws,
had never seen you dance before the big day,
and wondered how,
with all this bulky, residual muscle,
you knew how to move so well, so expressively.
As your coach and mentor,
I had been invited to help welcome you to adulthood,
And I knew.

First you and your partner start in a neutral position,
facing each other,
sizing each other up,
neither one yet in control.
Soon, if it’s a slow song,
you may take a head and shoulder lead,
so that you start ear to ear,
and her head may drop to your chest,
but ironically she has the advantage here,
for this is her arena,
so she is in command.

When the music changes,
when the pace quickens,
and adrenaline can be called upon,
there is a reversal.
You feel uplifted, and centered, and calm.
Now the hips come into play,
and your hips are well-trained.
you start hips down so as to create an angle,
and then spin her so as to drive strong across her hips,
and before she knows it,
you have impressed her with a hip lock,
followed by a hip heist and hip pop.
Such dexterity and vigor!

When the time is right,
you pull her near,
inside to your arms like a lock
so that all of her is adjacent to all of you,
and your staggered stance realigns her rhythm to yours.
Now you dictate the action,
and she circles to your trail leg.
You are feeling it now, sensing satisfaction and victory.
You step and slide,
and then one step back, and then circle.
Your every move had been practiced, horizontally,
as I stood over you with a whistle.

Your new bride, she loves it!
She is walking her fingers forward!
You are a flanker!
You are a double top stretcher!
Inspired, she kicks up her heel to her butt
and eliminates all the daylight between the two of you.
She hopes to keep up with your energy,
sees you as so graceful and authoritative here,
just as you always hoped to be on the mat.
And you realize, as you try to keep your hip on top,
that this moment here,
a moment when you are so strong, flexible, and smooth,
without a referee ever to stop you,
this might be your absolute last moment of control.

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a traditional ballad

A Gest of Robyn Hode

The Second Fytte (verses 134-143)

He bare a launsgay in his honde,
And a man ledde his male,
And reden with a lyght songe
Unto Bernysdale.

But as he went at a brydge ther was a wrastelyng,
And there taryed was he,
And there was all the best yemen
Of all the west countree.

A full fayre game there was up set,
A whyte bulle up i-pyght,
A grete courser, with sadle and brydil,
With golde burnyssht full bryght.

A payre of gloves, a rede golde rynge,
A pype of wyne, in fay;
What man that bereth hym best i-wys
The pryce shall bere away.

There was a yoman in that place,
And best worthy was he,
And for he was ferre and frembde bested,
Slayne he shulde have be.

The knight had ruthe of this yoman,
In placë where that he stode;
He sayde that yoman shulde have no harme,
For love of Robyn Hode.

The knyght presed in to the place,
An hundreth folowed hym free,
With bowes bent and arowes sharpe,
For to shende that companye.

They shulderd all and made hym rome,
To wete what he wolde say;
He took the yeman bi the hande,
And gave hym al the play.

He gave hym five marke for his wyne,
There it lay on the molde,
And bad it shulde be set a broche,
Drynkë who so wolde.

Thus longe taried this gentyll knyght,
Tyll that play was done;
So long abode Robyn fastinge
Thre hourës after the none.

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by Emily Dickinson (1830-86)

How dare the robins sing,
When men and women hear
Who since they went to their account
Have settled with the year!—
Paid all that life had earned
In one consummate bill,
And now, what life or death can do
Is immaterial.
Insulting is the sun
To him whose mortal light
Beguiled of immortality
Bequeaths him to the night.
Extinct be every hum
In deference to him
Whose garden wrestles with the dew,
At daybreak overcome!

1724

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by Emily Dickinson (1830-86)

I think the Hemlock likes to stand
Upon a Marge of Snow—
It suits his own Austerity—
And satisfies an awe

That men, must slake in Wilderness—
And in the Desert—cloy—
An instinct for the Hoar, the Bald—
Lapland’s—necessity—

The Hemlock’s nature thrives—on cold—
The Gnash of Northern winds
Is sweetest nutriment—to him—
His best Norwegian Wines—

To satin Races—he is nought—
But Children on the Don,
Beneath his Tabernacles, play,
And Dnieper Wrestlers, run.

525

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by Rus Bowden

a Dracut High School and Bridgewater State College wrestling dad

Jacob the Leg Puller

It was late. With the tribute to his brother
being herded on its way,
Jacob, exhausted, decided to stay at camp.

Unable to sleep, a bit later he rose, took his
two wives, two maids, eleven children
and all that he owned, and escorted them

across the shallow of the rivulet that rises
and flows: the Jaboc River.
With family and belongings well on ahead,

Jacob returned to camp to be by himself.
This man appeared and they
wrestled all night until the twilight of morning.

When the man realized that he could not win,
he wrenched Jacob’s hip
at the socket, popping it out of joint.

The match continued.
The man said: “Let go, morning is here.”
Jacob replied: “I won’t let you go unless

“you give me the award.”
His opponent said: “What is your name?”
“Jacob,” came the reply. The man spoke:

“Your name is no longer Jacob the leg puller,
but Israel the god wrestler.
You have wrestled divinity as well as humanity

“and you are the winner.”
Jacob asked him, “What is your name?”
He said, “Never mind my name,” and bowed and left.

Jacob christened that place “Peni-el” saying,
“Face the divine and live.”
He limped out of Penuel. The sun was rising.

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by John S. Taylor in 1841

Jacob Wrestling with the Angel

Now, by that touch, Mysterious man! I know
Thy nature’s more than human!—Let thee go!
Not till thou bless me. If, through all the night,
My daring, struggling limbs increas’d in might;
If thou thy strength attempered e’en to mine,
If thus resisting I o’ermastered thine;
Then wilt thou too, my daring speech approve,
For all thy wrestling was but tender love!
My name is Jacob—thou hast made me bold,
Thine arms that have repell’d me, must enfold!
Thou shalt, Oh Wondrous Stranger! e’er we part—
Stamp thine eternal blessing on my heart!

Thy name no more is Jacob! Thou hast seen
By faith’s keen vision, what thy trials mean!
Thy name is Israel! Knighted Prince of God!
For thou with him the wrestling ring hast trod!
Nay–cease! Ask not for my peculiar name,
Enough to know ’twill put thy foes to shame:
Take this white stone—’tis deeply graven there,
With thine, a token of prevailing prayer!
Forth to thy work—thy darkest dangers brave,
My name goes with thee, and ’tis strong to save!

Previously published in Jacob wrestling with the angel [sermons]

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by Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832)

The Lady of the Lake

Canto Fifth (The Combat)

XXIII.

Now, clear the ring! for, hand to hand,
The manly wrestlers take their stand.
Two o’er the rest superior rose,
And proud demanded mightier foes,—
Nor called in vain, for Douglas came.—
For life is Hugh of Larbert lame;
Scarce better John of Alloa’s fare,
Whom senseless home his comrades bare.
Prize of the wrestling match, the King
To Douglas gave a golden ring,
While coldly glanced his eye of blue,
As frozen drop of wintry dew.
Douglas would speak, but in his breast
His struggling soul his words suppressed;
Indignant then he turned him where
Their arms the brawny yeomen bare,
To hurl the massive bar in air.
When each his utmost strength had shown,
The Douglas rent an earth-fast stone
From its deep bed, then heaved it high,
And sent the fragment through the sky
A rood beyond the farthest mark;
And still in Stirling’s royal park,
The gray-haired sires, who know the past,
To strangers point the Douglas cast,
And moralize on the decay
Of Scottish strength in modern day.

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by Steve Parker

martial artist and sometime wrestler

Lights fall from the Old Man of the Sea

we hold until I am exhausted

he is a trickling thing of sand
a scintilla that drains back into the beach

a shock of trees
released by strong winds
he is a fish, a slither
an eel that flits away
then has me pinned

he is all around me
he clenches, shoves my face
towards his
buried down there
beneath our grinding feet
iron-eyed our faces

stare it out underground
through lock and tremor
we are two seismic prayers
to a god divided

he is a lion he is my mother he is the flicker of songbirds falling
as black snow in early evening my fingers are wings are poems
within his smoke we fold back to embrace
count five sudden things of magic
stamp and hold tight

lion mother phantom
my lost brother
whistles hard in the waves

old father in the fallen leaves offshore

we walk into the sea
each carrying the other
light as children who cannot return
rise only as the tide
sends up her drowned lanterns

each with his heart of red sand
catching, holding

our breath beyond reach

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by G.C. Smith

Lightweight

At two hundred and twenty today
this unHogan Hulk knew another time
way back in the way back when
he wrestled at a paltry ninety-eight

Tough monkey that he was at fourteen
he practiced hard each and every day
and once a week eliminated all comers
except that damn hardened skinny senior

He never made it to interschool competition
the skinny bastard senior saw to that
but, still, he got a lot from trying
before he switched off to other things

Looking back some fifty seven years
it’s nigh impossible to recollect
that wiry freckled fourteen year old
taking on all comers at a lightweight ninety-eight

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by Emily Dickinson (1830-86)

A little East of Jordan,
Evangelists record,
A Gymnast and an Angel
Did wrestle long and hard—

Till morning touching mountain—
And Jacob, waxing strong,
The Angel begged permission
To Breakfast—to return—

Not so, said cunning Jacob!
“I will not let thee go
Except thou bless me”—Stranger!
The which acceded to—

Light swung the silver fleeces
“Peniel” Hills beyond,
And the bewildered Gymnast
Found he had worsted God!

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by Emily Dickinson (1830-86)

Longing is like the Seed
That wrestles in the Ground,
Believing if it intercede
It shall at length be found.

The Hour, and the Clime—
Each Circumstance unknown,
What Constancy must be achieved
Before it see the Sun!

1255

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by Emily Dickinson (1830-86)

Musicians wrestle everywhere—
All day—among the crowded air
I hear the silver strife—
And—walking—long before the morn—
Such transport breaks upon the town
I think it that “New Life”!

If is not Bird—it has no nest—
Nor “Band”—in brass and scarlet—drest—
Nor Tamborin—nor Man—
It is not Hymn from pulpit read—
The “Morning Stars” the Treble led
On Time’s first Afternoon!

Some—say—it is “the Spheres”—at play!
Some say that bright Majority
Of vanished Dames—and Men!
Some—think it service in the place
Where we—with late—celestial face—
Please God—shall Ascertain!

157

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by Steve Meador

Defiance OH High School and Defiance College wrestler, 1969-1974

Muster

The prairie meets the mountains at a place
where the journey ends for the meek or weak.
Here, cougar cunning versus buffalo strength
versus diamondback lightning, and survival
is measured in the ability to circle and strike,
grip and twist, lunge and sprawl, stand or fall.
It’s a lonely place where a man crawls inward,
communes with a creature that will lead or carry
him to the peak. The only sounds are a chinook
gathering strength as it blows from the fringes,
sink it Sink it Sink It Sink IT SINK IT!
On your toes. Drive Drive DRIVEDRIVEDRIVE!
and a clap of thunder that slaps against the hardpan.

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by Rane Arroyo

My Wrestler

My ex-lover was a wrestler,
liked the strain of power against
the rumors: two men. There was
a gain in him showing me the basic
positions and me only pinning him
once. Maybe he let me. The girls
wanted him, wanted to haunt him,
but he’d kiss me in the gym and
no one dared to mess with him,
the message clear: in America,
we have free will. I think of
Whitman’s brief reference to
shirtless wrestlers, but closer
to home, my lover would go
to his opponent and there was
an art to his rage. And I felt like
the lover in The Great White Hope:
all sidelines, unsure how this became
my life, that I was courageous too,
in my own way, as I screamed,
flip him now! Nothing like having
to fail in front of your boyfriend when
the world hated us. The future will
not understand how important that
he and I wrestled angels with moral
messages because we made each
other pure. He’d kissed me to piss off
people and I kissed him back because
he was sweaty, tired, and proud of
me for being proud of him. He had
never lost a match, but then he lost me.

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by Don Schaeffer

Passion Fruits

While others
built with wood
I was making toys of cardboard tubes
and paper clips,

blonde shickza
taking me to her bedroom
and making me late
for fourth period math class,

and teacher thinking I went
to the devil,
wrestling match adventure,
the best experiences

were in the games.
When the others were
risking everything,
close to death

in the throws of passion,
I didn’t dare
go after
the sweetest fruits.

Previously seen at Don Schaeffer’s Poems

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by Judy Swann

an Ithaca High School wrestling mom

Pin

I am fourteen years old
muscles held together with skin and grit
goaty, an ephebe, tufty hair above my lip
for one eighth of one inch the red slow twitch
of blood pricks my lats in a thousand points
and I my body, its dozen senses, am my body
upright levator scapulae
sucking the muscles of my tongue
and measuring you
brachioradialis
plectrum—
I am hundreds of muscles.

My eyes are muscles that see
you shoot before your breath burns
across my lynx ears.
I am on you, nociceptor, know me.

Lacrimae, lacrimae I press you back.
I am all muscle and you
are finished.

Ref slaps the mat.

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by Judy Swann

an Ithaca High School wrestling mom

Pinned

Its medal is the oldest trophy
awarded in Western athletics.
Its communion attracts few females.
Still it’s not like joining the Marines,
not like the feuds of pushtunwali
where a man seals clan triumph
by drinking the guy’s blood.
But it does man you up
and despite its claim to being a team
sport, it is not.
The ferrety mass of your opponent
the slug of his sweat on your throat
that last inch
is you losing, not your yelling coach or
the guy next weight up, it’s all you
when you lose.

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for Eva

by Susie DeFord

Powerboat Pit Bull

Cartoon paws spread web-wide, wiggle
a little two-step upon arrival. A brindle-
brown wild tigress, snakeskin sheen,
slithering along the walls of Brooklyn

buildings. Nosing my knees, knocking
legs out beneath or hammerhead sharking
shins shiny amethyst wine. Street thugs
saunter and say, “Hey, nice Pit.” Tail

between legs, Cowardly Lion, eyes wide,
ears perked, city construction sounds
and strangers scary. You powerboat-pull
me, pavement water-skier, into Lucy’s lair.

She’s your best girl, block buddy, partner
in grime. You rocket launch upstairs amidst
laughing doorman Rudolpho’s stares, drag
me tripping upwards along. Release the beast,
Lucy’s out, it’s on! Attempts to extinguish

exuberance, but you’re gone. You pounce,
pitching paws, and prancing like a boxer.
I’m the gong, match marker, stopper, clocker.

Lucy flings into the ring with a facebuster,

your muscles bulge a moonsault. Pause

downward dog, then in again Banana Split

and Peekout scouting your next move. Gong

song, Luchadoras leap into the elevator,

endorphins emanating, meek from misbehaving,
both sit solemnly, silly silent grins, bout breathless.

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by Emily Dickinson (1830-86)

The pretty Rain from those sweet Eaves
Her unintending Eyes—
Took her own Heart, including ours,
By innocent Surprise—

The wrestle in her simple Throat
To hold the feeling down
That vanquished her—defeated Feat—
Was Fervor’s sudden Crown—

1426

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by Drax Ireland

from the Funeral Games in Honour of Patroclus, after Homer, The Iliad, Book XXIII

The Prizegiving

‘Noëmon friend of Antilochos
lead the mare away’
as Menelaus himself took the glittering cauldron.
Fourth, as driven, Meriones carried off the two talents’ weight of gold.
Only the two handed jar was left.
Achilles carried it through the Argives to Nestor,

standing there he spoke;—

‘Elder, in memory of Patrokulus, a treasure for you to lay away,
He is gone from the Argives for evermore
this prize mine to give for the giving
for you will not fight with fists or wrestle with limbs
nor stand with the spear throwers
nor race fleet footed
as age claims her due’

Speaking thus he placed it in Nestor’s hands
who answered with joy

‘Yes youth you speak truth
my limbs betray me as do my feet
my friend
my arms swing ponderous
I wish for youth and strength within me
as it was with Amaryngkeus and the Epeians at Bouprasion,
the sons kings’ funeral games
I was alone among the Epeians
and the Pylians and the brave Aitolians
Klytomedes, the son of Enops fell to my fists
Angkaios of Pleuron I wrestled to the floor
I outran the fast Iphiklos
Polydoros and Phyleus watched my spear fly away
only the chariot of the sons of Aktor defeated me
crowd crossing champions chasing the prize
the twins of Aktor, as one held the reins loose the other lashed the horses

But this all in the past . . .

An Elder must make way for youth
I embrace my aging, an old hero among the young
Enough of me, more to the contest in honour of your friend
I take this prize with joy and a happy heart
to be remembered, a kindness,
I am not forgotten the honour due to me among the Achaians
for this may the gods grant you great happiness.’

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for Adam

by David Hernandez

Proof

Once he wrestled a bear, he said,
in a bar off-campus with eyes
glossy from lager, he wrestled
a bear. Claws and all, black fur
and the salmon of its muscles
leaping under the black fur.
Wrestled and won, he said,
the bear pinned and snorting,
pinned and one hundred pounds
heavier, with claws, with claws
and teeth, the electric blue current
of animal instinct. I was gullible
once, under kindergarten lights
with glitter and paste, building
a galaxy. A boy stole my stars
once, a bigger boy I wrestled
under the night of blackboard.
Wrestled and lost, pinned
and weeping with my back
to the carpet, with the fireflies
of glitter dazzling on my skin.
To the man who said he wrestled
a bear, wrestled and won, I said,
You’re full of bear shit. But
a scar is proof and so began
the slow striptease of a pant leg
rolled to his knee. There, he said.
And his story sparkled on his flesh.

Previously published in Gulf Coast, Summer/Fall 2006

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by Muhammad Afzal Mirza and Muhammad Amir Sheikh

from the biographies of Prophet Muhammad, peace be upon him

Rakana vs. Prophet Muhammad

While preaching in Mecca,
Prophet Muhammad encountered
Rakana, a famous wrestler there.
A discussion started

and the wrestler challenged him saying,
“If you defeat me in a wrestling match,
I will accept Islam.”
They wrestled and the Prophet defeated him.

Being a good wrestler, Rakana could not
accept this defeat and challenged
for another match, losing a second time.
Rakana requested a third match.

After this defeat, he honored
his word and accepted Islam.

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by Lori Desrosiers

Real Wrestling

Weighed in, lots drawn,
smelling of puke and sweat,
chewing on black mouth guards,
the one in the yellow shorts
vs. the one in the blue shorts.
Referee in black socks
and black plimsolls
blows his whistle.
Men fall together, splat!
Tangle of legs, arms,
swish of dripping sweat,
meat against mat,
a mass of bone and tendons,
faces contorted in pain.
The mat chairman amasses points
judge verifies the fall, the touche.
The referee calls it:
Yellow shorts, black and blue,
the victor by nine points.

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by Jeff Kass

White Plains High and Yale University wrestler, 1980-85
WPHS coach, 1988-90

Reversal

You can’t execute a successful Granby Roll
if you can’t believe you can be a wrecking ball
and bounce

Pop your hips toward the sky
make your body an A-frame
post your weight on your left hand

Ready yourself for your quake
hop your left foot in front
of your right, now blow
your house from its moorings,
duck your head and make your
break violent

The Granby Roll will not work
if you don’t have faith in your
own momentum, you cannot quit
halfway, your naked shoulders
exposed to the mat’s cold mercy

You must believe you can ravage
your own symmetry and survive

Now try it from standing up
you are human, tall on two legs
and you can dive and spin
from upright too

It’s hop, hop, go

Don’t let your fear of falling
failure, falling, failure, don’t
let fear of falling fail you,
failure fall you, dive,
dive—trust your dive,
and roll.

Previously published in The Ann Arbor Chronicle

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by Emily Dickinson (1830-86)

Some we see no more, Tenements of Wonder
Occupy to us though perhaps to them
Simpler are the Days than the Supposition
Leave us to presume

That oblique Belief which we call Conjecture
Grapples with a Theme stubborn as Sublime
Able as the Dust to equip its feature
Adequate as Drums
To enlist the Tomb.

1221

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by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)

The Song of Hiawatha

Chapter 5, Hiawatha’s Fasting

You shall hear how Hiawatha
Prayed and fasted in the forest,
Not for greater skill in hunting,
Not for greater craft in fishing,
Not for triumphs in the battle,
And renown among the warriors,
But for profit of the people,
For advantage of the nations.

First he built a lodge for fasting,
Built a wigwam in the forest,
By the shining Big-Sea-Water,
In the blithe and pleasant Spring-time,
In the Moon of Leaves he built it,
And, with dreams and visions many,
Seven whole days and nights he fasted.

On the first day of his fasting
Through the leafy woods he wandered;
Saw the deer start from the thicket,
Saw the rabbit in his burrow,
Heard the pheasant, Bena, drumming,
Heard the squirrel, Adjidaumo,
Rattling in his hoard of acorns,
Saw the pigeon, the Omeme,
Building nests among the pinetrees,
And in flocks the wild-goose, Wawa,
Flying to the fen-lands northward,
Whirring, wailing far above him.
“Master of Life!” he cried, desponding,
“Must our lives depend on these things?”

On the next day of his fasting
By the river’s brink he wandered,
Through the Muskoday, the meadow,
Saw the wild rice, Mahnomonee,
Saw the blueberry, Meenahga,
And the strawberry, Odahmin,
And the gooseberry, Shahbomin,
And the grape-vine, the Bemahgut,
Trailing o’er the alder-branches,
Filling all the air with fragrance!
“Master of Life!” he cried, desponding,
“Must our lives depend on these things?”

On the third day of his fasting
By the lake he sat and pondered,
By the still, transparent water;
Saw the sturgeon, Nahma, leaping,
Scattering drops like beads of wampum,
Saw the yellow perch, the Sahwa,
Like a sunbeam in the water,
Saw the pike, the Maskenozha,
And the herring, Okahahwis,
And the Shawgashee, the crawfish!
“Master of Life!” he cried, desponding,
“Must our lives depend on these things?”

On the fourth day of his fasting
In his lodge he lay exhausted;
From his couch of leaves and branches
Gazing with half-open eyelids,
Full of shadowy dreams and visions,
On the dizzy, swimming landscape,
On the gleaming of the water,
On the splendor of the sunset.

And he saw a youth approaching,
Dressed in garments green and yellow,
Coming through the purple twilight,
Through the splendor of the sunset;
Plumes of green bent o’er his forehead,
And his hair was soft and golden.

Standing at the open doorway,
Long he looked at Hiawatha,
Looked with pity and compassion
On his wasted form and features,
And, in accents like the sighing
Of the South-Wind in the tree-tops,
Said he, “O my Hiawatha!
All your prayers are heard in heaven,
For you pray not like the others;
Not for greater skill in hunting,
Not for greater craft in fishing,
Not for triumph in the battle,
Nor renown among the warriors,
But for profit of the people,
For advantage of the nations.

“From the Master of Life descending,
I, the friend of man, Mondamin,
Come to warn you and instruct you,
How by struggle and by labor
You shall gain what you have prayed for.
Rise up from your bed of branches,
Rise, O youth, and wrestle with me!”

Faint with famine, Hiawatha
Started from his bed of branches,
From the twilight of his wigwam
Forth into the flush of sunset
Came, and wrestled with Mondamin;
At his touch he felt new courage
Throbbing in his brain and bosom,
Felt new life and hope and vigor
Run through every nerve and fibre.

So they wrestled there together
In the glory of the sunset,
And the more they strove and struggled,
Stronger still grew Hiawatha;
Till the darkness fell around them,
And the heron, the Shuh-shuh-gah,
From her nest among the pine-trees,
Gave a cry of lamentation,
Gave a scream of pain and famine.

“‘T is enough!” then said Mondamin,
Smiling upon Hiawatha,
“But tomorrow, when the sun sets,
I will come again to try you.”
And he vanished, and was seen not;
Whether sinking as the rain sinks,
Whether rising as the mists rise,
Hiawatha saw not, knew not,
Only saw that he had vanished,
Leaving him alone and fainting,
With the misty lake below him,
And the reeling stars above him.

On the morrow and the next day,
When the sun through heaven descending,
Like a red and burning cinder
From the hearth of the Great Spirit,
Fell into the western waters,
Came Mondamin for the trial,
For the strife with Hiawatha;
Came as silent as the dew comes,
From the empty air appearing,
Into empty air returning,
Taking shape when earth it touches,
But invisible to all men
In its coming and its going.

Thrice they wrestled there together
In the glory of the sunset,
Till the darkness fell around them,
Till the heron, the Shuh-shuh-gah,
From her nest among the pine-trees,
Uttered her loud cry of famine,
And Mondamin paused to listen.

Tall and beautiful he stood there,
In his garments green and yellow;
To and fro his plumes above him,
Waved and nodded with his breathing,
And the sweat of the encounter
Stood like drops of dew upon him.

And he cried, “O Hiawatha!
Bravely have you wrestled with me,
Thrice have wrestled stoutly with me,
And the Master of Life, who sees us,
He will give to you the triumph!”

Then he smiled, and said: “To-morrow
Is the last day of your conflict,
Is the last day of your fasting.
You will conquer and o’ercome me;
Make a bed for me to lie in,
Where the rain may fall upon me,
Where the sun may come and warm me;
Strip these garments, green and yellow,
Strip this nodding plumage from me,
Lay me in the earth, and make it
Soft and loose and light above me.

“Let no hand disturb my slumber,
Let no weed nor worm molest me,
Let not Kahgahgee, the raven,
Come to haunt me and molest me,
Only come yourself to watch me,
Till I wake, and start, and quicken,
Till I leap into the sunshine”

And thus saying, he departed;
Peacefully slept Hiawatha,
But he heard the Wawonaissa,
Heard the whippoorwill complaining,
Perched upon his lonely wigwam;
Heard the rushing Sebowisha,
Heard the rivulet rippling near him,
Talking to the darksome forest;
Heard the sighing of the branches,
As they lifted and subsided
At the passing of the night-wind,
Heard them, as one hears in slumber
Far-off murmurs, dreamy whispers:
Peacefully slept Hiawatha.

On the morrow came Nokomis,
On the seventh day of his fasting,
Came with food for Hiawatha,
Came imploring and bewailing,
Lest his hunger should o’ercome him,
Lest his fasting should be fatal.

But he tasted not, and touched not,
Only said to her, “Nokomis,
Wait until the sun is setting,
Till the darkness falls around us,
Till the heron, the Shuh-shuh-gah,
Crying from the desolate marshes,
Tells us that the day is ended.”

Homeward weeping went Nokomis,
Sorrowing for her Hiawatha,
Fearing lest his strength should fail him,
Lest his fasting should be fatal.
He meanwhile sat weary waiting
For the coming of Mondamin,
Till the shadows, pointing eastward,
Lengthened over field and forest,
Till the sun dropped from the heaven,
Floating on the waters westward,
As a red leaf in the Autumn
Falls and floats upon the water,
Falls and sinks into its bosom.

And behold! the young Mondamin,
With his soft and shining tresses,
With his garments green and yellow,
With his long and glossy plumage,
Stood and beckoned at the doorway.
And as one in slumber walking,
Pale and haggard, but undaunted,
From the wigwam Hiawatha
Came and wrestled with Mondamin.

Round about him spun the landscape,
Sky and forest reeled together,
And his strong heart leaped within him,
As the sturgeon leaps and struggles
In a net to break its meshes.
Like a ring of fire around him
Blazed and flared the red horizon,
And a hundred suns seemed looking
At the combat of the wrestlers.

Suddenly upon the greensward
All alone stood Hiawatha,
Panting with his wild exertion,
Palpitating with the struggle;
And before him breathless, lifeless,
Lay the youth, with hair dishevelled,
Plumage torn, and garments tattered,
Dead he lay there in the sunset.

And victorious Hiawatha
Made the grave as he commanded,
Stripped the garments from Mondamin,
Stripped his tattered plumage from him,
Laid him in the earth, and made it
Soft and loose and light above him;
And the heron, the Shuh-shuh-gah,
From the melancholy moorlands,
Gave a cry of lamentation,
Gave a cry of pain and anguish!

Homeward then went Hiawatha
To the lodge of old Nokomis,
And the seven days of his fasting
Were accomplished and completed.
But the place was not forgotten
Where he wrestled with Mondamin;
Nor forgotten nor neglected
Was the grave where lay Mondamin,
Sleeping in the rain and sunshine,
Where his scattered plumes and garments
Faded in the rain and sunshine.

Day by day did Hiawatha
Go to wait and watch beside it;
Kept the dark mould soft above it,
Kept it clean from weeds and insects,
Drove away, with scoffs and shoutings,
Kahgahgee, the king of ravens.

Till at length a small green feather
From the earth shot slowly upward,
Then another and another,
And before the Summer ended
Stood the maize in all its beauty,
With its shining robes about it,
And its long, soft, yellow tresses;
And in rapture Hiawatha
Cried aloud, “It is Mondamin!
Yes, the friend of man, Mondamin!”

Then he called to old Nokomis
And Iagoo, the great boaster,
Showed them where the maize was growing,
Told them of his wondrous vision,
Of his wrestling and his triumph,
Of this new gift to the nations,
Which should be their food forever.

And still later, when the Autumn
Changed the long, green leaves to yellow,
And the soft and juicy kernels
Grew like wampum hard and yellow,
Then the ripened ears he gathered,
Stripped the withered husks from off them,
As he once had stripped the wrestler,
Gave the first Feast of Mondamin,
And made known unto the people
This new gift of the Great Spirit.

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by Emily Dickinson (1830-86)

Still own thee—still thou art
What surgeons call alive—
Though slipping—slipping I perceive
To thy reportless Grave—

Which question shall I clutch—
What answer wrest from thee
Before thou dost exude away
In the recallless sea?

1633

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by Susan Kelly-DeWitt

Sumo

Five crabs apiece, dinner after,
then the obligatory zzzzzzzzz’s.
Fat chance blubber

can work itself off with this
routine. They squat on the dohyo
inside “the snake’s eye”

the Shinto priest has blessed:
550 pounds of meat. Tough
disciplined blimps

with hearts like venous seeds.
The gods themselves may touch
down among them tonight.

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by Jeff Kass

White Plains High and Yale University wrestler, 1980-85
WPHS coach, 1988-90

Takedown

When you step to the mat
you will face an opponent
the same weight

You will hurt him
or he will hurt you

At the referee’s whistle
you will fight from neutral

Shuffle step, shuffle step, circle, circle, feint

Let your legs be lampposts with panther feet

You are a surfer on soil
solid and liquid and solid
again and in between teetering a clean
green line on a carpenter’s level

Circle, shuffle, circle, shuffle

Knees bent, get low, lower, head up
you are rolling shoulder grunt
and crackling bolt from skull
to toe, you cannot be thrown,
but you will throw

This is how you take a wrestler down
you circle and feint, shuffle and feint
grip and twist, the rhythm of your body
a sacred hiss and you must dizzy his

You must live for the split-second
bulwark crack—you are one
juggernaut knife and you will
not be denied, you will penetrate
low and drive

you are a merciless thief
and you will steal
his ground

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by Emily Dickinson (1830-86)

‘Tis so appalling—it exhilarates—
So over Horror, it half Captivates—
The Soul stares after it, secure—
A Sepulchre, fears frost, no more—

To scan a Ghost, is faint—
But grappling, conquers it—
How easy, Torment, now—
Suspense kept sawing so—

The Truth, is Bald, and Cold—
But that will hold—
If any are not sure—
We show them—prayer—
But we, who know,
Stop hoping, now—

Looking at Death, is Dying—
Just let go the Breath—
And not the pillow at your Cheek
So Slumbereth—

Others, Can wrestle—
Yours, is done—
And so of Woe, bleak dreaded—come,
It sets the Fright at liberty—
And Terror’s free—
Gay, Ghastly, Holiday!

281

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by Edmund Waller (1606-87)

To Zelinda

Fairest piece of well-form’d earth!
Urge not thus your haughty birth;
The power which you have o’er us lies
Not in your race, but in your eyes.
‘None but a prince!’—Alas! that voice
Confines you to a narrow choice.
Should you no honey vow to taste,
But what the master-bees have placed
In compass of their cells, how small
A portion to your share would fall!
Nor all appear, among those few,
Worthy the stock from whence they grew.
The sap which at the root is bred
In trees, through all the boughs is spread;
But virtues which in parents shine,
Make not like progress through the line.
‘Tis not from whom, but where, we live;
The place does oft those graces give.
Great Julius, on the mountains bred,
A flock perhaps, or herd, had led.
He that the world subdued, had been
But the best wrestler on the green.
‘Tis art and knowledge which draw forth
The hidden seeds of native worth;
They blow those sparks, and make them rise
Into such flames as touch the skies.
To the old heroes hence was given
A pedigree which reached to heaven;
Of mortal seed they were not held,
Which other mortals so excell’d.
And beauty, too, in such excess
As yours, Zelinda! claims no less.
Smile but on me, and you shall scorn,
Henceforth, to be of princes born.
I can describe, the shady grove
Where your loved mother slept with Jove;
And yet excuse the faultless dame,
Caught with her spouse’s shape and name.
Thy matchless form will credit bring
To all the wonders I shall sing.

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by Emily Dickinson (1830-86)

‘Twas Crisis—All the length had passed—
That dull—benumbing time
There is in Fever or Event—
And now the Chance had come—

The instant holding in its claw
The privilege to live
Or warrant to report the Soul
The other side the Grave.

The Muscles grappled as with leads
That would not let the Will—
The Spirit shook the Adamant—
But could not make it feel.

The Second poised—debated—shot—
Another had begun—
And simultaneously, a Soul
Escaped the House unseen—

948

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by Emily Dickinson (1830-86)

Two swimmers wrestled on the spar—
Until the morning sun—
When One—turned smiling to the land—
Oh God! the Other One!

The stray ships—passing—
Spied a face—
Upon the waters borne—
With eyes in death—still begging raised—
And hands—beseeching—thrown!

201

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by Michael D. Snediker

Wrestling Song

Our spandex clung like denouement
to limbs as fast as lariats,
lassoed and whipped Kabuki acts
from bodies cool and pale as Noh.

You wooed me into a dragon-screw,
then suplexed hard against the mat;
pescadoed putti bullied and booed,
your belly locked into my back.

The putti flocked, and tried to track
which body clung to this or that,
which unitarded shoulders shrugged
trapezii from singlet-straps,

which hamstring sprung, and elbow blocked
and ankle pressed a signet’s wax—
velocity spun our flanks so fast
we blurred before we’d yet begun.

A fan in the corner turned its head,
and in its croon, remembered air;
while we, in swandives flung, forgot,
and firebirds of bruises bloomed.

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by Jayson Iwen

Wrestling with Gods

from Six Trips in Two Directions

I’m in a walled garden full of ornamental trees

A man steps into the blue moonlight from a bluer shadow

I’ve been waiting for you a long time

It begins to snow

Who are you running from

I listen for my pursuer

It’s silent but for my own breathing

What’s in the briefcase

I don’t know what to say

Shall we take a look

I hand him the briefcase, and he opens it

Ah, my manuscript

Thank you

I beg your pardon, I blurt

I’m sitting at a desk, in a motel right now, copying this dialogue word for word from the manuscript you just gave me

And this is what I say next

You see, I made you come here alone

I made you hand it over

I even made it snow

And you

He points at me

Made it all possible

Without even knowing it

Though, of course, you had your suspicions

And that’s why you got the job

I even know what you’re thinking now

He crouches down and plucks a pebble from the grass, then steps forward and holds it before my eyes

Here’s your stone, a stone so heavy it breaks my heart at the thought of it, a stone so heavy the whole of creation rises from the depression it has made in time, a stone so heavy with sickness I cannot lift it one moment more or I shall perish

He tosses it over the garden wall

‘Abdu Manaf was the strongest man among the Quraysh, and one day he met the apostle in one of the passes of Mecca alone: “Rukana,” said he, “why won’t you fear God and accept my preaching?”‘

That simple

But here’s the real kicker

There’s an infinite chain of sets of god

Each self-conscious set containing the previous set within it

And each emergently conscious one becoming aware of the next larger set

Becoming it

For example, one is thinking both of us right now as our story rolls through its mind

And as long as it holds us, whether we are conscious of it or not, we are part of its infinity

As the heart of all layers is the utmost layer

‘”If I knew that what you say is true I would follow you,” he said’

You see, common consciousness now is realizing you’re a character in other people’s dreams

But you’re going a step further

Listen carefully to who it is you talk to when you’re alone

The schizophrenic may be the human to the limit

Will we find who we are talking to one day and see that there is no longer a future, perhaps when we are all together, at the beginning and end of time

Will we decide to begin again

‘The apostle then asked him if he would recognize that he spoke the truth if he threw him, and when he said Yes they began to wrestle, and when the apostle got a firm grip of him he threw him to the ground, he being unable to offer any effective resistance’

When the whole speaks to the individual

When I speak to You

And now you ask

You want me to worship you

No, I couldn’t love someone who didn’t consider me their equal

Besides, I contain only one more than you

Now that I’m aware of you, what am I supposed to do

‘”Do it again, Muhammad,” he said, and he did it again’

Wrestle me

Wrestle you

Yes

That’s ridiculous

Every threshold is

‘”This is extraordinary,” he said, “can you really throw me”‘

What are you doing

He kneels down, turtling himself before me, and I hear his whisper in my ear

You must make me submit

But you’ve just submitted

I’m different than preceding gods that charged like mad bulls

‘With their elbows against their elbows, dealt they, knees against knees, head against head, and chest against chest, one another their blows’

I’m a bit more subtle than that

As long as I breathe you will breathe my air

‘That same night he sent his two wives, his two maids, and his eleven children, across the ford of the Jabbok’

I’ll just walk away

You can’t

I turn to the wall, but it’s risen to the stars

It glorifies the next greater god to grapple with you

By contrasting itself with you, it reminds itself what it is

The cold and night make a silver bouquet of my sigh

Alright

‘Jacob was left alone, and a man wrestled with him until daybreak’

The voices of my teachers return to me

You must close the distance between yourself and your opponent so he cannot strike you

Don’t leave gaps so he can slip an arm or leg in

If one is flexible enough to do so, one can break holds that strength alone cannot

Hold him closer than a lover

‘When the man saw that he did not prevail against Jacob, he struck him on the hip socket, and Jacob’s hip was put out of joint as he wrestled with him’

With your right hand grab his collar and with your left hand his belt

And lift

Creating just enough space to slide your right foot between his armpit and his thigh

We’re enlightened through such struggle with the other

For example, ‘jihad’ is properly defined as an all-encompassing engagement of one’s self with one’s world

Between one and one’s limitations

‘Then the man said, “Let me go, for the day is breaking”‘

What you call yourself is this conversation between ‘You’ and ‘I’

Just between you and I

Move so you are standing on his thighs with both feet

Through the narrative generated by such struggle is vision most viscerally achieved

And through the physicality of figuration most effectively transmitted

‘But Jacob said, “I will not let you go, unless you bless me”‘

Now use both hands to hoist up on his collar, while thrusting your feet between his legs to the ground, assuming the ‘back mount’ position

When I enter a classroom, I don’t see Protestants, Catholics, Sunnis, Shias, Hindus, Buddhists, Maronites, Druze, Agnostics, or Atheists

I see gods sitting in the desks, filling the room with anxious radiance

Lay your right arm over his right shoulder and under his chin, with the inside of your arm touching the tender of his neck

‘So he said to him, “What is your name?” and he said, “Jacob”‘

What can I say to keep this uneasy host from tearing the world apart

I am mortal, and have but this short day of mine with which to grapple

Grab your left bicep with your right hand and place the back of your left hand behind his head with the palm facing you

‘Then the man said, “You shall no longer be called Jacob, but Israel, for you have striven with God and with humans, and have prevailed”‘

And make a fist

Each grapples with me in turn and only through flexibility do I survive their superhuman embrace

Once the fist is made, do the following things to create pressure on the arteries at the sides of his neck

Bend your left palm away from you

Flex your biceps

Squeeze your right forearm toward your right shoulder

And hold it

Though the Earth may tremble

Take these snowflakes, each as similar and as different as the memory of your first kiss recalled at different moments in your life

I catch one on my tongue and it melts from staggering diversity of design into the unity of water, and diffuses into my bloodstream across the membrane of my parched throat

It is no longer the blood of a single man

It is the blood of the universe

When reading, you think you are merely having a conversation with a writer from elsewhere in spacetime, unpresent and undead

We drink it endlessly

As we drink in the sight of our lovers with our eyes

But you and the text have become part of a greater consciousness, speaking to itself, working something out in its mind

The sky dripping with what has ever evaporated

With what has ever condensed from confusion to exhaustion

What has ever left a stain behind

As the unconscious ancients were right to assume the voice of conscience they heard was the voice of a god

What we in the privileged present call consciousness

You drink the blood of all life

Of the exhalation we inhabit

Of earth and stars and endless space

As knowable as time alone allows

Wrestling with a god was wrestling with a new form of consciousness that was overcoming you—a new level emerging—and if you lost, you remained in that god’s service—and if you won, you looked down at your feared, beloved, defeated god, lying, panting, on the ground, and for the first time you spoke to yourself—in shock you asked

What now

And the voice that answered from then on was your own

He lies on the torn grass breathing laboriously

So I’ve defeated you, I say

Yes

I was once in your place

Now we must both move on

Now you must do what I did then

First close your eyes

Now listen carefully to my voice

Sol sinks below the Earth

I’m in perfect darkness

I realize everything I’ve seen has been summoned by voices

And a new one is articulating a darkness about me

I touch my eyes

They’re closed

I open them

I’m standing alone on an empty plain, beneath a single burning star

I raise my hand to my lips

They’re moving

Previously published by Emergency Press

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by Lori Desrosiers

Wrestling with the Poem

We pose opposite one another
like Hercules and the Cretan Bull,
but the mad beast gets away from me again,
terrorizing the lands beyond my desk,
here in Massachusetts, not in Greece.
Some days I try to sneak up on him, guerilla style,
but he dances away,
snorting at my inadequacies.
Despite my study of poetics,
my piece of paper on the wall,
the innocuous M.F.A.,
a two year’s journey into conversation,
followed by workshops with the best of poets,
a foray into teaching is inspiring,
a few good sparks, perhaps a flame,
the match continues.
We fall together.
When I find a hold,
the poem slithers out, that oily boy.
So, I look for a new move,
try a poem a day, a practice,
in thirty days a few good possibilities.
Now there are thirty new bulls
wrestling me to the ground.

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ACHILLE: COCCO DI MAMMA

marisamoles — Sun, 29 Nov 2009 20:41:49 +0000

L’Eroe, con la “e” maiuscola, dei Greci è senz’altro Achille, un tipo un po’ incazzoso e talvolta lagnoso. Il primo difetto lo conosciamo tutti: infatti Omero nel proemio dell’Iliade scrive: Cantami, o dea, del Pelide Achille l’ira funesta.
Il motivo di questa “ira funesta” è altrettanto noto: il rapimento della di lui schiava Briseide da parte di Agamennone, altro eroe greco. Non mi dilungherò su questo episodio rimandando alla lettura del I libro del poema omerico; vorrei, però, sottolineare che, nonostante Briseide sia una schiava, il fatto di averla perduta per uno stupido capriccio dell’Atride (Agamennone) manda in bestia il nostro eroe. Perché mai? Dal nostro punto di vista una schiava è più o meno una moderna colf; se per un motivo o per un altro ci dovesse lasciare, ci si limiterebbe a pubblicare un annuncio sul giornale per trovarne un’altra. Per Achille, però, Briseide è qualcosa di più che una cameriera, è colei che divide anche il suo letto, perché in guerra mica ci si poteva portare la moglie!

In ogni caso, sulla storia coniugale di Achille non sappiamo molto: a Sciro aveva sposato la figlia del re, Deidamia, e da quell’unione era nato Neottolemo (detto anche Pirro). Legittima consorte a parte, è certo che per lui Briseide è una persona speciale e poi bisogna prendere in considerazione anche l’orgoglio: come, ad Agamennone portano via Criseide, la sua schiava, per restituirla al padre Crise che altrimenti, essendo sacerdote di Apollo, avrebbe scatenato il putiferio e messo ancora più nei guai i Greci già abbastanza inguaiati, e poi lui ha il coraggio di prendersi Briseide gettando Achille nello sconforto! Fatto sta che, vuoi per l’affetto provato nei confronti della schiava, vuoi per l’orgoglio ferito, il Pelide, colto dall’ira, si ritira dalla guerra facendo sprofondare i suoi compagni nella depressione più nera. Infatti, dicono che i Troiani solo alla vista di Achille (ovvero della sua armatura, nota a tutti) se la facessero sotto! Tanto che il caro amico Patroclo in seguito convincerà l’eroe a fargli indossare le sue armi per spaventare un pochino i nemici e poi ci rimetterà le penne immedesimandosi troppo nei panni dell’eroe invincibile. Dopo la morte di Patroclo, che i maligni indicano come un amico molto particolare del Pelide, Achille riuscirà pure ad ottenere la restituzione di Briseide da parte di Agamennone. Quest’ultimo, visto che le cose si mettono male per i Greci, chiederà umilmente scusa all’eroe, forse per un rimorso di coscienza o forse perché è l’unico modo per convincere Achille a riprendere le armi. Non è difficile dar credito alla seconda ipotesi, conoscendo l’arroganza e la presunzione dell’Atride.

Il secondo difetto del Pelide è quello di essere un po’ lagnosetto. Infatti, dopo aver subito il torto da parte di Agamennone, si ritira piangendo sulle rive del mare guardando l’immensa distesa / e molto la cara madre implorava tendendo le mani. (I, vv.350-351)
Ma come, un eroe come lui, di fronte alla prima difficoltà, se ne corre da mammà in lacrime chiedendo aiuto! Beh, forse per capire un po’ meglio come stanno le cose, è opportuno spiegare che tipo di madre è quella di Achille, non certo una qualunque. Ella si chiamava Teti ed era una ninfa del mare. Aveva generato Achille da Peleo, un comune mortale. Appena nato il figlioletto, l’immerse nello Stige, uno dei fiumi infernali, rendendo il suo corpo invulnerabile, eccettuato il tallone per il quale lo reggeva (in onore di Achille, abbiamo tutti un tendine che porta il suo nome). A questo punto mi pare il caso di fare delle considerazioni: noi tutti sappiamo che il tallone non è un punto vitale, a chi non è mai capitato, camminando sulla spiaggia, per esempio, di ferirsi con un pezzetto di conchiglia, un legnetto appuntito, un coccio di vetro abbandonato da qualche incivile? Siamo forse morti? Chi ha avuto la peggio, se l’è cavata con qualche punto di sutura! Vi pare possibile che il nostro Achille sia morto a causa di una freccia che l’ha colpito sul tallone? In effetti, l’uccisore di Achille era un certo Filottete, abile arciere, che doveva avere una mira infallibile e una fortuna sfacciata per riuscire a colpire l’avversario proprio sul tallone durante un combattimento in cui, normalmente, ci si muove con una certa rapidità. Qualcuno, però, per dare un senso a questa vicenda, sostiene che la freccia fosse avvelenata e che nulla si poteva fare per salvarlo dal veleno.

Comunque sia, Teti doveva essere abbastanza tranquilla dopo aver escogitato questo piano per salvare la pelle al figlio e farlo morire di vecchiaia. A sconvolgere i suoi programmi, però, ci pensa un indovino, Calcante, il quale le predice che senza l’intervento del figlio la città di Troia non sarebbe mai stata conquistata dai Greci. Pensate ora se a Teti che la città della Troade capitolasse o meno, gliene poteva importare qualcosa. Dea o non dea, resta sempre una mamma e con uno stratagemma tenta di salvare il figlio da morte sicura: lo nasconde, facendogli indossare abiti muliebri, tra le figlie del re Licomede in Sciro. Onestamente questo espediente può sembrare un po’ patetico e per nulla divino, ma dobbiamo anche metterci nei panni della poveretta: il vaticinio svelava anche che Achille avrebbe avuto una vita breve ma gloriosa se avesse partecipato all’evento bellico (vale a dire, non sarebbe più tornato a casa sano e salvo), altrimenti, rimanendo a Ftia, la sua città, avrebbe goduto di una vita lunga ma senza gloria. Vi pare che sarebbe passato alla storia come eroe se non fosse partito? Ebbene, nonostante il travestimento, che al virile Achille doveva stare un po’ “stretto”, Ulisse, non a caso il più furbo dei Greci, lo scovò e lo condusse nella Troade dove, pare, l’eroe primeggiasse tra i suoi compagni anche perché possedeva due cavalli immortali, Balio e Xanto, che il padre Peleo aveva ricevuto come dono di nozze da Poseidone in persona, suo suocero, e un’armatura magica forgiata appositamente per lui da Efesto. Insomma, il solito privilegiato.

Ma torniamo sulle rive del mare dove Achille piangente si reca per invocare la madre alla quale rivolge queste parole:

Madre, poi che a una vita assai breve mi generasti,
almeno avrebbe dovuto concedermi gloria l’Olimpio,
Zeus altisonante! Ora affatto non m’ha onorato.
Oltraggiato m’ha infatti l’Atride dal vasto dominio,
Agamennone, lui che m’ha tolto e si tiene il mio premio. (Iliade, I, vv. 352-356)

Vale a dire: “Mamma, visto che sono destinato a morire giovane, quel farabutto di uno Zeus poteva darmi una mano e non lasciarmi offendere da quell’odioso e insolente di un Agamennone che si è pure preso Briseide cui tenevo tanto e che era un premio per le mie vittorie passate”.
Per dire la verità Achille, prima di andare a piangere da mammà, non si era astenuto dal dirne di cotte e di crude al rivale, il quale, però, l’aveva liquidato con poche ma efficaci parole, rinfacciandogli di essere non solo odioso ma anche piantacasini, nonostante fosse raccomandato da Zeus in persona:
Il più odioso mi sei tra i re, pupilli di Zeus,
sempre a te sono care e contese e guerre e battaglie. (I, vv. 176-177)

Vediamo ora cosa risponde Teti all’appello del figlio:
Figlio, di che piangi? Qual pena nel cuore ti giunse?
Parla, non chiuderla in te, in modo che entrambi sappiamo. (I, vv. 362-363)
Vi pare che una dea come lei non sapesse già tutto? Infatti il dubbio sfiora anche la mente di Achille che, un po’ stizzito, esordisce dicendo:
Lo sai, perché dire questo a te che tutto già sai? (I, v. 365)
Ma nonostante la legittima osservazione, l’eroe si affretta a descrivere con minuzia di particolari tutta la vicenda che la madre, comunque, già conosce ed il lettore anche: infatti, per non annoiarsi, salta tranquillamente la lettura di questa parte. Finito il riassunto delle puntate precedenti, si arriva alla parte più interessante, cioè la richiesta di un aiuto concreto da parte della genitrice: visto che tempo addietro Teti aveva sventato una congiura a palazzo, sull’Olimpo, Zeus non potrà esimersi dal darle una mano.

A questo punto apro una parentesi che riguarda le beghe di famiglia in quel d’Olimpo. Ora, noi tutti immaginiamo, credo, il mondo degli dei come un luogo tranquillo, in cui la felicità regni sovrana, la forza venga usata solo in casi estremi e tutti vadano d’amore e d’accordo visto che sono dei e come tali onnipotenti. Nulla di più sbagliato: l’Olimpo, infatti, è un’appendice terrena, gli dei, oltre ad essere antropomorfi, possiedono tutti i vizi e le virtù tipicamente umani e nelle famiglie, anche quella “reale”, cioè quella di Zeus, si combina ogni sorta di malvagità, dettate soprattutto dall’invidia.
Fatta questa premessa, si capisce il motivo per cui Achille è così sicuro che Zeus non negherà l’aiuto a sua madre. La “congiura di famiglia” ordita a palazzo era davvero grave anche perché aveva avuto illustri protagonisti: Era, moglie e sorella di Zeus, Poseidone, suo fratello, e Pallade, figlia dell’Olimpio, avevano incatenato l’onnipotente (?) parente per sottrargli il potere, ma Teti prontamente era venuta in suo soccorso chiamando il gigante Briareo, dotato di cento braccia e cinquanta teste, che, manco a dirlo, in quattro e quattr’otto aveva liberato l’illustre prigioniero. Poteva, dunque, Zeus negare alla ninfa il suo aiuto? Come vedete le raccomandazioni e i favori, se non le bustarelle perché pare che sull’Olimpo non girasse il vile denaro, sono mezzi antichissimi per raggiungere uno scopo.
Il bello è che Achille non chiede alla madre un aiuto per sé ma si augura che Zeus interceda per concedere la vittoria ai nemici e questo solo per fare uno sgarbo ad Agamennone, che aveva osato offendere il più forte dei Greci, ovvero il Pelide in persona. A parte l’osservazione un tantino egocentrica, ci mette pure un po’ di ironia, nel discorso, visto che spera che i compagni gioiscano per aver avuto un re folle come quello.

Teti, dunque, congeda il figlio assicurandogli la sua intercessione presso il padre degli dei che, però, era momentaneamente assente:
Zeus infatti all’Oceano tra gli ottimi Etiopi è sceso
Ieri a un banchetto, e con lui andarono tutti gli dei;
nel dodicesimo giorno ritornerà sull’Olimpo… (I, vv. 423-425)
Quindi attenderà il suo ritorno e poi andrà a pregarlo in ginocchio sperando che l’ascolti.
Al ritorno di Zeus e compagni, Teti di buon mattino si reca sull’Olimpo, dopo essere emersa dai flutti del mare, ed espone al Cronide il suo problema. Certo la proposta della ninfa dovette sembrare un po’ strana, ma ciò che in particolare preoccupava il dio era qualcosa di ben più banale: l’eventualità di un litigio con la moglie Era.
Certo anche così, davanti agli dei immortali
mi biasima sempre, e afferma che aiuto in battaglia i Troiani. (I, vv. 518-521)
Beh, uno come Zeus, il dio per eccellenza, il più forte di tutti, il più temuto, armato di fulmini e saette, pronto a scagliarli contro chiunque gli stesse solo un pochino antipatico, si preoccupa della reazione della moglie ad una sua eventuale presa di posizione contro i Greci! Eh già, perché Era stava proprio dalla parte degli Achei e voleva che questa guerra la vincessero loro, non quei vili dei Troiani. Non aveva dimenticato, infatti, che quel bifolco di Paride non le aveva assegnato la mela d’oro, che valeva più o meno come il titolo di Miss Olimpo, preferendole quella rovinafamiglie di Afrodite.

Manco a dirlo, i timori del Cronide si rivelano più che fondati, dato che non appena la moglie lo vede, sente puzza d’imbroglio. Sentite un po’ come gli si rivolge:
Chi tra gli dei ha tramato con te, mente ingannevole?
Sempre ti è caro, andandotene lontano da me,
pensare in segreto e decidere, e mai
a me osi dire che cosa hai pensato. (I, vv. 540-543)
Davvero un bel caratterino, questa Era! Non le si può nascondere niente, nemmeno da parte di uno come Zeus che non è certo l’ultimo dei pivelli. È inutile, da parte del dio, ogni tentativo di schernirsi, perché la moglie, sempre più acida, gli rivela di essere a conoscenza del suo incontro con Teti (aveva i suoi informatori) e della trama ordita insieme alla ninfa a danno degli Achei. Di fronte alla disarmante consorte, che può fare il nostro Zeus se non gettare la spugna ed ammettere la ragione della moglie? Lo fa, però, con un po’ di stizza, come ogni marito colto in fallo:
Ardita, sempre vai macchinando qualcosa, mai ti posso sfuggire! (I, v. 561)
Il rimprovero di Era, però, non lo intimorisce più che tanto e, dopo aver rammentato di essere, nonostante tutto, il padre e padrone di tutti gli dei, le ricorda che è lui a portare i pantaloni in famiglia, e se non sta zitta ed ubbidisce ai suoi voleri, sono botte! State a sentire cosa le dice:
Stattene seduta in silenzio ed obbedisci alle mie parole,
non ti potranno aiutare gli dei, quanti ce ne sono sull’Olimpo,
se mi avvicino a te, se ti metto addosso le mani tremende! (I, vv. 565-567)
Era sarà pure una rompiscatole ed un’impertinente, ma di fronte alle minacce non può far altro che calare le orecchie ed arrendersi:
Atterrita ne fu la veneranda Era, sguardo profondo,
ma in silenzio stette, piegando il suo cuore. (I, vv. 568-569)
Vorrei un attimo attirare la vostra attenzione sull’epiteto attribuito alla dea che il traduttore, molto bonariamente, ha reso con una formula un po’ eufemistica. Infatti, in greco hoopis letteralmente significa “dagli occhi bovini”: lascio a voi ogni possibile considerazione.

Il passo appena analizzato ci fa, insomma, un po’ riflettere sui rapporti che si instauravano tra gli dei e, in particolare, tra marito e moglie divini. Da parte sua Zeus, pur ottenendo alla fine ciò che vuole, cioè che la moglie non interferisca nei suoi piani e lo lasci fare come meglio crede, dapprincipio si pone almeno il problema della possibile reazione della consorte, evidenziando una debolezza che un dio di certo non dovrebbe avere. L’acida moglie, al contrario, tira fuori gli artigli e se non può vincere con la forza, almeno tenta con le parole, taglienti più di qualsiasi lancia. Alla fine deve cedere, è vero, ma di fronte alla volontà dell’Olimpio tutti sono costretti a capitolare!

Insomma, nonostante la lite tra i due divini coniugi, alla fine Teti la spunta: esaudisce il desiderio di un figlio che ha ancora ben poco da vivere. E chi la può biasimare. Certo questa Teti doveva stare un po’ antipatica alle colleghe (si dice fosse bellissima) e la reazione di Era ne è la prova. Perché mai invidiarla, visto che passava la sua vita sul fondo del mare, era monogama, non si concedeva svaghi, come la Sirenetta di Andersen che ogni tanto si faceva un giretto sulla terraferma, e inoltre aveva già la certezza di perdere un figlio in giovane età? C’è da dire che Era stessa l’aveva allevata, ma siccome su di lei, oltre che Apollo, aveva messo gli occhi anche l’incontenibile Zeus, certo la cosa alla consorte del Cronide non era andata giù. Da parte loro, i due divini contendenti rinunciano alla ninfa non appena vengono a conoscenza, attraverso il solito vaticinio, che se si fosse unita ad un dio, avrebbe generato un figlio che da adulto avrebbe spodestato il padre. Evitata la poveretta come la peste, le rifilano come sposo il povero, si fa per dire, Peleo, sovrano di Ftia, che nulla ha da temere visto che un altro oracolo aveva predetto la morte di Achille in guerra.
Insomma, tanto umani, questi dei, da essere così superstiziosi! Sempre a dar retta ad oracoli e indovini, rovinandosi l’esistenza! Almeno noi ci affidiamo agli innocui oroscopi che leggiamo un po’ distrattamente sui giornali, senza dare loro più importanza di quanta in realtà meritino.

[nella foto: statua di Achille a Corfù, Grecia]

Profezia e Poesia I fenicotteri il ritorno del vero amore

Meryluise Astrologa — Sun, 29 Nov 2009 18:18:01 +0000

PROFEZIA E POESIA I FENICOTTERI

Profezia e poesia…I Fenicotteri

il ritorno del vero amore

Profezia e Poesia…. i Fenicotteri

il ritorno del vero amore

Eppur compiacente appare

una visione,

in un primo istante

quasi insignificante.

Sembra una refrazione

di luce

in combustione.

Fenomeno ottico

di un batter d’ali

di un fenicottero

disceso in Camargue

in acque pargole.

Una nenia provenzale

lo culla

col soffio fievole del maestrale

e nel vibrar

di quel roseo piumaggio

compare anche un miraggio.

Un piccolo infante

assiste al prodigio infiammante

testimone di una paradossale entità

che gli dice…

cosa nel futuro accadrà .

Il miraggio scompare

e la visione riappare

profetizza il ritorno del vero amore

contandone le ore,

segnando con le lancette di un sestante

anche la sconfitta di Nettuno navigante,

rinchiuso in un Acquario

insieme ad Urano

ed Eco

su un binario.

Quella visione ne invertì la direzione

manovrando uno scambio come protezione,

fermò la vile marcia

di tanti fantocci e burattini

che ne erano stati i vaticini.

Nella visione una profezia

la vittoria della parola mia

così fu scritto e consacrato

nel mio splendere nel creato.

Meryluise Astrologa

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TERRA E LUNA LIQUIDO MARINO ARGENTEO FEMMINEO |

Meryluise Astrologa — Sun, 29 Nov 2009 15:09:20 +0000

TERRA E LUNA LIQUIDO MARINO ARGENTEO FEMMINEO e forse esiste anche un nostro pianeta gemello, gli Astronomi NASA lo stanno cercando

Astrologia Scuola Meryluise…appunti spiegazione soggettiva delle nuove conoscenze planetarie e dell’influenza della Luna sui vari aspetti astronomici ,astrologici e della comparazione sulle affinità di coppia primi accenni preliminari alla rivoluzione interpretativa tradizionale delle condizioni equiparative di due mappe zodiacali per le affinità di coppia

In questo articolo , nella seconda parte, alla luce delle nuove rilevazioni astronomiche combinate con l’Astrologia di coppia e individuale, si analizzano l’importanza dei fattori planetari che devono essere esaminati per un corretto o quantomeno logico concetto per le affinità di coppia negli oroscopi individuali comparati, nuova visione dei rapporti planetari tra loro

TERRA E LUNA LIQUIDO MARINO ARGENTEO FEMMINEO

GIOVE…TU SCENDI DALLE STELLE O DIO DEL CIELO

VIAGGIO SPAZIALE VERSO UN MONDO SURREALE LA TERRA PROMESSA

GLI ASTRONOMI CI CREDONO Esiste un’altro pianeta uguale alla terra lo stanno cercando

——–PRIMA PARTE Spiegazione Astronomica e Astrologica sul moto e composizione della Luna—–

La Terra e la Luna sono unite da liquido sotto forma di acqua questa verità suffraga la propensione e la capacità dell’astro d’argento di essere colei che influenza le maree dettate dalle sue fasi, i marinai lo sanno bene, e pur avendo ormai strumenti sofisticati per le segnalazioni di bordo si affidano ancora al bollettino navale emanato tradizionalmente seguendo le fasi della Luna.

Per non essere troppo scientifica, avendo due anime e due spiritualità, devo scrivere e trovare supporto per la mia materia… l’Astrologia Il luminare in Astrologia governa il segno del Granchio, viene ad essere esaltato in Toro come archetipo di Selene e si colloca tra gli astri del segno dei Pesci.

Una prerogativa strettamente femminile viene ad evidenziarsi nei tre segni considerati per l’appunto segni negativi ossia passivi ricettivi e femminili, segni Yin.

Ma è poi così tassativo e fondamento universale questo concetto?

Chi mi ha seguito e abbia letto il mio articolo sul Sole ha sicuramente letto che i poli simili si attraggono , allora come è possibile che la Luna sia solo passiva?

Se così fosse non potrebbe esercitare alcuna azione diretta sulle maree , perchè il maschile, come primcipio ,porta ad agire, ad esercitare un moto, meglio un’azione, e siccome Newton ha ben spiegato la legge di gravità e i principi che la sottintendono, ogni corpo celeste che esercita un’azione provoca una reazione.

La reazione può essere di pari entita di forza a quella dell’azione per cui in questo caso i due corpi venuti a contatto non subiscono movimento restando nelle rispettive posizioni, ovvero la reazione è più debole e allora il corpo reattivo viene attratto verso il corpo agente, ovvero la reazione ha una forza superiore che fa si che il corpo agente venga attirato dal corpo reattivo.

L’esempio del cavallo e dell’uomo è simbolico, se l’uomo e il cavallo si trovano su un piano uguale ,uno di fronte all’altro e l’uomo prese le briglie del cavallo fa un’ azione di forza per spostarlo verso di se ,il cavallo può non opporre resistenza e quindi essere tirato vicino all’uomo, può opporre resistenza di pari forza e quindi non spostarsi ovvero può mettere più forza e spostare l’uomo.

Ma in tutti i tre casi la reazione comporta pur sempre un’azione di intensità di forza..

Mi sono chiesta, da ignorante e neofita studiosa, come le leggi e i principi fisici, la differenza tra legge e principio la lascio alla vostra conoscenza e intelligenza, siano adarrabili al quotidiano e a che cosa serva capire la disposizione dei corpi celesti e il loro moto fisico.

Allora prendendo spunto dai principi della fisica sul moto dei corpi e tenendo presente la legge di gravità, se io uomo muovo il cavallo verso di me e questo oppone una fievole resistenza ,quindi la forza energetica non è pari alla mia forza di azione nel tiraggio,allora il cavallo avrebbe un’intensità di forza energetica opposta alla mia, stando alla teoria che gli opposti si attraggano?

In questo caso per la teoria che se un corpo non incontra attriti si muove in inerzia e quindi in moto perpetuo, allora nel momento in cui io debba attrarre un corpo materiale lo devo fare causando una reazione/ azione inferiore alla mia intensità di forza fisica.

La teoria dei poli opposti in attrazione reciproca su quali basi fonda la verifica e dimostrazione?

Prendiamo il caso della batteria della automobile per farla ripartire bisogna ricaricarla con cavi dove quello positivo debba alimentare il polo negativo, colore rosso e nero, ma la batteria è un accumulatore di energia elettrica, che poi distribuisce, quindi se dovessero caricarla con parità di polarizzazione il risultato sarebbe che fonderebbe ma non solo nel riavviamento della ricarica si avrebbe un corto per il troppo accumulo di energia.

Quindi la parità di forza in questo caso da un’esplosione, fa combustione, divampa, allora bisogna usare una forza meno attiva ,per dirla più soft, per non creare sovrabbondanza.

Essendo una donna semplice cerco di capire, sbagliando anche, cosa succede nella vita quotidiana

Ritornando alla Luna che contiene l’elemento acqua e determina le maree e quindi i moti ondosi e lo fa secondo me in virtù di essere portatrice di un elemento simile se non uguale a quello del mare, c.d. liquido chiamato acqua

Stando sempre al principio che i simili o i corpi uguali si attraggono, la Luna viene attratta e attrae il mare in forza all’elemento acqua, quindi un elemento che possiedono entrambi.

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Cosa succede nella loro corrispondenza attrattiva, sempre secondo me, nelle fasi lunari, determinate in corrispondenza dela Luna con il Sole, che il moto ondoso, qualora la Luna abbia una forza energetica pari o superiore a quella del mare , si innalza e facendolo si rigonfia e si ingrossa , proprio come l’acqua in un vaso dove la goccia lo fa trabboccare, quindi sia il mare che la Luna quando si incontrano danno vita ai moti ondosi dovuti all’incontro del peso specifico delle acque il volume etc.., che sommati ne danno la quantità spaziale, poi per l’increspamento e sul moto si configura anche il fattore aria, ovvero il vento.

Per riportare questi assunti all’Astrologia si devono guardare i rapporti tra la Luna e il Sole e Nettuno e le case deputate all’acqua, la quarta, la dodicesima e la seconda casa dell’oroscopo personale, nochè l’elemento aria Mercurio per il moto esercitato dalle maree sull’anima e Giove se è ubicato in una casa di fuoco o aria.

Questo è importante per capire le affinità di coppia e le rispettive complicità anche emotive nonchè attrattive e il rapporto a due che viene a prodursi nell’incontro degli elementi

Ancora sulla Luna nei segni zodiacali, l’azione della quale sulle maree è esercitata attraverso le sue fasi e quindi non riceve ma agisce e lo fa provocando una reazione sul moto ondoso. perciò anche nell’oroscopo questo aspetto deve essere preso in considerazione

Per dirla ora in termini astrologici l’astro notturno simbolismo di tre segni agisce meno visibilmente del Sole ma pur sempre è attivo sulle emozioni liquide come le lacrime, sugli umori come le mucose, sul sangue, sulle mestruazioni, anche sul raffreddore.

Quindi la Luna in un segno come il Toro, dove è enfatizzata nelle sue caratteristiche ,agisce secondo i dettami di Giove e Venere pianeta governatore del Toro e agisce come elemento terra, quindi sulla concretezza e la materialità delle cose.

Come agisce nel caso si ponga in conciliazione con Giove in Pesci?

L’azione di questa Luna taurina porterà a cercare di soddisfare i propri appettiti sessuali e corporei in modo segreto, apparentemente innocuo, appparente generoso, ma sarà una Luna insaziabile, con un’oralità eccessiva, diventando anche ossessiva e prevaricatrice covando rabbia e frustazione se non appagata.

Per adesso è un flash delle considerazioni a cui sia gli archetipi che le leggi universali ci portano a rielaborare come fondamento moderno ma tradizionale dell’Astrologia

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Immagine qui sopra: Le zone blu scuro e viola ai poli della luna indicano le emissioni di neutroni che sono coerenti con l’idrogeno-ricchi depositi coperti da regolite essiccata. Queste forme idrogeno (per intenderci gas liquido)sono possibili indicazioni di acqua sotto forma di ghiaccio o di minerali idrati. Feldman et al., Science, 281, 1496, 1998. Credit: NASA

Proprio come sulla Terra, l’acqua sarà una risorsa cruciale sulla Luna Il trasporto di acqua e di altre merci provenienti dalla Terra alla Luna è costoso. Reperimento delle risorse naturali, come il ghiaccio d’acqua, sulla Luna potrebbe contribuire ad accelerare l’esplorazione lunare.

La missione LCROSS cercherà l’acqua, utilizzando le informazioni apprese dalle missioni Clementine e Lunar Prospector.

Andando sulla luna per lunghi periodi di tempo, una nuova generazione di esploratori impareranno a lavorare in sicurezza in un ambiente difficile. Un avamposto lunare è un trampolino di lancio verso l’esplorazione futura di altri organi nel nostro sistema solare.

La luna offre anche molti indizi su quando i pianeti si sono formati.

Immagine sopra : Ai poli della luna, il sole sorge non più di 1,6 gradi sopra l’orizzonte perché questo è dovuto all’inclinamento della Luna sul suo asse, quindi essendo i crateri poco profondi possono rimanere permanentemente in ombra, perciò nel substrato di ghiaccio l’acqua può esistere. La luna è praticamente priva di atmosfera.

Eventuali elementi leggeri o composti depositati sulla superficie lunare da eventuali frammenti che provengono da fattori esterni come gas o trasportati da una cometa e da meteoriti sono soggetti a esposizione diretta al vuoto dello spazio.

Nel corso di un giorno lunare, di circa 29 giorni terrestri, tutte le superfici esposte della luna sono in pieno sole con temperature dovute al soleggiamento e possono raggiungere fino a 250 ° Fahrenheit (121 ° C) Qualsiasi ghiaccio esposto alla luce solare per un certo periodo di tempo si trasformerebbe in vapore acqueo, e quindi si decomprebbe e si romperebbe perdendosi nello spazio. L’ acqua potrebbe esistere solo nelle zone d’ombra permanenti e in quelle aree esistenti ai poli lunari.

Alcuni di questi crateri non hanno visto la luce del sole, da miliardi di anni. La Temperatura all’interno di queste gabbie non supera -280 ° F (-173 ° C) e questo permette di agire come ‘trappole fredde’, dove anche gli elementi leggeri o composti non hanno abbastanza energia per evaporare.

Questo è quello che avevo già sottolineato nel mio articolo precedente e ora andando a documentarmi sul sito Nasa Usa ne ho avuto la conferma I mondi possibili immagine bellissima di un pianeta che ruota intorno alla propria stella madre e che potrebbe avere la superfice rocciosa come la Terra, questi pianeti vengono soprannominati dagli astronomi Super Terre proprio per la loro comformazione similare sia come composizione rocciosa sia come diametro di superfice sia come massa equivalente alle dimensioni terrestri, al nostro pianeta.

Si tenga presente che fino ad oggi non sono stati avvistati pianeti che possano assurgere all’equiparazione chimico fisica e dimensionale al nostro pianeta ma gli scienziati sono ottimisti e sperano di trovare la nostra anima gemella presto, fino ad ora i pianeti avvistati sia come dimensioni sia come composizione della superfice si sono dimostrati più analogicamente affini a Giove, il quale presenta una superfice gassosa e una dimensione sferica e stratosferica di notevoli dimensioni. Infatti è il pianeta più grande del sistema solare.

Per chi come me è affascinato dallo spazio notizie di galassie e di possibilità di vita esistono, basta saperle cercare, quindi se gli scinziati stanno ipotizzando altre forme di vita extraterrestri vuol dire che ne hanno già avuto le prove ma devono solo documentarle, se no non ne azzarderebbero neppure l’ipotesi, avendo una forma mentis dimostrativa dei fatti, non si esporrebbero su possibilità che non abbiano almeno una percentualità di essere verificata nei fatti,perfino il Papa sta scendendo dalle stelle e quindi pone automaticamente in discussione ,non volendo, il dogma cattolico che vuole l’ uomo come unico essere scientemente simile a Dio.

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TERRA E LUNA LIQUIDO MARINO ARGENTEO FEMMINEO

Meryluise Astrologa — Sat, 28 Nov 2009 15:55:59 +0000

TERRA E LUNA LIQUIDO MARINO ARGENTEO FEMMINEO

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LA TERRA PROMESSA GLI ASTRONOMI CI CREDONO

Esiste un’altro pianeta uguale alla terra lo stanno cercando

L a Terra e la Luna sono unite da liquido sotto forma di acqua questa verità suffraga la propensione e la capacità dell’astro d’argento di essere colei che influenza le maree dettate dalle sue fasi, i marinai lo sanno bene, e pur avendo ormai strumenti sofisticati per le segnalazioni di bordo si affidano ancora al bollettino navale emanato tradizionalmente seguendo le fasi della Luna.

Per non essere troppo scientifica, avendo due anime e due spiritualità, devo scrivere e trovare supporto per la mia materia… l’Astrologia

Il luminare in Astrologia governa il segno del Granchio, viene ad essere esaltato in Toro come archetipo di Selene e si colloca tra gli astri del segno dei Pesci.

Una prerogativa strettamente femminile viene ad evidenziarsi nei tre segni considerati per l’appunto segni negativi ossia passivi ricettivi e femminili, segni Yin.

Ma è poi così tassativo e fondamento universale questo concetto?

Chi mi ha seguito e abbia letto il mio articolo sul Sole ha sicuramente letto che i poli simili si attraggono , allora come è possibile che la Luna sia solo passiva?

Ma in tutti i tre casi la reazione comporta pur sempre un’azione di intensità di forza..

Ritorniamo alla Luna, l’azione della luna sulle maree è esercitata attraverso le sue fasi e quindi la Luna non riceve ma agisce e lo fa provocando una reazione sul moto ondoso.

Quindi la Luna in un segno come il Toro dove è enfatizzata nelle sue caratteristiche agisce secondo i dettami di Giove e Venere pianeta governatore del Toro e agisce come elemento terra, quindi sulla concretezza e la materialità delle cose.

Come agisce nel caso si ponga in conciliazione con Giove in Pesci?

Per adesso è un flash delle considerazioni a cui sia gli archetipi che le leggi universali ci portano a rielaborare come fondamento moderno ma tradizionale dell’Astrologia

Immagine qui sopra: Le zone blu scuro e viola ai poli della luna indicano le emissioni di neutroni che sono coerenti con l’idrogeno-ricchi depositi coperti da regolite essiccata.

Queste forme idrogeno (per intenderci gas liquido)sono possibili indicazioni di acqua sotto forma di ghiaccio o di minerali idrati. Feldman et al., Science, 281, 1496, 1998. Credit: NASA

Proprio come sulla Terra, l’acqua sarà una risorsa cruciale sulla Luna

Il trasporto di acqua e di altre merci provenienti dalla Terra alla Luna è costoso.

Reperimento delle risorse naturali, come il ghiaccio d’acqua, sulla Luna potrebbe contribuire ad accelerare l’esplorazione lunare.

La missione LCROSS cercherà l’acqua, utilizzando le informazioni apprese dalle missioni Clementine e Lunar Prospector.

Andando sulla luna per lunghi periodi di tempo, una nuova generazione di esploratori impareranno a lavorare in sicurezza in un ambiente difficile.

Un avamposto lunare è un trampolino di lancio verso l’esplorazione futura di altri organi nel nostro sistema solare.

La luna offre anche molti indizi su quando i pianeti si sono formati.

Immagine sopra : Ai poli della luna, il sole sorge non più di 1,6 gradi sopra l’orizzonte perché questo è dovuto all’inclinamento della Luna sul suo asse, quindi essendo i crateri poco profondi possono rimanere permanentemente in ombra, perciò nel substrato di ghiaccio l’acqua può esistere.

La luna è praticamente priva di atmosfera.

Qualsiasi ghiaccio esposto alla luce solare per un certo periodo di tempo si trasformerebbe in vapore acqueo, e quindi si decomprebbe e si romperebbe perdendosi nello spazio.

L’ acqua potrebbe esistere solo nelle zone d’ombra permanenti e in quelle aree esistenti ai poli lunari.

Alcuni di questi crateri non hanno visto la luce del sole, da miliardi di anni.

La Temperatura all’interno di queste gabbie non supera -280 ° F (-173 ° C) e questo permette di agire come ‘trappole fredde’, dove anche gli elementi leggeri o composti non hanno abbastanza energia per evaporare.

Questo è quello che avevo già sottolineato nel mio articolo precedente e ora andando a documentarmi sul sito Nasa Usa ne ho avuto la conferma

I mondi possibili immagine bellissima di un pianeta che ruota intorno alla propria stella madre e che potrebbe avere la superfice rocciosa come la Terra, questi pianeti vengono soprannominati dagli astronomi Super Terre proprio per la loro comformazione similare sia come composizione rocciosa sia come diametro di superfice sia come massa equivalente alle dimensioni terrestri, al nostro pianeta.

Infatti è il pianeta più grande del sistema solare.

Per chi come me è affascinato dallo spazio notizie di galassie e di possibilità di vita esistono, basta saperle cercare, quindi se gli scinziati stanno ipotizzando altre forme di vita extraterrestri vuol dire che ne hanno già avuto le prove ma devono solo documentarle, se no non ne azzarderebbero neppure l’ipotesi, avendo una forma mentis dimostrativa dei fatti, non si esporrebbero su possibilità che non abbiano almeno una percentualità di essere verificata nei fatti,perfino il Papa sta scendondo dalle stelle e quindi pone automaticamente in discussione ,non volendo, il dogma cattolico che vuole l’ uomo come unico essere scientemente simile a Dio.

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Then and Now…

kurukshetraceg — Sat, 28 Nov 2009 12:16:59 +0000

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10:15.a.m.: Networks class had already eaten 5 minutes into the break time. All of us (second year engineers-to-be) were getting restless. A familiar baritone calls out 72 that signals the end of the class. Hell! no. Seniors? Again! Four seniors march in. There is one that I know and she is not the type to ruin my break. Sigh! As we wait for them to let the cat out of the basket, they wait for us to settle.

“Kurukshetra” says an anonymous (then) senior. It triggered a vague memory. Without getting into the actual details of the talk, what they wanted was – IDEAS for new events are welcome. Thus, started my tryst with K! Thinking back, I have had a really good time and many cherished memories of K! There have been major anxious times, surprised times, ayyo times, gleeful times, despo times, frusty times, crush-ed times, happy times. But overall I’ve always had a good time.

Kurukshetra has been one great learning experience for me. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that K! has helped me find more about myself while indulging in some hilarious fun. Jotting all of them down here would make an incredibly long post. So here goes a succinct description.

Adventure

Hatching ideas

Late nights at CEG

heated healthy arguments

bliss that comes with knowledge

INBOX

try your strength & trust

Damn! I wasted my first year

writing like never before

Pushin’ it harder and faster

explore – People – Connect – waiting – WOW

did that even exist before?

busy as busy can get

blanked out

(Place : Vivek Audi, Event : Cerebra. Oh! boy, you’vegotta be there to see it for yourself)

experience of a life time

The environment that K! creates is irresistible. It literally sucked me in like a black hole. I could easily add a lot more platitudes (like “bigger and better”, “we are doing it because we can”… get the drift?) but K’09 – my initiation year – was such a personal experience that these clichés would render it redundant. As someone who was pretty skeptic (and late) in understanding the gung-ho about K! it took some time to realize what drove the movers and shakers at CTF. As a matter of fact, when this realization dawned, I knew that that was what was and still is driving me too.

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Giove e l'Aquila Angelo di Zeus poesia dedica di Meryluise nel tuo mesiversario di zodiacale calendario

Meryluise Astrologa — Sat, 28 Nov 2009 11:50:48 +0000

Poesia L'Aquila l'Angelo divino

Giove o Zeus o Jupiter dedica di Meryluise nel tuo mesiversario di zodiacale calendario

A Giove a Zeus a Jupiter

Io a te mi affido e invoco il tuo mito

come Davide ti invocò per sconfiggere Golia

Il giudizio

Se ci fosse un giudizio preso a prestito

in una notte confusa

quanti spiccioli mi avresti dato

come pegno per le mie fusa?

Aquila l’Angelo divino

Di un’aquila cingesti

il volar del solco

lungo prominenti altezze

soccorse dal gaudio.

Un rientro nell’etere

in fuscii di libranti occasioni

segnò il coraggio in occhi dorati

non accecati dal solar chiaror.

Con l’ emblema del tuo scettro

seduto ieratico

sul tuo tron divino,

disegnasti un cubico composto.

Presagio dell’ avvenir ,

che in un batter d’ali

apertosi al tuo contemplar,

planò su destini e

sui lumi tuoi a sostar

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Clever Hans

wallbuilder — Sat, 28 Nov 2009 05:31:35 +0000

Kluge Hans (better known as “Clever Hans”) was a most amazing horse! He had the ability to add, subtract, multiply and divide by tapping out the answers with his hoof. He could tell time and name people. He could spell and solve problems involving musical harmony.

His owner, German mathematician Von Osten, began showing him to the public in 1891, and for years, Clever Hans amazed even the stoutest critics. The horse could perform his tricks for randomly selected people with or without his master present. It seemed impossible, but no one could deny the horse’s accuracy.

It wasn’t until 1904 when researcher Oskar Pfungst finally figured out how Clever Hans did it. By testing the horse with a variety of constraints, he learned that Clever Hans was not so clever if he couldn’t see his questioner. Also, if the questioner did not know the answer to a question, neither did the horse.

Following a hunch, Pfungst started observing the questioners more than the horse. Soon, he discovered that Clever Hans was responding to subtle non-verbal cues from the people asking the questions. They tended to tense their muscles until Clever Hans tapped out the correct answer with his hoof. When he did, the questioner relaxed, signaling to the horse that it had reached the correct answer. The horse could detect slight movements of a person’s eyebrows or a change in head position or an approving facial expression. Clever Hans could even pick out a slight dilation of the questioner’s nostrils.

In the end, Clever Hans was most clever when people expected and wanted him to be clever. Their anticipation of his correct answer provided him all the non-verbal feedback he needed to reassure their trust in his abilities.

Think about the implications for our human relationships. If a horse is perceptive enough to read our non-verbals with such accuracy – even non-verbals that we are oblivious to sending – isn’t it possible that other people can pick up on them, too (if not consciously, then subconsciously)? If you have high expectations for someone, it gets communicated in more than your praise. If you have low expectations of someone, it leaks into every interaction you have with that person. What you think about a person often creates a self-fulfilling prophecy in your relationship.

When you have negative expectations about someone, you can try to fake your feelings when you are around them, but most people will see through your plastic efforts. The only real way to make sure that you don’t communicate negative expectations is to change how you feel about that person. In order to do that, you are going to have to change the story that you tell yourself about them. You need a positive story to replace the negative one. This is much easier said than done, but here are some suggestions:

Assume positive motive. Maybe the person is the way he is or acts the way he does, because there is a good reason for it. Maybe he means well and is doing the best he knows how to do.
Consider that there may be extenuating circumstances. There may be factors outside of her control – things like the way the person was raised, the limitations on what they know or are able to do, the situation that they are currently in or other people and their behavior toward her.
Examine your own accountability. Is there anything that you are doing that is making your interactions with this person worse?
Get more information. Don’t make up your mind about someone or about the way someone behaves without first making sure that you have enough information to make an opinion. Legion are the embarrassing stories where someone reacted to a small amount of information and later learned that they were missing the most important parts of the story.
Lower your expectations. If the person can’t or just won’t change, lower your expectations of him. You will be happier, because he won’t let you down all the time.
Tell a bigger story. Maybe your story is too small. For example, you are distracted by your teenager’s sloppy appearance and can’t help but comment on it each time you see her. But how important is how neat she looks compared to the health of your relationship with her? Maybe you could tell a story that says the health of your relationship is bigger and more important than your irritation over her appearance, and you are going to overlook her clothing choices in order to preserve open doors of communication with her.
Pray for the person. Nothing is more effective at changing your heart toward another person than prayer. Even if you struggle to be sincere with your prayers, make a commitment to pray for him or her until God gives you His heart for that person.

Change what you think (your story) about those around you, and you will change the relationship. You might even find that your negative story has been the whole reason for the problems between you. Change your story; change your world.

Europa ,Giove e Creta nel mito di Minosse e del Toro

Meryluise Astrologa — Fri, 27 Nov 2009 14:44:16 +0000

Europa ,Giove e Creta nel mito di Minosse e del Toro

Giove pianeta del Toro lo fa rinascere Sagittario

Atlantide e Creta e l’acqua universale

Nelle icone in alto sono rispettivamente rappresentati degli affreschi ritrovati nel palazzo cretese di Cnosso e lo stesso palazzo reale di Cnosso, sede dei re cretesi il più conosciuto dei quali era Minosse , si voglia perchè era ritenuto figlio di Europa e di Zeus si voglia per la narrazione mitologica del Minotauro, figlio questi di un toro bianco, regalato da Poseidon a Minosse in sacrificio come protezione di Creta , e la moglie stessa di Minosse che invaghitasi del toro ne rimase incinta e diete alla luce un essere metà toro e metà uomo, per l’appunto il Minotauro.

Nell’introdurci al mito di Europa ,figlia del re fenicio di Tiro; Agenor, e del suo rapimento da parte di Zeus si doveva in qual modo fare una piccola introduzione cronologica per evidenziare la commistione esistente tra varie culture e vari miti dell’antichità.

La principessa Europa stava giocando sulle spiagge di Tiro con altre ancelle e raccoglieva fiori vicino al mare, quando Zeus la vide da lontano e se ne innamorò.

Il padre di Europa soleva portare a pascolo i buoi e Zeus pensò di poter sedurre la ragazza ,facendosi aiutare da Hermes nella metamorfosi, acquistando le sembianze di un Toro bianco, così fece, trasmormatosi nell’animale si indrodusse nelle mandrie di Agenor,grazie anche ad Hermes, e da lì ,se ne allontò per arrivare vicino alla riva dove c’era Europa, con l’espediente di mostrarsi alla fanciulla pacifico e docile al fine che la stessa non ne avesse timore.

La fanciulla dapprima alla vista del toro ne ebbe timore ma poi saggiatone la mansuetudine con carezze e avvicinamenti ne montò in groppa fiduciosa, fu lì che Zeus la rapì e attraversando il mare Mediterraneo approdò a Creta , sua isola adottiva.

La ragazza durante tutto il tragitto emise urla e per non cadere in acqua si aggrappò saldamente alle corna del toro.

Secondo me ,non a caso Zeus portò Europa a Creta, quest’isola era la sua patria adottiva, ne aveva consacrato la nascita, quando sua madre Rea con uno stratagemma, lo salvò da essere divorato dal padre Cronos, sorte che invece era toccata agli altri suoi fratelli.

La nascita di Zeus ,inoltre, fu dovuta soprattutto all’appoggio complice dei suoi nonni Gea e Urano ,che aiutarono Rea a trovare un posto adatto a nasconderlo, per inciso una grotta di Creta.

In questa grotta ricevette il nutrimento dalla capra Amaltea che lo allattò e dalla ninfa Melissa che lo nutrì con il miele .

E’ storia poi che quando Zeus divenne grande diede da bere un veleno al padre Cronos che vomitò tutti i fratelli ingoiati e anche la pietra datagli in sostituzione del corpo di Zeus , da Rea ,per simularne la nascita.

Ritorniamo a Europa una volta sull’isola cretese Zeus riacquistò la sue sembianze divine e possedette la fanciulla disteso vicino ad un Platano, per alcuni, per altri autori ,vicino ad un Cipresso, da questa unione nacquero tre figli il più importante era appunto Minosse che sarebbe succeduto al padre adottivo Asterio, quest’ultimo dato come marito a Europa al fine di divenire regina di Creta.

Rimasta a Creta e sposatane il re, alla fanciulla furono fatti tre doni da Zeus, allo scopo di proteggerne la permanenza, uno era un cane che proteggeva l’sola, un altro era un robot meccanico di bronzo sempre regalato per lo stesso scopo, e il terzo era un giavellotto che se lanciato mirava con precisione infallibile il bersaglio da colpire.

In questo lasso di tempo ,nel frattempo, i tre fratelli di Europa la cercarono invano, il più famoso dei quali Cadmo ,nella stessa ricerca si stanziò a Tebe e ne fu re e fondatore, nonchè sposo di Armonia e padre di Semele madre a sua volta di Dioniso.

Zeus per onorare l’animale che gli permise di possedere Europa lo immortalò nel firmamento e da lì nacque la costellazione del Toro.

La storia di Europa oltre alle connotazioni dell’inganno e della violenza ci riporta anche al significato e alla possibile leggenda di come sia nato il nostro continente.

Quindi si presume, che dalle coste egiziane o fenicee , una popolazione si sia addendrata ad esplorare altre terre attraverso la traversata del mare mediterraneo con mezzi anfibi, o velieri, o navi o qualsivoglia mezzo che potesse solcare le acque , e che abbia trovato, lungo il viaggio marino, molto probabilmente , un tornado e mare agitato e turbolento.

Infatti Europa resta attaccata alle corna del toro,durante lo spostamento, corna che in questo caso simboleggiano la mezzaluna, il bianco del toro , è simbolo della stessa colorazione lunare e della schiuma marina quando il mare è agitato, e sappiamo che le maree sono determinate anche dalla Luna.

Zeus inoltre è sempre stato rappresentato come un Dio che aveva caratteristiche di scatenare fulmini,tuoni e saette e di provocare anche tempeste,quindi secondo me questo racconto della genitura della stanzialità europea ne connatura la posizione geografica che dall’Africa, attraverso il mediterraneo delle coste sicule, non dimentichiamo che Zeus era chiamato anche con l’appellativo Etneo, quindi residente sul vulcano Etna ,in Sicilia, si era propagata in analogia, naufragando sulle coste cretesi e dando vita ad altre comunità in espansione territoriale.

Il nostro continente nacque partendo dalla Sicilia, e incontrando la civiltà cretese avamposto tra l’Africa e l’Asia ,ne abbia demarcato e configurato l’assetto del propio territorio geografico come terzo continente terrestre.

Sappiamo dall’osservazione di Giove come pianeta e della sua Luna Europa ,come questa sia un satellite dove si trova acqua,elemento che è ormai stato avvistato anche sul nostro satellite.

Platone nel racconto del suo mito di Atlantide ha quasi sempre ipotizzato che questi si trovasse ubicato dalle parti di Creta e che la stessa Creta fosse un’isola dove ne erano rimaste le vestigia ormai sepolte da continui terremoti e maremoti a cui l’isola è stata soggetta.

Certo che una cosa a dir poco quasi indecifrabile e che ancora è avvolto dal mistero è l’alfabeto cretese il quale non si riesce a decodificare, e l’altro mistero è la forma dei suoi palazzi ed edifici costruiti come se fossero labirinti, almeno parte di essi

Si narra inoltre che il marito nonchè re di Creta sposo di Europa ,Asterio, fosse il discendente di quinta generazione di Deucalione,dell’unico sopravvisuto al diluvio universale.

Ancora acqua ,la Luna stavolta quella di Zeus o Giove, Europa, e il mito di Atlantide e del diluvio universale.

Nella costellazione del Toro e nel mito a lui consacrato da Zeus o Giove, nonchè del toro bianco dato dal Dio del mare Poseidon, a cui la società atlantidea aveva eretto un tempio di venerazione, si intrecciano leggende storie e manifestazioni della spiegazione primordiale della nascita del nostro pianeta e dei continenti dello stesso.

Un comun denominatore nell’intreccio della tradizione orale greca traslata attraverso i dialoghi successivamente trasportati anche in forma scritta, e le altre civiltà del passato esiste, in molte lingue e antiche religioni Zeus o Giove assume quasi sempre la connotazione di colui che presiede ai tuoni ai fulmini e alla giustizia riequilibrando e ridefinendo assetti geografici e comunitari come Dio del cielo e generatore di tutte le cose.

Andando a leggere in sommaria decifrazione della teogonia di Esiodo, Zeus nelle sue scappatelle, chiamiamole così, soprattutto quelle con donne mortali,imprime un nuovo ordine divino sulla terra trasformandola in mescolanza anche di genie eterogenee, si pensi al suo rapporto con Semele da cui deve nascere la vegetazione e la fauna, associata a Dionisio, il quale per potersi riprodurre deve purificare la zolla della terra ,terra trasformata attraverso il fuoco, solo così il terreno potrà cambiare coltura e attraverso la confusione ,che dapprima avviene ,riunirsi al disegno divino della liberazione di nuovi frutti e fiori, ciò si compie attraverso lo smembramento e la vivisezione di tutte le parti del corpo terrestre che dovranno essere poi ricomposte nel compimento dell’opera della riunificazione tra l’uomo e il creato.

Questo è Dionisio, l’orgiastica liberazione attraverso dei riti folli e insensati degli istinti nascosti della natura divoratrice e generatrice.

Infatti lo stesso Dionisio viene fatto a pezzi e gettato nelle acque, cosa che avviene anche per Orfeo, l’unico pezzo del corpo che rimane è la testa, e se si pensa alle Gorgone Medusa, Perseo ne riporta la vittoria tagliandole la testa.

La testa dove è contenuto il centro del nostro pensare, dove è contenuto il cervello, già gli antichi conoscevano la morte celebrale e la simboleggiavano attraverso la mascherata della testa, le maschere indossate durante i riti dionisiaci per unirsi al Dio e divenirne espressione reale di unione erano proprio questo, la reincarnazione, la resurrezione.

Certo che nel leggerne il simbolismo del Dio Dionisio si potrebbe anche interpretarlo come fonte di alleviare le sofferenze del corpo e della mente usando sostanze psicogene o quanto meno inebrianti, come il vino, per poter sopportare meglio le fatiche del vivere e le avversità che la stessa natura animalesca umana pone a detrimento dello spirito divino.

Tutto il racconto della mitologia greca attraverso anche le allegorie filosofiche e astrali ci porta a cercare di raccogliere quei pezzi smembrati durante i secoli e le ere ,che si trovano sparsi sul nostro pianeta e nell’universo.

Io sto cercando di farlo con Giove e la sua figliolanza e con Giove e i segni zodiacali a cui il suo mito si confà

Giove arciere nel Sagittario, Giove Chirone che insegna che accoglie le sofferenze e fa guarire, Giove che rende immortali nello spirito che ha dovuto sopportare fatiche e ostacoli da parte di chi non conosce la dottrina della natura.

Giove che esilia il tempo ma che non lo fa morire, lo nasconde, lo mette da parte affinchè non divori tutto e tutti,Giove misericordioso nel far nascere Dionisio ,il portatore di estasi e di effetti anestetici,Giove benevolo con il diverso di sembianze, Giove che accoglie l’estraneo,lo straniero, Giove maestro di ospitalità e di disciplina, Giove che attraverso le sue figlie le Muse vuole donare gaudio e felicità, Giove che deve compiere anche atti prevaricatori….Zeus che però si assoggetta solo a Themis e a Demeter e alle loro richieste, guardando anche ad Athena , come alla parte femminile del suo essere più capace ad esprimere valori di coraggio e audacia, anche con un assoggettamento aggressivo.

Zeus è e rappresenta per il segno del Toro la rinascita e lo scettro della vittoria conquistata con pazienza e maestria che sottace l’impossessamento e la conoscenza delle leggi naturali e l’uso degli strumenti per farle funzionare, i ruoli e le vegetazioni a cui il segno del Toro sente di appartenere anima e corpo, un segno che trova nel Sagittario la sua morte ma la sua rinascita toccando le sfere anche degli eccessi degli appetiti sessuali e della godereccia lassività, incontrando Dionisio, dove nel ritornare ,questo segno di terra alla sua natura divina, deve portare con se nuove prospettive e nuove terre da conquistare, oltrepassato questo confine, cicrcoscritto nel mare, il toro può spogliato dalla sua falsa identità regnare tranquillo e beato vicino al volgere della natura e dei suoi cicli.

Il segno del Toro governato da Lucifero ovvero Venere chiamata stella del mattino e da Giove ossia da Zeus portatore di seme nuovo su terre conosciute e floride, come Creta, può attraverso l’esaltazione della Luna Selene, colei che risplende e che guida il carro della luce del Sole ,prima del tramonto, far nascere la c.d. età aurea, identificata come oltraggio, nella bibbia ,nell’adorazione del vitello d’oro.

L’età dell’oro del Toro è la consacrazione tra Demeter della Virgo, il settore zodiacale che è per questo segno espressione del suo modo di amare e di procreare, e Zeus settore sagittariano dove il Toro si ricongiunge al suo lato spirituale e divino spogliandosi proprio della maschera animalesca e istintiva a cui assoggetta la sua esistenza.

Demeter madre natura, la prosperità del seme raccolto e conservato e Zeus lo spirito divino e colui che giudica e si ripropone di far trionfare anche la parte benefica e paterna della natura.

Venere incontra la fortuna trasportando la chiarezza del Sole oltrepassando la simbolica intrigante e nascosta natura scorpionica, opponendosi al possesso finalizzato solo all’orgasmo ma cercando nel Saggitario la libertà sublime dei sensi dell’eros estiatico.

Europa rapita dal Toro bianco

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Europa Giove e Creta nel mito del Toro, Giove pianeta del Toro lo fa rinascere Sagittario

Meryluise Astrologa — Fri, 27 Nov 2009 14:22:52 +0000

Europa Giove e Creta nel mito del segno del Toro

Giove pianeta del Toro lo fa rinascere Sagittario

Atlantide e Creta e l’acqua universale

Nelle icone in alto sono rispettivamente rappresentati degli affreschi ritrovati nel palazzo cretese di Cnosso e lo stesso palazzo reale di Cnosso, sede dei re cretesi ,il più conosciuto dei quali era Minosse , si voglia perchè era ritenuto figlio di Europa e di Zeus si voglia per la narrazione mitologica del Minotauro, figlio questi di un toro bianco, regalato da Poseidon a Minosse in sacrificio come protezione di Creta , e la moglie stessa di Minosse, che invaghitasi del toro ne rimase incinta e diete alla luce un essere metà toro e metà uomo, per l’appunto il Minotauro.

La principessa Europa stava giocando sulle spiagge di Tiro con altre ancelle e raccoglieva fiori vicino al mare, quando Zeus la vide da lontano e se ne innamorò.

Il padre di Europa soleva portare a pascolo i buoi e Zeus pensò di poter sedurre la ragazza ,facendosi aiutare da Hermes ,nella metamorfosi, acquistando le sembianze di un Toro bianco, così fece ,trasmormatosi nell’animale si indrodusse nelle mandrie di Agenor,grazie anche ad Hermes e, da lì se ne allontò ,per arrivare vicino alla riva dove c’era Europa, con l’espediente di mostrarsi alla fanciulla pacifico e docile al fine che la stessa non ne avesse timore.

La fanciulla dapprima alla vista del toro ne ebbe timore ma poi saggiatone la mansuetudine con carezze e avvicinamenti ne montò in groppa fiduciosa, fu lì ,che Zeus la rapì ,e attraversando il mare ,approdò a Creta sua isola adottiva.

La ragazza durante tutto il tragitto emise urla e per non cadere in acqua si aggrappò saldamente alle corna del toro.

Secondo me non a caso Zeus portò Europa a Creta, quest’isola era la sua patria adottiva, ne aveva consacrato la nascita, quando sua madre Rea con uno stratagemma, lo salvò da essere divorato dal padre Cronos, sorte che invece era toccata agli altri suoi fratelli.

La nascita di Zeus ,inoltre, fu dovuta soprattutto all’appoggio complice dei suoi nonni Gea e Urano ,che aiutarono Rea a trovare un posto adatto a nasconderlo, per inciso, una grotta di Creta.

In questa grotta ricevette il nutrimento dalla capra Amaltea che lo allatò e dalla ninfa Melissa che lo nutrì con il miele .

Rimasta a Creta e sposatane il re, alla fanciulla furono fatti tre doni da Zeus, allo scopo di proteggerne la permanenza, uno era un cane che proteggeva l’isola, un altro era un robot meccanico di bronzo sempre regalato per lo stesso scopo, e il terzo era un giavellotto che se lanciato mirava con precisione infallibile il bersaglio da colpire.

In questo lasso di tempo ,nel frattempo, i tre frateli di Europa la cercarono invano, il più famoso dei quali Cadmo ,che nella stessa ricerca si stanziò a Tebe ,e ne fu re e fondatore, nonchè sposo di Armonia e padre di Semele madre a sua volta di Dioniso.

Zeus per onorare l’animale che gli permise di possedere Europa lo immortalò nel firmamento e da lì nacque la costellazione del Toro.

La storia di Europa oltre alle connoazioni dell’inganno e della violenza ci riporta anche al significato e alla possibile leggenda di come sia nato il nostro continente.

Europa rapita da Toro

Quindi si presume che dalle coste egiziane o fenicee una popolazione si sia addendrata ad esplorare altre terre attraverso la traversata del mare mediterraneo con mezzi anfibi, o velieri, o navi o qualsivoglia mezzo che potesse solcare le acque , e che abbia trovato, lungo il viaggio marino, molto probabilmente , un tornado e mare agitato e turbolento.

Infatti Europa resta attaccata alle corna del toro,durante lo spostamento, corna che in questo caso simboleggiano la mezzaluna, il bianco del toro , è simbolo della stessa colorazione lunare e della schiuma marina quando il mare è agitato, e sappaimo che le maree sono determinate anche dalla Luna.

Zeus inoltre è sempre stato rappresentato come un Dio che aveva caratteristiche di scatenare fulmini,tuoni e saette e di provocare anche tempeste,quindi ,secondo me, questo racconto della genitura e della stanzialità europea ,ne connatura la posizione geografica che dall’Africa, attraverso il mediterraneo delle coste sicule, non dimentichiamo che Zeus era chiamato anche con l’appellativo Etneo, quindi residente sul vulcano Etna ,in Sicilia, si era propagata ,in analogia, naufragando sulle coste cretesi e dando vita ad altre comunità in espansione territoriale.

Il nostro continente nacque partendo dalla Sicilia e incontrando la civiltà cretese, avamposto tra l’Africa e l’Asia ,abbia demarcato e configurato l’assetto del propio territorio geografico come terzo continente terrestre.

Sappiamo dall’osservazione di Giove come pianeta e della sua Luna Europa come questa sia un satellite dove si trova acqua,elemento che è ormai stato avvistato anche sul nostro satellite.

Si narra inoltre che il marito nonchè re di Creta sposo di Europa ,Asterio, fosse il discendente di quinta generazione di Deucalione,dell’unico sopravvisuto al diluvio universale.

Ancora acqua ,la Luna stavolta quella di Zeus o Giove, Europa, e il mito di Atlantide e del diluvio universale.

Nella costellazione del Toro e nel mito a lui consacrato da Zeus o Giove, nonchè del toro bianco dato dal Dio del mare Poseidon, a cui la società atlantidea aveva eretto un tempio di venerazione, si intrecciano leggende ,storie e manifestazioni della spiegazione primordiale della nascita del nostro pianeta e dei continenti dello stesso.

Un comun denominatore ,nell’intreccio della tradizione orale greca traslata attraverso i dialoghi successivamente trasportati anche in forma scritta, e le altre civiltà del passato, esiste, in molte lingue e antiche religioni Zeus o Giove assume quasi sempre la connotazione di colui che presiede ai tuoni ,ai fulmini e alla giustizia riequilibrando e ridefinendo assetti geografici e comunitari come Dio del cielo e generatore di tutte le cose.

Andando a leggere in sommaria decifrazione della teogonia di Esiodo, Zeus nelle sue scappatelle, chiamiamole così, soprattutto quelle con donne mortali,imprime un nuovo ordine divino sulla terra trasformandola in mescolanza anche di genie eterogenee, si pensi al suo rapporto con Semele, da cui deve nascere la vegetazione e la fauna, associata a Dionisio, il quale per potersi riprodurre deve purificare la zolla della terra ,terra trasformata attraverso il fuoco, solo così il terreno potrà cambiare coltura e attraverso la confusione che dapprima avviene ,riunirsi al disegno divino della liberazione di nuovi frutti e fiori, ciò si compie con lo smembramento e la vivisezione di tutte le parti del corpo terrestre che dovranno essere poi ricomposte nel compimento dell’opera della riunificazione tra l’uomo e il creato.

Questo è Dionisio, l’orgiastica liberazione attraverso dei riti folli e insensati degli istinti nascosti della natura divoratrice e generatrice.

La testa dove è contenuto il centro del nostro pensare, dove è contenuto il cervello, già gli antichi conoscevano la morte celebrale e la simboleggiavano attraverso la mascherata della testa, le maschere indossate ,durante i riti dionisiaci per unirsi al Dio e divenirne espressione reale di unione, erano proprio questo, la reincarnazione, la resurrezione.

Certo che nel leggerne il simbolismo del Dio Dionisio si potrebbe anche interpretarlo come fonte di alleviare le sofferenze del corpo e delle mente usando sostanze psicogene o quanto meno inebrianti, come il vino, per poter sopportare meglio le fatiche del vivere e le avversità che la stessa natura animalesca umana pone a detrimento dello spirito divino.

Tutto il racconto della mitologia greca attraverso anche le allegorie filosofiche e astrali ci porta a cercare di raccogliere quei pezzi smembrati durante i secoli e le ere che si trovano sparsi sul nostro pianeta e nell’universo.

Io sto cercando di farlo con Giove e la sua figliolanza e con Giove e i segni zodiacali a cui il suo mito si confà

Giove che esilia il tempo ma che non lo fa morire, lo nasconde, lo mette da parte ,affinchè non divori tutto e tutti,Giove misericordioso nel far nascere Dionisio ,il portatore di estasi e di effetti anestetici,Giove benevolo con il diverso di sembianze, Giove che accoglie l’estraneo,lo straniero, Giove maestro di ospitalità e di disciplina, Giove che attraverso le sue figlie le Muse vuole donare gaudio e felicità, Giove che deve compiere anche atti prevaricatori….Zeus che però si assoggetta solo a Themis e a Demeter e alle loro richieste, guardando anche ad Athena come alla parte femminile del suo essere più capace ad esprimere valori di coraggio e audacia, anche con un assoggettamento aggressivo.

Zeus è e rappresenta per il segno del Toro la rinascita e lo scettro della vittoria conquistata con pazienza e maestria che sottace l’impossessamento e la conoscenza delle leggi naturali e l’uso degli strumenti per farle funzionare, i ruoli e le vegetazioni a cui il segno del Toro sente di appartenere anima e corpo, un segno che trova nel Sagittario la sua morte ma la sua rinascita toccando le sfere anche degli eccessi degli appetiti sessuali e della godereccia lassività, incontrando Dionisio, dove nel ritornare ,questo segno di terra alla sua natura divina, deve portare con se nuove prospettive e nuove terre da conquistare, oltrepassato questo confine, ciorcoscritto nel mare, il toro può ,spogliato dalla sua falsa identità ,regnare tranquillo e beato vicino al volgere della natura e dei suoi cicli.

L’età dell’oro del Toro è la consacrazione tra Demeter della Virgo, il settore zodiacale per questo segno espressione del suo modo di amare e di procreare, e Zeus settore sagittariano dove il Toro si ricongiunge al suo lato spirituale e divino spogliandosi proprio della maschera animalesca e istintiva a cui assoggetta la sua esistenza.

Demeter madre natura, la prosperità del seme raccolto e conservato e Zeus lo spirito divino e colui che giudica e si riprone di far trionfare anche la parte benefica e paterna della natura.

Venere incontra la fortuna trasportando la chiarezza del Sole oltrepassando la simbolica intrigante e nascosta natura scorpionica, opponendosi al possesso finalizzato solo all’orgasmo ma cercando nel Sagittario la libertà sublime dei sensi dell’eros estiatico.

Palazzo di Cnosso a Creta

Amore poesia...UN COCCHIO TRAINATO DA CENTO TI AMO

Meryluise Astrologa — Fri, 27 Nov 2009 01:25:46 +0000

UN COCCHIO TRAINATO DA CENTO TI AMO
Un cocchio trainato
da cento ti amo,
una biga nell’arena
vittoriosa sul traguardo
si perde…
nel mio sguardo,
fisso e imperscrutabile
al mellifluo tuo aspirar.
Lontani ormai i nostri richiami
scoppiettano scintillanti
vicino a falò accesi
da candele di processioni,
nostre peregrine in destini
di ardite concessioni.
Alimenti vitali
in pasti mortali
cuociono, lentamente
su vivida fiamma,
il saziar dell’eros
come divina manna.
Fiamme memoniche,
bracieri di passione
nostri roghi mai spenti,
si attizzano nei camini
coi nostri cuori vicini

Trophy Hunt: God of War

acantophis3rd — Fri, 27 Nov 2009 00:01:51 +0000

You can download this F.A.Q. as PDF here.

I reached 100% of all God of War Trophies with 2 run-throughs inside a single week. The first run was on Hard Mode! It was though but I never accept the offer to switch to Easy Mode. Hurray! The second run was on easy to grab the last missing trophies. Now I want to give you some tips how to get em all. You should note that there is no “Complete the Game on God Mode” trophy in the list, wich means that you dont need to complete the game in this Difficulty Mode unless you want to unlock all the Treasures in the game itself (costume select, the truth about Kratos family and the second secret message). If you are up to beat the game on God Mode and to unlock all the treasures, be advised that you can get the first secret message by destroying the two statues in the last room of the game (200 hits each) I was very satisfied about this circumstance not to be forced to play through God Mode.

Anyway, lets begin with the trophy list. Here we go:

BRONCE TROPHIES

Rockin’ the Boat – Complete the Sex Mini-Game
- After fighting the Hydra and reaching Athens you start in your cap with two beautiful naked woman lie on your bed. By Pushing the R2-Button you just talk with them. You need to jump on the bed and to push the Circe-Button to interact with them. It’s not only a good practice for the many Quick-Time-Events, it also rewards you with red globes and a trophy.
Don’t Leave Her Hanging – Rescue the Oracle with 10 seconds to spare
- This is a easy one. Just finish the race to rescue the Oracles with 10 seconds left on the timer.
Splash – Kiss the Nyad
- There are 4 Nyads that can be found during the Test of Poseidon under water. By pushing the R2-Button you just read Kratos thoughts. You need to push the Circle-Button near the Nyad to kiss her and to get the trophy.
Zero Health = Bronze Trophy
- This is an easy one. Just open a Chest when your heath meter is already full.
Hitman – Get a 100 Hits Combo
- There are to places to achieve this trophy. The first one is near the locked door that you need to open by a puzzle short before you can acquire Zeus Fury or during the Test of Atlas while a block is coming near you and you have to kill all enemies before it smashes you.Make sure to have Poseidon’s Rage at last on Level 2 and play on Normal or Hard Mode.
  It’s near impossible to get this trophy on Easy Mode because the enemies have less health and die very quick what makes it hard for you to collect enough hits.
  All you have to do is to wait until you are surrounded by a lot of enemies. Now is the time to cast Poseidon’s Rage and to smash the Circle-Button. Tada! Now you have over 100 hits and get the trophy.
Getting My Ass Kicked – Die enough times to get offered Easy Mode
- You need to play the game at last on Normal Mode and to die during the same battle exactly 5 times to get offered to change the difficulty to Easy Mode. Dont win a battle and activate the next checkpoint or the counter will be set back to zero.

SILVER TROPHIES

Kratos’ Marble Collection – Collect all the Gorgon Eyes
- There are 18 Gorgon Eyes wich increase your healt-meter. You can find more than 18 Gorgon Eyes spread all over the Chests that can be found in the game. You get the trophy by collecting all 18 Gorgon Eyes.
Stick it in Your Cap! – Collect all the Phoenix Feathers
- There are 18 Phoenix Feathers wich increase your mana-meter. You can find more than 18 Phoenix Feathers spread all over the Chests that can be found in the game. You get the trophy by collecting all 18 Phenix Feathers.
Hitman 2 – Get a 200 Hits Combo
- Check the Trophy “Hitman 1″ above to know the two best places to reach the trophy. Cast Poseidon’s Rage once more and bash the Circle-Button again to get over 200 hits. The trophy is yours now!
Legend of the Twins – Watch the ‘Birth of the Beast’ Treasure
- After you have completed the game once you unlock a short movie in the Treasure list. Just play this video and you get the trophy.
Seeing Red – Max out all Weapons and Magic
- It’s near impossible to max out all weapons and magic on Normal Mode or higher, because you get less red globes by defeating enemies. Play the game on Easy Mode and try to follow this simple rules:
  - Kill your opponents very brutal to get more red globes as you would get by just killing them the normal way
  - Open the by two Muse-Keys locked secret room in Rings of Pandora to get a large boost of experience
  - Try to find every chest wich include red orbs during the game
  - You get the most globes in chests on your escape from the underworld
  - During the first battle against Ares try to fail the mini-game after the first sequence when Kratos jumps on Ares shoulders to get lots of experience levels, up to 5 times

GOLD TROPHIES

You Got the Touch! – Climb the Spiked Column in Hades without taking damage
- You only have to climb the first Spiked Column in Hades without taking damage to achieve this trophy. It’s not very hard to solve this task. Just focus on the blades of the column and dont hesitate. I can’t tell you if you need to load your game after you got hit by one of the blades to reset the requirement not to get hit. I always quit the game and load the savegame before the next attempt to survive this column untouched.
I’ll Take the Physical Challenge – Complete the Challenge of the God
- You can select the Challenge of the Gods in the treasure menu after completing the game for the first time. Just beat the 10 stages of this challenge to archive the trophy.
Speed of Jason McDonald – Beat the game in under 5 hours on any Difficulty
- I completed this task together with the trophy “Seeing Red”. It’s possible to be under 5 hours and to max out all weapons when you play on Easy Mode.To accomplish this task follow this simple rules:
  - Play on Easy Mode
  - Dont kill every enemy on your way to spare some time and just kill all enemies if you are forced to through a magical barrier
Key to Success – Collect all of the Muse Keys
- There are only 2 Muse-Keys in the world, but enough chests to find one. I found one in a chest behind Atlas and the second one during the climb on a wall.

This is it folks! Now grab your Platinum Trophy! Oh wait.. there are still more trophies to discover during the game. Just progress through the game and complete it once to get the last missing trophies by just playing the game

You can download this F.A.Q. as PDF here.

And here are the missing trophies:

BRONCE TROPHIES

1.21 Gigawatts – Acquire Poseidon’s Rage
Rocking Out – Acquire Medusa’s Gaze
Bolt Action – Acquire Zeus’ Fury
Sword Man – Acquire Blade of Artemis
Soul Search – Acquire Army of Hades
Matador – Win the first Minotaur fight
Scape Goat – Win the first Satyr fight
Roll Over & and Die – Win the first Cerberus fight
Don’t They Ever Shut Up! – Defeat the Desert Sirens
Beat a Dead Horse – Complete the Centaur sacrifice to Hades
Kickboxer – Complete the Spike Room Box Puzzle
Get the Ball Rolling – Complete the Challenge of Atlas
Totally Baked – Complete the Human sacrifice
Get Me a Beer Kid – Free yourself from the depths of Hades

SILVER TROPHIES

It’s the HUGE One – Retrieve the Captain’s Key
Take the Bull by the Horns – Defeat Pandora’s Guardian
Head Hunter – Obtain the head of the Architect’s wife
The Power to Kill a God – Retrieve Pandora’s Box
God Killer – Kill Ares

GOLD TROPHIES

Prepare to be a God – Beat the Game on any Difficulty

You can download this F.A.Q. as PDF here.

BRONCE* Rockin’ the Boat – Complete the Sex Mini-Game
* Don’t Leave Her Hanging – Rescue the Oracle with 10 seconds to spare
* Splash – Kiss the Nyad
* Get Me a Beer Kid – Free yourself from the depths of Hades
* Zero Health = Bronze Trophy – Open a Health Chest when your health meter is already full
* Hitman – Get a 100 Hits Combo
* Getting My Ass Kicked – Die enough times to get offered Easy ModeSILVER* Kratos’ Marble Collection – Collect all the Gorgon Eyes
* Stick it in Your Cap! – Collect all the Phoenix Feathers
* Hitman 2 – Get a 200 Hits Combo
* Legend of the Twins – Watch the ‘Birth of the Beast’ Treasure
* Seeing Red – Max out all Weapons and MagicGOLD* You Got the Touch! – Climb the Spiked Column in Hades without taking damage
* I’ll Take the Physical Challenge – Complete the Challenge of the Gods
* Speed of Jason McDonald – Beat the game in under 5 hours on any Difficulty
* Key to Success – Collect all of the Muse Keys

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Meryluise Astrologa — Thu, 26 Nov 2009 16:19:58 +0000

Un video che mi emoziona sempre anche perchè è il mio primo video prodotto per ringraziare i miei primi 23 fansens su Facebook,l’audio non è eccezionale ma gli U2 e Pavarotti sono unici.

Prima parte di circa un minuto declamazione della poesia sapore di bacio ma poi note di Miss Saraievo buona visione a tutti con il fiore del cactus cliccare sulle immagini per vedere i videos

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ACQUA SULLA LUNA SCOPERTA ATLANTIDE ?FANTASIA O REALTA’?

Meryluise Astrologa — Thu, 26 Nov 2009 13:08:20 +0000

ACQUA SULLA LUNA SCOPERTA ATLANTIDE ?FANTASIA O REALTA’?

IL MITO DI ATLANTIDE LA SCOPERTA DELL’ACQUA SULLA LUNA POTREBBE RIPROPORNE IL MITO…CIVILTA’ Sconosciuta

Nella foto in alto Luna Venere e Giove

- In questo Articolo di Meryluise Astrologa

-Ipotesi fantascientifica sulla civiltà atlantidea abitante la Luna

-Foto della Nasa che pongono in luce il ritrovamento dell’acqua sulla Luna

-Foto e traduzione della morte di una stella della Costellazione del Toro una Supernova

Acqua sulla Luna per me che sono una fantasiosa è il ritrovamento della mitica Atlantide, che secondo Platone scomparve proprio per un maremoto.

Il famoso diluvio universale presente nelle leggende di antichissime civiltà , potrebbe essere un resoconto di avvistamenti notturni da parte dei primi abitanti della terra, che guardando al cielo come ad un sistema da decifrare , lo scrutavano con molto interesse ed attenzione, magari soffermandosi a scoprire i misteri della Luna ,qualcuno ha visto una sera ,proprio sul nostro satellite , delle comete cadere sulla Luna e produrre nell’impatto una massa d’acqua enorme che poi sparite le stesse comete ha fatto supporre che una civiltà di benessere fosse scomparsa senza lasciarne più traccia.

Oppure dallo stesso impatto di caduta d’acqua nella collisione tra le comete e la Luna siano effettivamente scomparsi degli esseri viventi che abitavano il nostro satellite magari con un’atmosfera climatica meno fredda ed impervia alla sopravvivenza di organismi viventi, si vuole perchè nella sua rotazione e nel suo moto la stessa Luna venisse irradiata dal calore solare e quindi con temperature climatiche più soggette alla riproduzione di vita. In fondo il famoso big bang è stato generato da un’esplosione di calore.

Riporto citazioni estrapolate da Wikipedia sulle ipotesi di Atlantide

Rudolf Steiner scrisse dell’evoluzione culturale di Mu o Atlantide.

Il sensitivo americano Edgar Cayce menzionò per la prima volta Atlantide nel 1923,[14] ed in seguitò asserì che era collocata nei Caraibi, proponendo che Atlantide fosse un’antica civiltà, altamente evoluta, ora sommersa, dotata di forze navali e aeree mosse da una misteriosa forma di cristallo di energia.

Egli predisse inoltre che delle parti di Atlantide sarebbero riemerse nel 1968 o 1969. (guarda caso ,nota di Meryluise,le date dello sbarco sulla Luna)

La Bimini Road una formazione rocciosa sommersa con pietre rettangolari appena al largo di North Bimini Island è stata descritta come una possibile prova di questa civiltà. Il concetto di Atlantide attrasse i teorici nazisti.

La teoria del ghiaccio cosmico(1913] di Hanns Hörbiger (1860-1931) aveva infatti conquistato un vasto appoggio popolare e venne promossa dal regime nazista per le sue implicazioni razziali Hörbiger riteneva che la Terra fosse soggetta a periodici cataclismi provocati della caduta di una serie corpi celesti che da comete erano diventati satelliti; la sommersione di Atlantide e di Lemuria sarebbero state provocate dalla cattura dell’attuale satellite della Terra, la Luna I periodi di avvicinamento dei satelliti avrebbero provocato (per diminuzione della gravità) la nascita di stirpi di giganti di cui parlano la varie mitologie. Alfred Rosenberg (Mito del XX secolo 1930 parlò di una razza dominante “nordico-atlantiana” o “ariano-nordica”.

Nel 1938 l’alto ufficiale Heinrich Himmler (allora capo supremo delle forze dell’ordine del Terzo Reich) organizzò una ricerca in Tibet allo scopo di trovare le spoglie degli Atlantidei bianchi.

Secondo Julius Evola (Rivolta contro il mondo moderno 1934 gli Atlantiani erano Iperborei: superuomini nordici originari del Polo Nord (vedi Thule).

Acqua sulla Luna immagini e commenti riprodotti dal sito Nasa Immagini prese direttamente dal sito della Nasa che proiettano la visione dell’impatto del Centuaro un proiettile sparato di notevole peso in tonnellate per verificare l’esistenza dell’acqua sulla Luna.

Le ipotesi di questo ritrovamento eccezionale sul nostro satellite sono svariate la più accreditata sembra quella che alcune comete siano cadute sulla Luna e abbiamo prodotto acqua dovuta alla loro stessa composizione idrica, altre ipotizzano la possibilità che l’acqua,sotto forma di ghiaccio, presente sulla Luna sia stata generata dal vento solare, che penetrandone la superficie ha formato crateri di ghiaccio , anche perchè la zona dove è stata individuata l’acqua è quella meno irradiata dal Sole, quindi l’acqua stessa si è conservata grazie alla zona di raffreddamento.

Il proiettile Centauaro lanciato dalla missione LCROSS nell’impatto di penetrazione ha prodotto una deflagrazione di massa gassosa che ha generato un surriscaldamento facendone evaporare parte del liquido presente nell’impatto di superficie.

Questo è quello che ho capito io leggendo la cronaca del ritrovamento.

Di seguito ho riportato alcune foto del cratere lunare bersaglio del proiettile Centauro e poi una foto della morte di una stella della costellazione del Toro una nebulosa distante miliardi di anni luce dalla terra.

Nella prima foto del cratere presa a 10 km: L’immagine visibile della fotocamera mostra la plume ejecta a circa 20 secondi dopo l’impatto. Il campo di vista degli spettrometri sono indicate dal cerchio rosso. Credit: NASA Clicca l’immagine a piena risoluzione.

A sinistra: Il punto di vista del piano di Cabeo come si è visto attraverso le LCROSS vicino-telecamera a raggi infrarossi. Il cratere fresca fatta per l’impatto centauro è indicato. Credit: NASA Clicca l’immagine a piena risoluzione.

A sinistra: A zoom-in di effetti Centauro fresco come visto nel LCROSS vicino telecamera a raggi infrarossi. Credit: NASA Clicca l’immagine a piena risoluzione.

La stella della costella zione del Toro

Spettacolare la morte di una stella nella costellazione del Toro è stato osservato sulla Terra come la supernova del 1054 dC Ora, a quasi un migliaio di anni più tardi, un oggetto super denso – ha chiesto una stella di neutroni – lasciato dall’esplosione è visto vomitando una valanga di particelle di alta energia nel campo di detriti in espansione conosciuta come la Nebulosa del Granchio. X-ray da dati di Chandra fornire indizi importanti per il funzionamento di questa potente cosmica “generatore”, che è la produzione di energia al ritmo di 100.000 soli. Questa immagine composita utilizza dati provenienti da tre dei grandi osservatori della NASA.

Il Chandra X-ray immagine viene visualizzata in blu, l’Hubble Space Telescope immagini ottiche sono in giallo e rosso, e di immagini a infrarossi del telescopio spaziale Spitzer è in viola. L’immagine a raggi X è più piccolo degli altri, perché gli elettroni estremamente energetici che emettono raggi X irradiano via la loro energia più rapidamente di quanto in basso a elettroni emettono luce ottici e infrarossi.

Insieme a molti altri telescopi, Chandra ha più volte rilevato la Nebulosa del Granchio nel corso della durata della missione. La Nebulosa del Granchio è uno degli oggetti più studiati nel cielo, rendendo veramente una icona cosmica.

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Sekilas tentang mitos Athena

valz21 — Thu, 26 Nov 2009 10:24:13 +0000

Sejarah Athena kaya dan beragam.Jika kita membicarakan Mitos tentangnya ,kita akan mengetahui beberapa dewa dewa yang dipercayai bangsa Yunani dan berpengaruh pada saat itu.

Mitos dimulai dari nama Athena dan Poseidon.Athena (juga dikenal sebagai dewa Romawi Minerva) dan Poseidon (dewa lautan). Athena dan Poseidon berdua ingin menjadi pelindung Athena. Untuk penyeimbang antara ideologi dari keduanya , Kekrops (juga disebut sebagai anak manusia setengah dewa), muncul sebagai penengah dari keduanya.

Athena dan Poseidon harus menciptakan sesuatu yang berharga dan membanggakan bagi kota Athena. Pada saat itu, terjadilah persaingan , Poseidon menciptakan sebuah kota ( beberapa sumber mengatakan dia memberikan kota kuda) dan Athena menciptakan pohon zaitun. Pada akhirnya, dewa Athena bisa dikatakan menang , karena pohon zaitun tersebut cukup berpengaruh bagi bangsa Yunani. Dan pada saat itu pula pohon zaitun menjadi simbol perdamaian dan kemakmuran, dan sejak itu Athena dinamai Dewi Athena, dan Kekrops menjadi raja pertama Athena. Athena juga diberkati dengan pohon anggur, yang diberikan oleh dewa Dionyssos (dewa anggur). Anggur, menjadi bagian integral perdagangan dan kehidupan di Athena, tidak berasal dari daratan Yunani, tetapi hasil pasokan dari Kreta. Anggur itu sendiri banyak digunakan oleh bangsa Yunani untuk melakukan acara keagamaan atau Fundamental.

Mitos dan tradisi tentang sejarah kuno Athena terus menerus diteliti mulai dari Attica (sekitar wilayah budaya Athena),, mulai ditemukan artefak prasejarah dari Acropolis dan sekitar bagian-bagian lain dari Attica. Mitos tua Athena dan Attica, diperkirakan mencerminkan perang yang dipimpin Acropolis (pemimpin dalam rangka mencapai total penguasa dari wilayah-wilayah di sekitar Athena). Total penggabungan wilayah-wilayah di Attica dengan Athena terjadi sekitar 1400 SM. Penggabungan ini tercermin dalam mitos-mitos penggambaran Theseus dan penduduk Athena.

http://www.mnsu.edu/emuseum/prehistory/aegean/thecities/athens.html

Delilah Takes Flight

Brittany — Thu, 26 Nov 2009 01:23:03 +0000

As I was tending to the chickens this morning, I realized that it’s been quite a while since we’ve provided an update on recent hen happenings. So here’s what the lovely ladies have been up to.

Athena: Athena continues to be a ravenous beast when it comes to eating treats. All the ladies love their mid-day veggie snacks, let’s be real, but Athena stands out as the most enthusiastic, by far. We’re a little worried that those carbs will add up and she’ll lose her nice figure.

Athena sprinting toward me with the hope that I had some lettuce in my pocket. I didn't have any. She was quite upset.

Manola: Manola is still her timid, cautious self. While she has stopped roosting on the watering can (a big improvement), she has a tendency to take a very long time to lay an egg. Like three hours. Sometimes we wonder if she’s in there treating herself to a spa day.

Manola taking a dust bath. Among roosting in strange places and taking forever to lay an egg, this is another one of her favorite pastimes. Dust baths help chickens keep their feathers clean. Another reason why we think Manola enjoys the spa.

Delilah: The brain of the flock, Delilah is always learning new tricks. A couple days ago I was outside picking some lettuce because Athena was harassing me (big surprise), and on the other side of the yard I heard a bunch of flapping. A little startled, I turned and saw Delilah mid-flight on her way to the top of the chicken coop. Being the protective chicken owner that I am, I sprinted to the coop and immediately started screaming obscenities at her (actually they were more like whisper-obscenities… we are in a neighborhood, after all).

Since I still had some lettuce in my hand, I started throwing it through the air at her. I have no idea why I thought this would help. Once she safely made it to the peak of the roof, Rogue Chicken just stared at me. My eyes pled with her to come back down to Earth. You’ve got to understand that until this point, the ladies had never flown anywhere except inside the chicken coop to roost. It was really not OK that Delilah had taken the liberty to take such a monumental step without consulting the flock nor her humans. After about three minutes and 37 seconds, Rogue Chicken tiptoed down to the edge of the roof and gracefully flew back to Earth. We’re hoping this behavioral outburst isn’t a preview of what’s to come.

Delilah sneakily foraging in the garden. I bet she was loading up on carbs to prepare for her big flight. It all makes sense now.

Porphyry - On Images - fragment 8

Laria — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 19:59:22 +0000

‘The whole power productive of water they called Oceanus, and named its symbolic figure Tethys. But of the whole, the drinking-water produced is called Achelous; and the sea-water Poseidon; while again that which makes the sea, inasmuch as it is productive, is Amphitrite. Of the sweet waters the particular powers are called Nymphs, and those of the sea-waters Nereids.

Again, the power of fire they called Hephaestus, and have made his image in the form of a man, but put on it a blue cap as a symbol of the revolution of the heavens, because the archetypal and purest form of fire is there. But the fire brought down from heaven to earth is less intense, and wants the strengthening and support which is found in matter: wherefore he is lame, as needing matter to support him.

Also they supposed a power of this kind to belong to the sun and called it Apollo, from the pulsation of his beams. There are also nine Muses singing to his lyre, which are the sublunar sphere, and seven spheres of the planets, and one of the fixed stars. And they crowned him with laurel, partly because the plant is full of fire, and therefore hated by daemons; and partly because it crackles in burning, to represent the god’s prophetic art.

But inasmuch as the sun wards off the evils of the earth, they called him Heracles (from his clashing against the air) in passing from east to west. And they invented fables of his performing twelve labours, as the symbol of the division of the signs of the zodiac in heaven; and they arrayed him with a club and a lion’s skin, the one as an indication of his uneven motion, and the other representative of his strength in “Leo” the sign of the zodiac.

Of the sun’s healing power Asclepius is the symbol, and to him they have given the staff as a sign of the support and rest of the sick, and the serpent is wound round it, as significant of his preservation of body and soul: for the animal is most full of spirit, and shuffles off the weakness of the body. It seems also to have a great faculty for healing: for it found the remedy for giving clear sight, and is said in a legend to know a certain plant which restores life.

But the fiery power of his revolving and circling motion, whereby he ripens the crops, is called Dionysus, not in the same sense as the power which produces the juicy fruits, but either from the sun’s rotation, or from his completing his orbit in the heaven. And whereas he revolves round the cosmical seasons and is the maker of “times and tides,” the sun is on this account called Horus.

Of his power over agriculture, whereon depend the gifts of wealth, the symbol is Pluto. He has, however, equally the power of destroying, on which account they make Sarapis share the temple of Pluto: and the purple tunic they make the symbol of the light that has sunk beneath the earth, and the sceptre broken at the top that of his power below, and the posture of the hand the symbol of his departure into the unseen world.

Cerberus is represented with three heads, because the positions of the sun above the earth are three-rising, midday, and setting.

The moon, conceived according to her brightness, they called Artemis, as it were, “cutting the air.” And Artemis, though herself a virgin, presides over childbirth, because the power of the new moon is helpful to parturition.

What Apollo is to the sun, that Athena is to the moon: for the moon is a symbol of wisdom, and so a kind of Athena.

But, again, the moon is Hecate, the symbol of her varying phases and of her power dependent on the phases. Wherefore her power appears in three forms, having as symbol of the new moon the figure in the white robe and golden sandals, and torches lighted: the basket, which she bears when she has mounted high, is the symbol of the cultivation of the crops, which she makes to grow up according to the increase of her light: and again the symbol of the full moon is the goddess of the brazen sandals.

Or even from the branch of olive one might infer her fiery nature, and from the poppy her productiveness, and the multitude of the souls who find an abode in her as in a city, for the poppy is an emblem of a city. She bears a bow, like Artemis, because of the sharpness of the pangs of labour.

And, again, the Fates are referred to her powers, Clotho to the generative, and Lachesis to the nutritive, and Atropos to the inexorable will of the deity.

Also, the power productive of corn-crops, which is Demeter, they associate with her, as producing power in her. The moon is also a supporter of Kore. They set Dionysus also beside her, both on account of their growth of horns, and because of the region of clouds lying beneath the lower world.

The power of Kronos they perceived to be sluggish and slow and cold, and therefore attributed to him the power of time: and they figure him standing, and grey-headed, to indicate that time is growing old.

The Curetes, attending on Chronos, are symbols of the seasons, because time journeys on through seasons.

Of the Hours, some are the Olympian, belonging to the sun, which also open the gates in the air: and others are earthly, belonging to Demeter, and hold a basket, one symbolic of the flowers of spring, and the other of the wheat-ears of summer.

The power of Ares they perceived to be fiery, and represented it as causing war and bloodshed, and capable both of harm and benefit.

The star of Aphrodite they observed as tending to fecundity, being the cause of desire and offspring, and represented it as a woman because of generation, and as beautiful, because it is also the evening star-

“Hesper, the fairest star that shines in heaven.” [Homer, Iliad 22:318]

And Eros they set by her because of desire. She veils her breasts and other parts, because their power is the source of generation and nourishment. She comes from the sea, a watery element, and warm, and in constant movement, and foaming because of its commotion, whereby they intimate the seminal power.

Hermes is the representative of reason and speech, which both accomplish and interpret all things. The phallic Hermes represents vigour, but also indicates the generative law that pervades all things.

Further, reason is composite: in the sun it is called Hermes; in the moon Hecate; and that which is in the All Hermopan, for the generative and creative reason extends over all things. Hermanubis also is composite, and as it were half Greek, being found among the Egyptians also. Since speech is also connected with the power of love, Eros represents this power: wherefore Eros is represented as the son of Hermes, but as an infant, because of his sudden impulses of desire.

They made Pan the symbol of the universe, and gave him his horns as symbols of sun and moon, and the fawn skin as emblem of the stars in heaven, or of the variety of the universe.’

Athena : Woman of the twenty-second century living in the twenty first

shahujvaln — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 19:03:57 +0000

Hi,

Still thinking of title? It looks eccentric right? I know, it’s eccentric but it’s relative to the book which I have completed on last Saturday. I have completed “The Witch of Portobello“ – book of Paulo Coelho.

The Witch of Portobello is the story of Athena, a mysterious woman born in Transylvania (Romania), brought up in Beirut and living in London. Her life is told from the point of view of the people who knew her well or hardly at all – like her adoptive mother, her ex-husband, a Journalist, a Priest, her landlord, a teacher of calligraphy, a historian, an actress and some others.

In our life, we meet lots of people and we create one image of each. The image created by you is purely based on interaction with the person and behavior of the person with you. But nobody can describe characteristic of someone based on single person’s view. Right? That’s the reason, Paulo portray characteristic of Athena based on point of view of the people who met Athena.

One more difference is, here Paulo works with the re-emergence of the goddess religion, the interpretation of love, and the feminine face of God within the theme of searching for one’s true self and opening to the energies of the world.

I have note down some points from the book as below.

No one lights a lamp in order to hide it behind the door: the purpose of light is to create more light, to open people’s eyes, to reveal the marvels around.
No one can manipulate anyone else. In any relationship, both parties know what they’re doing, even if one of them complains later on that they were used.
Music isn’t something that conforts or distracts us, it goes beyond that- it’s an ideology. You can judge people by the kind of music they listen to.
Elegance isn’t a superficial thing, it’s the way mankind has found to honour life and work.
Faith is not desire. Faith is Will. Desires are things that need to be satisfied, whereas Will is a force. Will changes the space around us but for that, you also need Desire.
Groups are very important because they force us to progress. If you’re alone, all you can do is laugh at yourself, but if you’re with others, you’ll laugh and then immidiately act. Groups challanges us.
People learn twenty-five per cent from their teacher, twenty-five per cent from listning to themselves, twenty-five per cent from their friends and twenty-five per cent from time.

I am giving 2.5/5 to this book. You can read first chapter online on his blog.

Book Details:

The Witch of Portobello

Name: The Witch of Portobello

Author: Paulo Coelho ( Blog )

Language: English

Genre: Novel

Buy: Amazon, Shoppers Stop, HarperCollins

!!! Enjoy Reading !!!

Yamato Cosplay Cup 2007 - Athena (Saint Seiya) - Andressa Lilith

Macacão Sapão — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 15:29:00 +0000

Video da Anime Friends de 2007, apresentação de Andressa Lilith, que venceu o campeonato. E, de longe, o video de cosplay que pus no YouTube com mais exibições. E é muito foda mesmo, porra… AS ASAS MULEK!!!

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Meryluise Astrologa — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 11:54:05 +0000

IL MITO DI ATLANTIDE LA SCOPERTA DELL’ACQUA SULLA LUNA POTREBBE RIPROPORNE IL MITO…CIVILTA’ Sconosciuta

Nella foto in alto Luna Venere e Giove -

In questo Articolo

-Ipotesi fantascientifica sulla civiltà atlantidea abitante la Luna

-Foto della Nasa che pongono in luce il ritrovamento dell’acqua sulla Luna

-Foto e traduzione della morte di una stella della Costellazione del Toro una Supernova

Acqua sulla Luna per me che sono una fantasiosa è il ritrovamento della mitica Atlantide, che secondo Platone scomparve proprio per un maremoto.

In fondo il famoso big bang è stato generato da un’esplosione di calore.

Riporto citazioni estrapolate da Wikipedia sulle ipotesi di Atlantide

Rudolf Steiner scrisse dell’evoluzione culturale di Mu o Atlantide. Il sensitivo americano Edgar Cayce menzionò per la prima volta Atlantide nel 1923,^[14] ed in seguitò asserì che era collocata nei Caraibi, proponendo che Atlantide fosse un’antica civiltà, altamente evoluta, ora sommersa, dotata di forze navali e aeree mosse da una misteriosa forma di cristallo di energia. Egli predisse inoltre che delle parti di Atlantide sarebbero riemerse nel 1968 o 1969. La Bimini Road una formazione rocciosa sommersa con pietre rettangolari appena al largo di North Bimini Island è stata descritta come una possibile prova di questa civiltà.

Il concetto di Atlantide attrasse i teorici nazisti. La teoria del ghiaccio cosmico(1913^] di Hanns Hörbiger (1860-1931) aveva infatti conquistato un vasto appoggio popolare e venne promossa dal regime nazista per le sue implicazioni razziali Hörbiger riteneva che la Terra fosse soggetta a periodici cataclismi provocati della caduta di una serie corpi celesti che da comete erano diventati satelliti; la sommersione di Atlantide e di Lemuria sarebbero state provocate dalla cattura dell’attuale satellite della Terra, la Luna I periodi di avvicinamento dei satelliti avrebbero provocato (per diminuzione della gravità) la nascita di stirpi di giganti di cui parlano la varie mitologie. Alfred Rosenberg (Mito del XX secolo 1930parlò di una razza dominante “nordico-atlantiana” o “ariano-nordica”.

Nel 1938 l’alto ufficiale Heinrich Himmler (allora capo supremo delle forze dell’ordine del Terzo Reich) organizzò una ricerca in Tibetallo scopo di trovare le spoglie degli Atlantidei bianchi.

Secondo Julius Evola (Rivolta contro il mondo moderno 1934 gli Atlantiani erano Iperborei: superuomini nordici originari del Polo Nord (vedi Thule).

Le ipotesi di questo ritrovamento eccezionale sul nostro satellite sono svariate la più accreditata sembra quella che alcune comete siano cadute sulla Luna e abbiamo prodotto acqua dovuta alla loro stessa composizione idrica, altre ipotizzano la possibilità che l’acqua,sotto forma di ghiaccio, presente sulla Luna sia stata generata dal vento solare, che penetrandone la superficie ha formato crateri di ghiaccio , anche perchè la zona dove è stata individuata l’acqua è quella meno irradiata dal Sole, quindi l’acqua stessa si è conservata grazie alla zona di raffreddamento.

Il proiettile Centauaro lanciato dalla missione LCROSS nell’impatto di penetrazione ha prodotto una deflagrazione di massa gassosa che ha generato un surriscaldamento facendone evaporare parte del liquido presente nell’impatto di superficie.

Questo è quello che ho capito io leggendo la cronaca del ritrovamento.

La traduzione in italiana è stata offerta direttamente dal sito e quindi risulta seguire canoni letterali pedisequamente riproducenti parole nella loro accezione normale

Si ringrazia il sito Nasa http://www.nasa.gov/mission_pages/chandra/multimedia/photo09-096.html

A sinistra: A zoom-in di effetti Centauro fresco come visto nel LCROSS vicino telecamera a raggi infrarossi. Credit: NASA Clicca l’immagine a piena risoluzione.

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