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aquarum
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response 149 of 178:
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Feb 12 06:42 UTC 2002 |
New Words!!
damasked footlights
firey horns
corked heron
mirroring rosethorn
indefinite bird
falling's sound
Anyone get my references in that poem to popular novels? (just curious)
And, in reference to the poemin #132 (with "the muse's prick," are y'all aware
that, in addition to the Nine Muses, the Greeks had a tenth, male, muse?
Museo, the Muse-Man.
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brighn
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response 150 of 178:
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Feb 12 17:45 UTC 2002 |
Who is Lofting's good doctor, and how did he pick places to go?
I'm impressed, by the way. Only the last one -- retrofitted pyrene -- sounded
really forced. The rest worked their way in fairly well, considering my
Sadistic choices.
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morwen
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response 151 of 178:
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Feb 12 17:53 UTC 2002 |
resp:149 Not that I'm aware of and I like to tell Greek myths for
fun. What's your source?
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aquarum
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response 152 of 178:
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Feb 13 05:09 UTC 2002 |
To brighn: Nope, I'm gonna be stubborn, and make you look it up.
To morwen: I've forgotten the source now, it was in something about Hecate,
who was his mother. The reference seemed to be very obscure, and he wasn't
very MUCH recognized.
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aquarum
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response 153 of 178:
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Feb 13 05:13 UTC 2002 |
Oops, meant to say that yeah, I know that was a bit forced, which is why I
put in the bit about trying too hard. It's much funnier if you actually get
my reference, but of course I was being purposely obscure last night.
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brighn
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response 154 of 178:
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Feb 13 07:13 UTC 2002 |
Hmmmm... my resident Hellenic Reconstructionism contact is unaware of Hekate
having children. Musaeus was not a Muse, but was connected to Them and to the
Oracles (being the son of Selene and, perhaps, Orpheus). Apollo (also
connected to Oracles) had Musagates [leader of the Muses] as an eponym. He's
unaware of anyone called Museo (which is actually the Italian word for
"museum," not surprisingly).
But, Greek mythology spans a long time. It sounds spurious, but I can't
disprove it without sources.
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aquarum
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response 155 of 178:
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Feb 13 17:24 UTC 2002 |
>Hekate in particular gets very confusing when you try to pin her down to
>anything. According to one of my books, a fragment of Akousilaos lists
Skylla
>(a monster, usually paired with CHarybdis) as having been Hekate's offspring
>by Phorkys (minor sea god, father of the Gorgons). I can't figure out where
>I found that reference to Museo, and it may well have been incorrect. I
>merely tossed it out as an item of interest.
>Hekate is not often listed as having children, perhaps because she was seen
>throughout the Classical period as a maiden goddess, very young. The
>transformation into a crone doesn't appear to happen until the late Roman
>period, and then seems to have been mainly a literary thing, unconnected with
>her worship.
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brighn
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response 156 of 178:
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Feb 13 19:08 UTC 2002 |
And the Maid, Mother, Crone aspect of Hekate appears to be a Wiccan thing,
probably caused by a misunderstanding of three-faced Hekate statues (where
all the faces are the same age).
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morwen
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response 157 of 178:
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Feb 14 01:24 UTC 2002 |
This is a fun conversation, but leave us not forget the subject.
Here is the latest wordlist restated:
damasked footlights
firey horns
corked heron
mirroring rosethorn
indefinite bird
falling's sound
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aquarum
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response 158 of 178:
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Feb 14 04:23 UTC 2002 |
The entire concept of maiden-mother-crone goddesses is modern, although it
did not originate with Wiccans, we just picked it up. I'll dig up the source
for that later. NO triple goddess is maiden-mother-crone. They're all the
same age. Hekate was considered to be three-formed (Hecate Triformis is one
of her Latin epithets), but all three of her were maidens.
Errr, sorry. I'll shut up and let the item get back to its regularly
scheduled mayhem now.
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brighn
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response 159 of 178:
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Feb 14 05:11 UTC 2002 |
(The maid-mother-crone dynamic came from the Christians, but I don't tell a
lot of Wiccans that, it tends to annoy them. ;} )
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aquarum
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response 160 of 178:
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Feb 15 16:41 UTC 2002 |
What's your source for that? Because my sources said it came from
mythologists and anthropologists. I forgot to get the book back from the
person to whom I loaned it, but I'll try to remember today.
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brighn
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response 161 of 178:
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Feb 15 17:11 UTC 2002 |
Most fin de seicle anthropologists and mythologists were raised in a Christian
society. My source? Simple observation. The relationship between the Lord and
the Lady is a mirror image of the relationship between Mary and the
tri-partite God (maid-son, mother-father, crone-spirit). Unless there's
independent evidence for the evolution of the maid-mother-crone, I see no
reason not to take the simplest explanation.
If we want to keep this thread up, might I suggest we move it to a new item,
and preferably to Synthesis?
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arianna
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response 162 of 178:
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Feb 16 00:53 UTC 2002 |
I second the motion. in fact, I insist on it.
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morwen
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response 163 of 178:
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Feb 27 22:34 UTC 2002 |
Here's the latest word list again:
damasked footlights
firey horns
corked heron
mirroring rosethorn
indefinite bird
falling's sound
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flem
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response 164 of 178:
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Feb 27 23:19 UTC 2002 |
Hmm, an idea...
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flem
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response 165 of 178:
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Feb 28 00:47 UTC 2002 |
Okay, here goes.
Hamlet's Corpse
I can't believe that Mr. Darden gave Ophelia to her,
Anorexic old Maria Sykes. Listen to her,
Gargling the famous lines in front of glass-eyed parents,
Preening in the damasked footlights like some aging beauty
Past her mediocre prime. A Straw-blonde ingenue,
Stuffed in a leading lady's role like kleenex in a
Pre-pubescent freshman's bra, unconvincing and ridiculous.
Her lover, lanky Hamlet, played by glue-tongued Harry Dent,
awkward as a corked heron stumbling after her,
answering her mangled cadences with bungled lines,
strained pauses, barely hidden glances
Towards me, hidden here behind the monstrous setpiece,
Freakish plywood cutout hastily painted to resemble
Some surrealist rendering of three indefinite birds
The size of basketballs, rakishly perched askance
The rusted ledge of this implausible old urinal
they found somewhere. Mr. Darden said he got it
As a favor from the scary metal shop teacher
When he finally gave up going over lines with Harry and Maria.
How they laughed, those jackasses, and how I burned with shame,
When he handed me the cue cards and showed me to my post.
Some overzealous wit had thought to fill the rusty trough;
Hypnotic tiny splashes from each drop falling's sound,
Counterpoint more tuneful than the fiery horns and squealing bows.
Puddles dance with the jouncing of the foot-slapped stage,
Mirroring rosethorn elbows and baggy hose on rapier knees.
Mechanically I flip the cards, cannot bear to watch
As Harry jabs his tinfoiled car antenna at whatever jerk
They got to play Laertes. Gratefully the last card falls,
And I unclench my aching knees, eager not to bear the stale applause,
As one more high-school mutilation of the Bard draws to its close.
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jaklumen
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response 166 of 178:
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Feb 28 04:20 UTC 2002 |
you didn't do a new list!
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flem
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response 167 of 178:
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Feb 28 16:13 UTC 2002 |
Sorry. Let's see.
evanescent conifer
silly hierophant
plaintive growl
lifelike patina
turgid sleeves
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morwen
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response 168 of 178:
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Mar 5 01:42 UTC 2002 |
That was a little long, Flem. Good tho.
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flem
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response 169 of 178:
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Mar 5 15:46 UTC 2002 |
Oops, I forgot the length restriction. Not that I woudl have payed attention
to it, anyway; I'm only barely comfortable stretching poems far enough to fit
in a required word list. Restricting the length artificially I don't think
I would be cool with.
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morwen
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response 170 of 178:
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Mar 6 00:33 UTC 2002 |
Like I said, I'm not a bear when it comes to the rules. All I want is
at least a brief nod before utterly breaking them, so that I know you
are aware there is a rule there. :) Proceed.
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arianna
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response 171 of 178:
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Jan 15 02:58 UTC 2004 |
With a plantive growl of, "You do not like
my gorgeous new robes?" he spun full circle
as if to flourish turgid sleeves and billowing brocade
perhaps etched with a lifelike patina of embroidered deer and hounds.
Instead, stark naked, a silly hirophant of an unknown kingdom
stood before a dumbstruck crowd, suddenly wishing for darkness
and the evanecent conifer anonymity of a virgin wilderness.
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Two lists, because I'd like to revive this game, take your pick:
culinary assart
edible collusion
culpable platitude
unsatisfied zealot
superlative interment
gregarious spider
courageous vegitation
tempestuous thread
obvious meridian
melodious oblivion
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remmers
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response 172 of 178:
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Jan 15 14:05 UTC 2004 |
Oh mighty Amazon Dot Com,
Thee who have given vent to my impatient wallet -
Oh omnipresent United Parcel Service,
Thee who drop each overflowing, pregnant sack
Upon my doorstep -
Cacophanous emotion fills me as I pore over
Each precious bound volume, DVD, software package!
Happiness stampedes me
Like noisy pink herds of joyous flamingoes!
Alone, I shout my ecstacy to the
Unhearing, careless wallpaper.
Was there a time, long past, without One-Click?
If so, I can recall it poorly, dimly,
As a distant galaxy viewed
Through a warped telescope.
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remmers
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response 173 of 178:
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Jan 15 14:08 UTC 2004 |
(I know, I know - I used the original list in #0, not arianna's
lists. A sudden wash of inspiration flowed over me, and I had
no choice.)
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