Some chat about Love

One of the most amazing and beautiful, brilliantly sunny Autumn days yesterday, gleaming sunshine lit the leaves like lanterns, as we wondered through the most bronzed, golden yellow and red leafed trees, it was a perfect paradise!! - the Love of Nature, the Love shared. Echoing so many, in the valley of sounds - I Was for some reason browsing, and came upon this provoking and intriguing image from Greek mythology - Cycnus and the Heliades I found it entranced me and grabbed me by the bollocks, and touched me deeply, like a poem that says so much yet without hard truths, transiently perceptive, ethereal, profound, yet but a fleeting glimpse of truth....or flipping it over... does it lie - or simply illucidate the fake takes, the clumsy words, poisoned sentiments, hijackers and assassins who smile so well Perhaps there are lovers, or liars, black mailers and rogues, victims or victors, dreamers and hopers, the subjugaters or subjugated.. often used to describe the depth of creative beauty in a... mythological... poem?

Cycnus and the Heliades | 8603: Cygnus transformed to a swan and Phaeton’s sisters into poplars. Bernard Picart (1673-1733), Fabeln der Alten (Musen-Tempel), 1754. http://www.maicar.com/GML/000Iconography/Phaethon/slides/8603.html

The truths of poetry are many yet what silky lies does she spin? - the lonely spider and her web reweaving, respinning again and again as she licks her fangs clean

to suck up her blood for Halloween!!! woooah ha ha I did no justice to the above art, but hey, it was halloweeeeen gears are not yet in place but just for love... Love Oh man of swans Oh swan of men the heavens await the rise of your golden star for such is your soul deified in homage of love for thou art true as the swan is beauty "KYKNOS (Cycnus) was a king of Liguria in northern Italy who, after the death of his dear friend Phaethon, leapt into the river Eridanos and was transformed into a swan. In ancient Greek lore the swan was sacred to the god Apollon. Large flocks were believed to inhabit the river Eridanos in mythical Hyperborea where they circled the god's holy shrine singing hymns. The Hyperborean folk were themselves believed to transform into swans upon reaching old age by bathing in the bitumen swamps of the river. The normally mute swan was further believed to sing a dirge as its death approached--reputedly the sweetest of all bird-songs." How can mythology ever lie? for tis true today, as it ever was... http://www.theoi.com/Heros/KyknosLigurios.html ©Jason Christopher 2017

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