Monday, December 27, 2010

Nuovo Deus ex Machina

I pray for one gift: that I might merely touch
Neoboule's hand.
-Archilochus of Paros

15 comments:

  1. Canzone - Song
    I'm not able to wait you for long time again
    every minute gives to me
    the instinct to sew time
    and bring you here.
    I've a mattress of words
    written on purpose for you
    and I should tell you:"Turn off the light",
    that there's the sky
    (to stay far way from her) there's no life
    (to stay without her) it kills me.

    Dimhead,meathead
    I would love you even here
    in a discotheque privy
    or on a bar table
    or stay naked in the middle of a field
    to feel on yourself the wind
    I don't ask for no more
    even if I die I'm joyful
    (to stay far way from her) there's no life
    (to stay without her) it kills me.

    Song,search her if you can
    say to her that you never leave me
    go for the streets between people
    say it to her truly.

    Me,my eyes from your eyes
    I shouldn't take off them..never
    And now rather I eat them
    but you don't know it
    sea-eyed without rocks
    the sea breaking on me
    that I've ever made only mistakes
    but what it is a mistake!
    (to stay far way from her) there's no life
    (to stay without her) it kills me.

    Song,search her if you can
    say to her that you never leave me
    go for the streets between people
    say it to her sweetly
    and like tears,the rain
    remembers to me,her face
    I see her in every drops
    that falls on my jacket
    (to stay far way from her) there's no life
    (to stay without her) it kills me.

    Song,search her if you can
    tell that I love her and if you want it
    go for the streets between people
    say it to her truly

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  2. What can a person say to this? All I can do is smile. What does that say?

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  3. Is your approach toward neobule a resentful one?

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  4. I'd say Archilochus' approach was...

    Another reason for leaving his native place was personal disappointment and indignation at the treatment he had received from Lycambes, a citizen of Paros, who had promised him his daughter Neobule in marriage, but had afterwards withdrawn his consent. Archilochus, taking advantage of the licence allowed at the feasts of Demeter, poured out his wounded feelings in unmerciful satire. He accused Lycambes of perjury, and recited such verses against his daughters, that Lycambes and his daughters are said to have hanged themselves.

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  5. just another study of ancient Greek poetry, eh?

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  6. Yep. It's funny how it's possible to relate to somebody who lived 2600 years ago...

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  7. I'd say we haven't changed very much over the millenia. We still yearn for and desire the same things. I guess that's the advantage of "lyric" over "epic" poetry. We might not "war" in the same ways, but we certainly "love" in the same ways.

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  8. Absolutely.
    Isn't there a measure of comfort in that sameness, too?
    There is for me.

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  9. Yes, human nature seems almost "transcendental". Yes there are significant cultural and temporal variants. But I think we can understand all of them, if we try.

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  10. I'l like to think myself multicultural and multitemporal. Many moderns strive for the former, and I the latter, ideal.

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  11. Anyway... I'm off to in-laws for New Year's. Ciao everybody.

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  12. Okay... I know I posted my goodbye(s) for the weekend... wtf?

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  13. Happy New Year, FJ! And, Jen, to you as well... :)

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  14. Thank you all. And a Happy New Year to all!

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