12 May 2014

lay not my bones apart from thine


i have always been fascinated with ancient greek mythology and culture. i realise that my notion of ancient greece is idealised, that i may have not survived birth for being too weak, i could have been killed young, that there was slavery. however, comparing it to the present day, it seems to have been more pure, more basic, essential. we are slaves still, just in a different way. and i would rather die young than live numb. (or would i)

in my view, mythology speaks of human virtues (and weaknesses): of honour, strenght, health, love, relationship with the natural and supernatural.

some time ago, me and my friend who i miss dearly read the unabridged translated version of the odyssey by homer. we met multiple times, drank some coffee, smoked a few cigarettes, took turns and read out loud to each other. it was heartwarming and thrilling to follow odysseus's adventures. it seemed like a huge accomplishment when we finished reading the book. after the last sentence, we were silent for a while.

inspiration. influence. appropriation.


And when sleep seized him, loosening the cares of his heart, being shed in sweetness round about him — for sore weary were his glorious limbs with speeding after Hector unto windy Ilios— then there came to him the spirit of hapless Patroclus, in all things like his very self, in stature and fair eyes and in voice, and in like raiment was he clad withal; and he stood above Achilles' head and spake to him, saying: Thou sleepest, and hast forgotten me, Achilles. Not in my life wast thou unmindful of me, but now in my death! Bury me with all speed, that I pass within the gates of Hades. Afar do the spirits keep me aloof, the phantoms of men that have done with toils, neither suffer they me to join myself to them beyond the River, but vainly I wander through the wide-gated house of Hades. And give me thy hand, I pitifully entreat thee, for never more again shall I come back from out of Hades, when once ye have given me my due of fire. Never more in life shall we sit apart from our dear comrades and take counsel together, but for me hath loathly fate opened its maw, the fate that was appointed me even from my birth. Aye, and thou thyself also, Achilles like to the gods, art doomed to be brought low beneath the wall of the waelthy Trojans. And another thing will I speak, and charge thee, if so be thou wilt hearken. Lay not my bones apart from thine, Achilles, but let them lie together, even as we were reared in your house, when Menoetius brought me, being yet a little lad, from Opoeis to your country, by reason of grievous man-slaying, on the day when I slew Amphidamus' son in my folly, though I willed it not, in wrath over the dice. Then the knight Peleus received me into his house and reared me with kindly care and named me thy squire; even so let one coffer enfold our bones, a golden coffer with handles twain, the which thy queenly mother gave thee. Then in answer spake to him Achilles, swift of foot:Wherefore, O head beloved, art thou come hither, and thus givest me charge about each thing? Nay, verily I will fulfill thee all, and will hearken even as thou biddest. But, I pray thee, draw thou nigher; though it be but for a little space let us clasp our arms one about the other, and take our fill of dire lamenting. So saying he reached forth with his hands, yet clasped him not; but the spirit like a vapour was gone beneath the earth, gibbering faintly. And seized with amazement Achilles sprang up, and smote his hands together, and spake a word of wailing:Look you now, even in the house of Hades is the spirit and phantom somewhat, albeit the mind be not anywise therein; for the whole night long hath the spirit of hapless Patroclus stood over me, weeping and wailing, and gave me charge concerning each thing, and was wondrously like his very self.


So once you've killed the minotaur
How you gonna find your way out of the maze
Here the jealous hand of bitter men
Carve the meat before the table is laid

And they are hungry, they are hungry for you
And they are hungry, they are hungry for you
With an appetite so insatiable
They are hungry, they are hungry for you

The warm thread of love leads you to freedom
Once the hero's deed is done
You leave her lying without a parasol
In the slow solitaire sun

And she is hungry, she is hungry for you
And she is hungry, she is hungry for you
With an appetite so generous
She is hungry, she is hungry for you

No surrender to a lover
Or the wars of the news
Of many blisses to uncover
A black sail billows, the sun hits a blade

And you are hungry, you are hungry for you
And you are hungry, you are hungry for you
With an appetite so dangerous
You are hungry, you are hungry for you


(pics: courtesy of dane hunter kyckelhahn fb.com/dane.kyckelhahn/photos)



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