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Favourite poets: Seamus Heaney, Yeats, Geoffrey Chaucer, Catullus, Cleopatra (of New Crete), Robert Graves, Sally Purcell, U.A. Fanthorpe, Robin Williamson, Taliesin, Dafydd ap Gwilym, Ramprasad Sen, Isaac Luria, Ibn al Arabi, Mesomedes of Crete, Rumi, Virgil, Kathleen Raine, Grace Nichols, Aleah Sato, Agnes Meadows, Geraldine Green, Larissa Shmailo, Adam Horovitz, Frances Horovitz.

(no particular order)

This list is an "off the top of my head" attempt. It should expand and deepen in time as I begin to gather my wits. (See the profile photo to witness the gathering of wits.)

Most of the poets in the list above could be said to have some grounding in the Classics and whose works contain mythic or symbolic elements. Together we speak a lost language, perhaps for a generation yet to come.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:


kindred spirit - potnios theron - other cat-herds & deer-herds - and any other surviving mythagos. The purpose:
This space will probably not contain any content of mine other than in the form of comments, reviews and perhaps some recommendations. The blog will be the pinnacle focus. It will include links and offline references in order to help others to rediscover works which might otherwise be lost.

This is perhaps a quest for mythic and mythopoetic integrity. The expanding company of friends is being brought together for mutual benefit and to make it easier for any who discover this space and to follow the links to other spaces and resources in this MySpace matmos as well as to discover each other.

All choices are being made with care, I can promise you that. It is my profound hope that from this new alliances will be formed and new works made possible and that older works which deserve to be remembered are recovered.
If we lose our contact with the primordial will we begin to lose our humanity and our connection to each other?

Mass-media entertainment seems intent on turning us all into sociopaths. Could we deepen our perceptions by the replacement of stereotypes with collective archetypes? This is one path that has been followed for millenia.

Robert Graves stated on several occasions that he was writing for poets. Perhaps that is what this space will be about - but poetry in its widest sense - comprising all of the arts inspired by "the one Muse who variously haunts this island Earth".

(quote from " Darien " by Robert Graves - for Adam)

EnTrance

Symbolic Relationships

from "The Life of Symbols"
edited by Mary Le Cron Foster and Lucy Jayne Botscharow
(pp.84-85)
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If we examine language, we discover that no linguistic symbol stands alone. All are integrated into a temporal-spatial system of relationships. In order to have a real understanding of a part it is necessary to have some grasp of the whole. The sounds of language are only meaningful if integrated into words. Words are only meaningful if integrated into sentences. Sentences have no meaning unless integrated into some larger context, which may be verbal, environmental, or a combination of these. This is equally true of other symbolic systems. All symbols are integrated into larger structures.

The trance susceptible shaman and the initiated antelope-priest are not unsophisticated in the wisdom of the world, nor unskilled in the principle of communication by analogy.

The metaphors by which they live, and through which they operate, have been brooded upon, searched, and discussed for centuries -even millenia; they have served whole societies, furthermore, as the mainstays of thought and life.

The culture patterns have been shaped to them.

The youth have been educated, the aged rendered wise, through the study, experience and understanding of their effective initiatory forms.

For they actually touch and bring into play the vital energies of the whole human psyche.

They link the unconscious to the fields of practical action, not irrationally, in the manner of a neurotic projection, but in such fashion to permit a mature and sobering, practical comprehension of the fact-world to play back, as a stern control, into the realms of infantile wish and fear.

• by Joseph Campbell

My Blog

Suibhne the Wild Man in the Forest

Suibhne the Wild Man in the Forest (for Michèle) ...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Dec 2009 05:57:00 GMT

.:. Feill na Bride, Feis na Finne .:.

Feill na Bride, Feis na Finne An diugh La Bride Thig an righinn as an tom Cha bhean mise ris an righinn Cha bhean an righinn rium This is the day of Bride The queen will come from th...
Posted by on Wed, 05 Aug 2009 14:56:00 GMT

The Peace Blessing of the Mórrígan

The Blessing of the Mórrígan from Cath Maige TuiredThe Second Battle of Mag Tuired(lines 819 to 827)Sîth co NemNem co DomanDoman fo NimNert hi câchÁn forlannLan do milMid co saith Sam hi ngam...
Posted by on Sat, 01 Aug 2009 18:33:00 GMT

Cat Herd

CAT HERD (for Rosemary) Don't get me wrongI love dogsthough I have seldom shared a house with oneCats have always been kindredwe speak the same languagean ancient dialect of Egypt kinetic...
Posted by on Sun, 19 Jul 2009 13:38:00 GMT

The Voice of the Carnyx

.:. The Voice of the Carnyx .:.(scroll down to the comments section to hear the audio)Roman coin showing Artemis armed with a spear and with a stag from whose antlers green branches are sprouting wit...
Posted by on Sun, 19 Apr 2009 06:20:00 GMT

.:. Eurydice's Spell .:. by Frances Horovitz .:.

Eurydices Spell Under the crumpled lilac trees,beneath seed beds of galaxies,in the heat of a tulip sun,I weave my fragile little words.Ive sewn the details of my creedinto a dog-toothed net of tw...
Posted by on Thu, 09 Apr 2009 20:17:00 GMT

.:. The Dance .:. by Arachne .:.

.:. The Dance .:. by Arachne   But the Dance          is very beautiful  Terrible as it may be          with storm and calm and hunger  The Dance is very beautiful.  In April the willow buds...
Posted by on Thu, 19 Mar 2009 18:45:00 GMT

The Finnish Myth of Creation .:. Luonnotar

Luonnotara tone poem which celebratesthe Finnish myth of CreationJean Sibelius The KalevalaRUNO I (excerpt)I have often heard related, and have heard the song recite...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Mar 2009 13:43:00 GMT

The Home-Coming by Robert Graves

The Home-ComingAt the tangled heart of a wood I fell asleepBewildered by her silence and her absenceAs though such potent lulls in love were notOrdained by the demands of pure music.A bird sang:  "C...
Posted by on Sat, 21 Feb 2009 22:48:00 GMT

Tollund Man .:. Seamus Heaney

Tollund Man ISome day I will go to AarhusTo see his peat-brown head,The mild pods of his eye-lids,His pointed skin cap.In the flat country near byWhere they dug him out,His last gruel of winter see...
Posted by on Fri, 23 Jan 2009 21:08:00 GMT