Hades orpheus choice of music7/26/2023 ![]() He sensed the proximity of Orpheus and Eurydice before he saw it, felt its cool weight across the room but prolonged the time before he faced it, reminding himself of the events leading up to the moment it described: Orpheus and Eurydice in love and newly married Eurydice dying of a snakebite while fleeing the advances of a shepherd Orpheus descending to the underworld, filling its dank corridors with music from his lyre as he sang of his longing for his wife Pluto granting Eurydice's release from death on the sole condition that Orpheus not look back at her during their ascent. He drifted among dusty busts of Hadrian and the various Caesars, experiencing a physical quickening in the presence of so much marble that verged on the erotic. “Ted rose early the next morning and took a taxi to the Museo Nazionale, cool, echoey, empty of tourists despite the fact that it was spring. How do we tell a story like that without being sappy? Oh woe! How do we shape into lines our most harrowing mistakes and losses without drenching them in sticky poetic sap?” Can you imagine? Spent the rest of his pathetic days wallowing, lamenting, composing (or was it decomposing?) heartbreaking tunes upon his lyre, dissolving in grief and music and art, never being the least bit happy or lovable. ‘Not because the gods were heartless, but because he fucked up. Hades ripped her back into his den and that was, proverbially, that.’Ī girl across from me says bitterly, ‘No second, second chance for Orpheus.’ He was so rapt in his view of the light at the end of the tunnel, he got excited, tuned up, he got crazy nervous and for a second he wavered in his confidence and he looked! To confirm or affirm or just firm up,’ students laughing ‘his manly love for her and in that motion of divine stupidity, he killed her dead forever with a glance. “At the last minute, he broke the rule and he looked. Dioniso, Apollo, Eleusi, Orfeo, Museo, Iperborei, Enigma Ma se si beve dalla fonte di Mnemosine, come testimoniano queste laminette, la memoria fa recuperare la conoscenza del passato e dell'immutabile, l'uomo riconosce la sua origine divina e si identifica in Dioniso, e l'arsura non viene spenta, ma dissetata, da una gelida, divina, prorompente conoscenza.” Se si beve dalla corrente dell'oblio si dimentica tutto e si rinasce a una nuova vita, cioè la sete è soltanto ingannata, e l'arsura non tarda a ripresentarsi in una nuova individuazione. Oblio e memoria sono i due strumenti del dissetamento. ![]() Sono riarsa di sete e muoio: ma date, subito, fredda acqua che scorre dalla palude di Mnemosine.Įd essi ti lasceranno bere dalla fonte divina, e in seguito tu regnerai assieme agli altri eroi. “E tu troverai alla sinistra delle case di Ade una fonte, e accanto a essa un bianco cipresso diritto:Ī questa fonte non accostarti neppure, da presso.Į ne troverai un'altra, fredda acqua che scorre dalla palude di Mnemosine: e davanti stanno i custodi.ĭi' loro: Sono figlio di Terra e di Cielo stellante, inoltre la mia stirpe è Celeste e questo sapete anche voi. Near, the wise, drowned silence of the dead.” The living walk by the edge of a vast lake Into the upper air that for me was the past.īut already the light had saddened from purple to grey. Octaves and sextets, quatrains and couplets, To be trapped in his images, metaphors, similes, The woman in question could scarcely believe her ears. Tantalus was permitted a couple of beers. Sisyphus sat on his rock for the first time in years. Than be Dearest, Beloved, Dark Lady, White Goddess etc., etc. Rest assured that I’d rather speak for myself The blurb on the back of his books claimedīollocks. In the one place you’d think a girl would be safeīecause she remarked on his weakness for abstract nouns.Īnd a poem to pitch, with me as the prize.
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