Sorry, let me enlighten. Aeolus is the God of wind summoned by other Gods to punish the mortals. So when he sighs a tempest is cast. Now ot the irony well thats our pathetic clown Icarus, I ended the Haiku with a dual metaphor for Icarus and Troy both of whicgh were doomed, the wooden seahorses drowning represent the turbulence cast by Aeolus, Icarus sank to the depths of the Sea (poseidon) and seahorses have no control or direction (like Icarus), Icarus is amused that the skylarks cannot fly in the tempest. I read a bit on greek mythology and its fascinating.
Like the Haikus which refer to nature the greeks appointed 100s of Gods to interpret nature, wrath, suffering, beauty, happiness.
I guess I wanted to challenge myself and though i have woven a possible irony out of this I fear I have shot myself on the foot by a diamante rifle.
I know of a wonderful interesting website on Greek Gods and mtyhology which will truly inspire your work, great for metaphors and conections with nature.
Thanks for the link. I am not an expert but have pretty much gron up on the myths and yes they influence me a great deal. I think that's why I was confused. I knew the figures in your poem and what they represent, but I think the form is too narrow for the point you're trying to make. I'ts an inside job, and even as an insider I pretty much would have to read your mind to understand. For example I didn't know that about seahorses and that threw the whole concept out the window, even though I understood all the rest. So myth is one thing we hold in common.
Because you are a font, and oracle, a connection to their lost, balanced divinity; you are a seductress and a nurturer and they would have to lay down their arms to lie in your arms. Their desire for you weakens and maddens them. The young ones see it and tease; the older ones are deliberately ogres to frighten and dominate through this fearful casting.
(a) Nanshe is a girl, in which case you two are "Sisters in arms"
Or:
(b) Nanshe is a boy, in which case he is deliberately spouting sensitive bullshit to woo you. Unfortunately, he has neglected to put his trousers on this morning and, as such, his pitiful attempts to sound sophisticated have ended rather embarrassingly. He gets back on his Wheeled-Chair and rides off into the twilight. One of his wheels passes straight through a rather large pile of dog poo.
Given that I have to engage at least three separate harnesses just to eat a scotch egg, how could I possibly give you a ride? And as for your revolting cheek fetish, I'm afraid that both my cheeks are artificial, and have to be suspended from my face in two small baskets, carefully secured with miniature harnesses. In reality, my entire body is an elaborate system of harnesses, randomly interspersed with purposeless slabs of jellied meat. I can still do Wheelies though. It's quite a sight, as I'm sure you can imagine!
Yes, Besooted Fiend, but it Miraculous Healing Dogge Pooe, and with it, I Sight the Sightless, and Erect the Wheel-ed. (You won't be needing that Viagra anymore, Child.) Rise, Son! Cast aside thine round and tumbling Legge-Mockers! Stride! Gambol! Salsa, if you will! (I hear god'swife has a hell of a shimmy).
There. That was lovely.
I wonder if Lord Ganus has a recipe at the ready for Miraculous Dogge Pooe?
EVERYONE thought of that already, a single tit. But they thought it was, without exception, the single most annoying and dull thing one could possibly post in reply. Everyone, that is, apart from you. Get out of my sight!
Keep telling yourself that, god'swife. Though do be careful not to confuse constipation with fear. It's a common misconception among females, especially those that like to think they have some sort of hold over their stronger, more intelligent male counterparts.
I'd like to take this opportunity to say the word crumpet ten times.
Ah, Pig. I would like the chance to tweak this for you, but it needs a night in my unconscious. I shall sleep with it under my pillow, and, if you'll permit me, offer some words on the morrow.
you're just saying that because you're greek, freak.
oh, and, i'd like to take this opportunity to say "oracular" syllabically in fibonacci sequence, for 10 progressions or so:
( )
or
ac
ular
oracu
laroracular
oracularoracular
oracularoracularoracu
laroracularoracularoracularoracularoracular
oracularoracularoracularoracularoracularoracularoracularoracularoral
(oops. i went a little darwinian on yer asses there.)
I LOOKED AT THAT WEBSITE AND HAD A GO AT UNDERSTANDING THIS AND I THINK I DO BUT ICARUS WAS NOT A GOD WAS HE MR PIG? I LIKE LINE 3 AND THE CONCEPT IS CLEVER BUT I ONLY WANT TO GIVE U 8 BCOZ THE SUBJECT MATTER IS TOO VAGUE.
WHEN U GONNA READ MY STUFF HUH?
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Like the Haikus which refer to nature the greeks appointed 100s of Gods to interpret nature, wrath, suffering, beauty, happiness.
I guess I wanted to challenge myself and though i have woven a possible irony out of this I fear I have shot myself on the foot by a diamante rifle.
I know of a wonderful interesting website on Greek Gods and mtyhology which will truly inspire your work, great for metaphors and conections with nature.
www.theoi.com/abc.htm
Do have a gander and maybe comment later.
Mr. Pig, why are all the boys afraid of me?
Let me take this opportunity to say the word Ally ten times.
Ally
Ally Ally
Ally Ally Ally
Ally Ally Ally Ally
Ally.
(a) Nanshe is a girl, in which case you two are "Sisters in arms"
Or:
(b) Nanshe is a boy, in which case he is deliberately spouting sensitive bullshit to woo you. Unfortunately, he has neglected to put his trousers on this morning and, as such, his pitiful attempts to sound sophisticated have ended rather embarrassingly. He gets back on his Wheeled-Chair and rides off into the twilight. One of his wheels passes straight through a rather large pile of dog poo.
Last night I thought for certain Nanshe was 'a girl' as you put it, I suppose you mean anatomically, but that makes no difference to me.
Will you take me for a ride? I know how to ignore the batteries hum. I'll lay back and press my cheek against yours. Pop-A- Wheelie.
There. That was lovely.
I wonder if Lord Ganus has a recipe at the ready for Miraculous Dogge Pooe?
I'd like to take this opportunity to say the word crumpet ten times.
crumpet crumpet crumpet crumpet crumpet crumpet crumpet crumpet crumpet crumpet
Wooden seahorses drown.
Icarus laughs at fallen skylarks
As Aeolus sighs.
seamen seamen
seamen seamen seamen
seamen seamen seamen
sea
great subject by the way.
oh, and, i'd like to take this opportunity to say "oracular" syllabically in fibonacci sequence, for 10 progressions or so:
( )
or
ac
ular
oracu
laroracular
oracularoracular
oracularoracularoracu
laroracularoracularoracularoracularoracu
oracularoracularoracularoracularoracular
(oops. i went a little darwinian on yer asses there.)
as for present conversation here, I will say nothing ten times.
there.
WHEN U GONNA READ MY STUFF HUH?
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