ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔪𝔭𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔄𝔭𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔬
'' I whose rays make the lines of thunder, And whose altars the universe worships; I whose greatest gods would fear war, Can I take mortals without dishonour?
I attack in spite of myself their proud envy, Their audacity overcame my nature and fate; For my virtue which is only to give life, Is now forced to kill them.
I free my altars from these troublesome obstacles, And trampling on these brigands whom my darts will punish, From now on everyone will come to my oracles, And prevent the harm that may befall him.
It is I who penetrate the hardness of the trees, Tear from their hearts a learned voice, Who silences the winds, who makes the marbles speak, And who traces to fate the conduct of kings.
It is I whose warmth gives life to roses, And raise up the buried fruits, I give duration and color to things, And bring to life the radiance of the whiteness of the lilies.
So little that I am absent, a cloak of darkness Holds with cold horror heaven and earth covered, The most beautiful orchards are funereal objects, And when my eye is closed everything dies in the universe.''
''Apollon Champion'', Théophile de Viau, (french poet, 1590-1626)
Bust of Apollo, marble. Late XVII/ XVIII°
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a shyte poem
i wish i could meet my god
i could adore him, would adore him
get my hands dirty for him
shyt together, i’d serve him well
and make this work
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Love how Percy just casually drops lore all throughout the Son of Neptune. Frank and Hazel are getting the encyclopedia knowledge on every monster they encounter plus some extra side stories from how he fought them in gym classes and "oh yea, I had a fist fight with Kronos in Manhatten."
And then they meet Annabeth and realize that behind every goofy looking powerful guy, there's an incredibly smart, capable and even more powerful woman who makes sure he doesn't die on a daily basis and are like, "oh. thats why he's still alive."
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SMALL DOG SYNDROME
small dog you’re so funny when you snap
small dog you’re so funny when you shake
small dog you’re so bad when you bark
small dog you never learned the rules
small dog lays flat on the floor
and sighs and whines
while it waits for you to come back from wherever you go
all day small dog doesn’t know if you’re coming home
small dog hides under the bed to puke
does it quiet
eats its shame before you ever smell it
small dog’s bark is worse than its bite
small dog you are so funny when you bite
small dog it’s so funny when you’re mad
so by all means pick it up
throw it around
lock it in a cage while you laugh
small dog you are so funny when you cry
small dog can’t remember being a wolf
can’t remember being big
howling in harpstring harmony
like a plucked and quivering note in a catacomb
sleeping in a warm pile of bodies in a dry place that smells like family
the taste of fresh hot blood and wet bone
iron
fire
honey
salt
small dog run free beneath the moon in your dreams
small dog is so happy you’re home!!
small dog loves you!!!
JMGD
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Anne Carson, from Glass, Irony and God: The Fall of Rome: A Traveller’s Guide [ID in alt text]
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