Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Daphne to Apollo

Daphne to Apollo

Or, A Little Song of Lies
with some additions in doggerel



What does he think 
I could sing for him now?

The lead arrow is worst
with the golden one first.

or

Never call someone friend whom it's obvious you
have climbed like a tree, for the sake of the view.

or

Nothing so clarifies the question moot
as being dropped like a core of half-eaten fruit,
discarded to either rot or root.

but I think it's best I only say
Thank you for making me what I am today.

The worst liars aren't those who try to deceive
but rather the ones who make us believe.



~August 2012





Process Notes: In the Greek myth, Apollo mocks Eros and his arrows as a child playing with a warrior's weapons. Eros then curses him by shooting a leaden arrow (aversion) into Daphne, and a golden one(love) into Apollo's heart, inspiring him with a mad passion for her. She flees, and in the end begs to be protected from him by having her female identity removed-- she is transformed into a laurel tree from which Apollo takes a branch and weaves a wreath for his head(the traditional crown for victors, poets and musicians.) I have as usual, done some transposing and interpreting.



Image Apollo and Daphne, by John William Waterhouse, 1908
Public domain, via Wikipaintings.org

16 comments:

  1. The worst liars aren't those who try to deceive
    but rather the ones who make us believe.

    This is classic,Joy! Wisdom in all truth!

    Hank

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  2. Never call someone friend whom it's obvious you
    have climbed like a tree, for the sake of the view.

    ouch....that is the way of our world though isnt it
    doesnt mind how you get to the top...

    the worst liars are the ones that make you believe
    ugh, how true as well...

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  3. Ouch here too. I am reading Clarissa and am so enveloped with Mr. Lovelace's treachery that it's beginning to haunt me at night. Think I'll forgo reading more until after my son's nuptials in 10 days.

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    1. Yes, that's an insidious look into human nature. Like Dangerous Liaisons--very much a blast from the past of the eternal raw spots in our hearts that never change. I would agree, you may feel more cheerful going forward by putting that one on hold. Best wishes for a very festive and fulfilling wedding celebration for your son and family, Ruth.

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  4. Agh! Who says you can't be funny? At least you can be mordantly so! This is quite wonderful in about a zillion ways. I have to say the best for me is :

    Never call someone friend whom it's obvious you
    have climbed like a tree, for the sake of the view.



    Thanks for making me what I am today, is also good, but needs the context.

    All the "or"s are terrific too.

    Ouch.

    Great stuff. k.

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    1. Thanks k. I am always busily at work sorting the attic clutter of all things dark--hopefully occasionally finding a bit of black humor.;-)

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  5. Brilliant! Great invention of the thoughts of young Daphne as she is about to escape Apollo, but doesn't know it yet. Ironic last line not only for its deception but for the truth, in a backhand way he made her into the tree. I agree with K that it is important to know the story to take in the irony of her thoughts--though your humor comes through. I know the story, but had forgotten Apollo's mockery of Eros. Eros is such a bad boy. I hate it when the Gods play around with us just because they can.

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  6. What could she sing for him now?

    "oh but I'm gonna show ya bay-bay, that a woman can be tough!"

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  7. Hi- It's hard to understand relationships. I think about new born babies. War torn lovers. Sometimes so simple. Some times so messed up. I like the painting. So much there. Kind of beautiful, kind of makes me nervous. So I listened to Band of Skulls. Your right, it's good for what it does. Straight forward energy.

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    1. Yeah, relationship is the meat grinder of karma, man. The painting is old school, but hey, it's about a classic myth(with a few personal elements) so seemed appropriate--the idea of having to be turned into a tree--lose your identity, your gender--to get away from your stalker caught my fancy.

      I found Band of Skulls playing around on you tube--they did a cover of an old Patsy Cline song, and also of Sympathy for the Devil--fairly decent--but I was mostly struck that they just played plain rock and roll--no alt, no hiphop,no whatever to make it seem more fashionable.

      Thanks for stopping in, Scott. I appreciate the conversation.

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  8. Every line of this is showing the claws! Love, love, love it!

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    1. why thank you, ms. zen. Also, miaoooorrrw

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  9. A wreath from a laurel tree eh?
    One things for certain, she'll always have some seasoning for her pasta sauce...:-)

    (Bay leaves come from the laurel...hehehehe)
    See you later? I used a couple of fancy words just for YOU!

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    1. Wouldn't miss it for the world--and I am aghast at the thought of what you may do with big words, seeing what you are capable of with normal ones. ;-)

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  10. "Nothing so clarifies the question moot
    as being dropped like a core of half-eaten fruit,
    discarded to either rot or root." I'd like to say root, and that blue dust is nothing.

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