Showing posts with label new kingdom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label new kingdom. Show all posts

Friday, October 7, 2022

Kleopatra Fantasia

 
 

Kleopatra Fantasia 
 
 
 
 
Cleopatra rides the rails
but never the bus
a foreigner now 
as she was in Caesar's city,
workmen shifting her from station
to museum, crated like so many
cans of beans.

She is silent as sand,
stilled limbs leafed in gold, a
treasure always in transit though
black as bitumen now, cat eyes
blind in an empty skull,
everything drawn out
but her dry heart.

She was bread once
and a circus too, lithe
as a lotus stem snaking up
to lay its white flower
on the cheek of Lake Mareotis,
rippling like a pneuma of rain
through the changing houses of Ptah.

Her tongue danced to a dozen
languages. Her mind was a library
of betrayals, each volume a loss
to Alexander's insane epigoni.
Her future was scribed from
the Books of Breathing and
ambition's killing text:
 
Caesar's smooth hand 
and Antony's sparking eye,
a brief breath of kingdoms, twins
of the sun and moon, all a mirage-
shimmer bright as sanctuary
whose telos was only vast silence 
 
flowing from
the open mouth of an asp.
 
 
 
October 2022
 
 
 
 

 
 


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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a less distinguished follower or imitator of someone...
 
Books of Breathing: late Egyptian funerary texts simplified from the Book of the Dead

 
In the Egyptian process of mummification, all internal organs were removed except the heart, which was considered the seat of thought and identity.
 
The Ptolemaic pharaohs of Egypt, of which Cleopatra was the last, were crowned by the High Priest of Ptah, (creator god who made the world through the power of speech) at his temple in Memphis. They were more Greek than Egyptian, descendants of a general of Alexander the Great after his conquest there, and Cleopatra was the first and only one to learn the Egyptian language. According to Plutarch, she was fluent as well in Greek, Ethiopian, Hebrew, Arabic, Syrian, Median, Parthian, and Latin.
 
Cleopatra had four known children, including twins with Mark Antony, Alexander Helios and Cleopatra Selene.
 
The endless list of wars and civil wars which Cleopatra was directly involved in over the tumultuous course of her 39 years is too long to begin to reprise here, but you can read about them and what is known of her complex life in detail here on wikipedia








 
 
Images:A posthumous painted portrait of Cleopatra VII of Ptolemaic Egypt from Roman Herculaneum, made during the 1st century AD source here 
A raised relief depiction of a woman dated to the early 1st century AD and thought to depict Cleopatra or Cleopatra Selene II, Queen of Mauretania, daughter of Cleopatra VII of Egypt and Mark Antony. source here

Saturday, December 4, 2021

Fenrir

 
 
 
 

 
 Fenrir
 
 
"..from where will a sun come into the smooth heaven
when Fenrir has assailed this one?"~Vafþrúðnismál
 
I.
 
They say the basilisk
walks her own wasteland,
each green thing that springs
corrupted by her breath,
 
each life that starts
turned to stone as
she spies it, so that she lives 
with nothing all her days.
 
She knows the sphinx
has long since forgotten
all riddles but the one
whose answer is sand.
 
 
II.
 
The wolf at the door
puts his paw on the child's neck.
His breath smells of tiny lives, 
his eyes are round as the moon.

He waits with her for the Ragnarök
to devour the world, to swallow the gods
to bring a new sun
to the skies we defile

but while waiting he smiles
his dog-smile, his tongue soft on her cheek.
From deep in the shadows 
the basilisk regrets
 
the power of myth, and
 the child
waits to grow
and run with the wolf.



December 2021




 
 
 
 
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Note: In Norse myth,  ragnarök refers not only to a time when gods and men will fight against monsters and jotuns and be destroyed, but also to the world which will follow, where the earth is purified and gods, nature and man are given a second chance.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Images: Odin and Fenris, 1909 © Dorothy Hardy   Public Domain
Wolf and child, via The Sunday Muse  author unknown Fair Use
 

Thursday, February 3, 2011

New Kingdom


Tahrir Square, Cairo, Feb 2, 2011     Yannis Behrakis/Reuters




New Kingdom

Bricks of mud and wattle crumble leaving dust,
sand and wind scour the marks of men from stone.
So many years the gods have watched,
doing the nothing that gods do so well.
Now hands that raised the pyramids
fight hands that robbed the tombs,
and Time leaves the old gods behind,
empty in the grave.

They dream what they have always seen;
yesterday pulled across the dusty sky
to tomorrow in the sun’s chariot endlessly racing
while the people, brown and small
work the land, no more to them than clay
ushabtis that serve so their betters can live idle.
The dream is broken; still, the empty dead don’t see.

The world has bought itself new gods,
venal and hungry, with books of laws or checks
and new lists of things forbidden,or compulsory,
who care nothing for the harvest,
who prefer what the world prefers:
that men draw oil from the ground instead of grain,
sow the seeds of war and spill blood as inevitably,
as carelessly as the Nile makes mud.

Now new gods or no gods watch stones 
draw living blood instead of wear dead faces 
or god’s names, watch bricks 
thrown and broken against bone,
and men drunk with power, armored in foreign gold
burning the future, hiding from time.
The preserver becomes the despoiler
and the land bleeds.

They watch, or they don't
but the world watches to see
if Time is the master, unavoidable,
heavy with days, come to
break those weaker than water
who pretend to be gods, and
raise those stronger than clay
who fight the long fight to be free.



February 2011