Now I could just post this poem and say nowt. I could. But I won’t. I’m on the letter ‘O’ in my self-imposed challenge to work through myths and legends by the alphabet. And I thought ‘O’ would be a doddle. Orpheus tries to rescue lover from the underworld. Fails. A breeze.
But I didn’t count on t’internet. And me. And other bloggers. And being on holiday.
Therefore, more time on my hands than usual, time to read blogs, politics raises its demonic head, read, comment, read, let’s write the poem, research, read, link, read, wtf!, read some more, link. You know what I mean. A blogger’s journey. Sort of typical.
So, this is now a mishmash of mythology, politics, spirituality and a bit of quantum theory thrown in for good measure. Oh aye, and music too. Well, he was a terrific musician according to lore. And music’s the bees’ knees when it comes to muse. And lulling us all into a false sense of security. Or possibly an awakening. See what I mean? Very convoluted in connotations. And I’ve only had coffee all day so it is what it is.
Blessed and cursed in timely measure,
Divided from the one,
Into Hades, sought his treasure,
Forsworn to love, deprived of her,
Abandoned at the gate,
Bereft belief, faith destroyed,
New mysteries promulgate.
One who outsung sirens,
Enabled Jason’s might,
In muse and music invoked man
To lesser, greater rites.
Are we still lulled by Orphean lyre
While devils dance our fate?
Compelled by those whom power sires
While they, ourselves, berate.
If you get the chance, you might want to check out some of the reasons behind this version of the poem. As I said, a blogger’s wonderland out there.
And a comment from Mark, on one of my posts, that was timely.
I’m just…thinking…(now that could be dangerous 🙂 ). There has been a little uproar over the last few weeks with a pile (and I say that with tongue in cheek) of politicians getting roasted by our ICAC (Independant Commision Against Corruption). So far, ICAC 6 (and possibly more) – Politicians 0. And just to show how deep it goes, our very own Barry O’farrell, Premier of NSW resigned this morning because he had his fingers in the till…with more to come.
I’m like a kid at a puppet show, the stupidity’s plus the ego’s are unbelievable. Every second word out of their mouth is ‘I can’t remember’. If it wasn’t so incredible I’d laugh. As it is, I’m so disgusted I can’t even cry.
I think I might go steal something and just tell the police ‘I can’t remember’. And the atrocity of it all. they’ll just walk away with the odd resignation. If it was you or I, we’d be in jail for a very long time.
Sorry, starting to blow my bugle 🙂
Was just thinking of stirring the pot with a website, to get an honest opinion from the public and just see how many people are sick and tired of this deceit, lies and thumbing their noses at us ‘the people’ that are forced to vote for this stupidity every 4 years. It’s like…here, use your Democratic right to be sh*t on or pee’d on from a great height. Oh, I’m so excited, which way should I go!
Right, that’s enough, time to go and sleep on it…maybe something will come up from spirit in my sleep 🙂
8 thoughts on “Orpheus And Our Underworld”
Fantastic! Loving the mythological themes you are incorporating, Anne-Marie. And the ‘devils dancing our fate’… sigh. So wonderful. xo
It’s been a long day one way and the other, Cole. But I’ve loved every minute of it. Think I could pack in the job and just do research and writing. Now that would be a sigh. And thanks again to your wonderful blog posts for guiding the spirit shall we say. 🙂 x
Bloody well said, Anne-Marie: lovely poem and fantastic rant about the wunch of bankers – aka politicians – who corporately have the morals of an alley cat and the charm of a decomposing skunk. xxx
Lol. Bloody well said, Ali! I could have saved myself a lot of research today. But I would have missed the fun. And You’re too polite with your statement. Mine would have gone something like…..well, never mind how it would have gone. It’s Holy Week and I’m trying to be good. 🙂 But bastards and wankers would have featured. And so would fuckers. But I’m trying real hard. 😉 x
A terrific poem and political statement in one post. It is a timely reminder that we should stop placing these DemiGods in positions of power, although how we stop their aparent change of attitude later is just a tad beyond me. I was thinking of perhaps radio chips implanted at electin that would send electric shocks into their skulls if they lied, cheated or better yet ‘forgot’. It minght glow a nice nuclear green too.
The infuriating part is that despite their apparent tries at honesty (or deception) they all appear to end up the same.
Sorry, lost to the rant. Great ode/poem and loved the music. Thanks. Susan
Thanks Susan. I’m glad you liked it. Nice idea on the chips. During canvassing and thereafter right in the centre of the forehead. Wouldn’t want to miss the light show once it started. Yeah, it is a worry that they end up being clones of each other. Must be something in the gene pool. They’re inclined to be drawn from the same one. 😉 x
wow.. that is all
Ahh, thank you. 🙂 x
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