воскресенье, 12 июня 2011 г.

Athene's owl flies when the dusk comes

The unusual court was taking place in the darkness of Athene's temple. The light from the fading fires was reflecting on her goldem armour, on her spear and her eyes. She has listened to the Furies who were dying to drink Oresteys blood. Now he had to protect himself.
- You've killed your mother, Orestey. There is no forgiveness of this sin.
- Please, oh almighty and wise Athene, the goddess of war and the patronness of Athenes. My mother has killed my father. And this to rule our city with her lover. No matter how I tried, I couldn't find another way to wash away her shame. The pain from the loss of both parents on one side and the anguish from Furies savage reprisal are tearing me apart.
- I know that you were not alone in your deeds. The God Appolo has approved and supported you. The verdict is - you should live and let live. And to you, Furies, I give the love of Athens and a new name Eumenides - the gracious.

And thus the bloodshed in the cursed family has stopped and the last flames have withered to let the night absorb the temple.

суббота, 11 июня 2011 г.

the ghost of Clytemnestra

... and so Clytemnestra killed Cassandra, Agamemnon's lover, as well. But there was a price she had to pay. Her son Orestey and daughter Elektra have united against her to kill their mother for the memory of the father. The god Apollo has helped Orestey, but he couldn't protect him from bloodthirsty Furies, goddesses of Vengence. Even young heroes mother has arisen from the dead and came to demand his death. The same fate, as of his parents, was awaing the young Argosian. And hopeless and scezofrenic from fear he fled to the temple of Athene .....

четверг, 9 июня 2011 г.

Clytemnestra's Rache

" The water is hot and the steam is perplexing, Agamemnon, but you have gone too far and I won´t show mercy on you now." The labrys was inside the head of a man who returned as a victor from war. "This is for my daughter Iphigenia." The strong man, King of Argos, tries to escape the next blow of the infuriated woman. "You have no idea what I went through! I dreamt of a dragon drinking blood from my breast! But after all this I still promised to be a good wife and obedient to gods". The second stab. "But you were not worth it, Agamemnon, I will kill Cassandra, just like I will kill you, dirty animal." The water of the term was red. The labrys was high in the air . "I pray that gods accept your mortal soul and forgive you killing our daughter. You have been a good ruler and a good husband. I forgive you the betrayal and hope that you find peace in the other world."
To be continued

воскресенье, 29 мая 2011 г.

Cross cap

A green apple. A physicist: an atom compared to an apple is like an apple compared to the plantet in size of course. A poet can find some image like a Newton being struck by an apple. A cook can cook a muffin or an apple cake Charlotte. But the cake Charlotte has something of a simple-trivial-that-anyone-can-do flavour in it. And a muffin doesn't. Not sure I can say anything about anaconda, Eve and Adam and an apple. But it still will be an apple.

пятница, 20 мая 2011 г.

in continuation of "Never stopping" topic


I am dedicating this post to a Space Shuttle Challenger, which completed nine missions before breaking apart 73 seconds after the launch of its tenth mission.

воскресенье, 15 мая 2011 г.

Don't stop under any circumstances.

From a letter of a friend of mine

On Wednesday, two of my planning section partners and I drove across the top of Sylvan Pass, toward the east entrance of the park. The road passes between two mountains, both covered with lumpy remains of avalanches and many meters of snow yet to slide. The way is carved through the collection of snow, and signs warn you not to stop under any circumstances. We passed over and back at about 10:00, and at 15:00 new avalanches buried the road again as well as a ranger's truck - he was lucky enough to be outside the vehicle and away from the slide. Early tourists coming to the park are going to think it is the middle of winter!

среда, 4 мая 2011 г.

A mystireous woman

SO one time I sat in this cafe and I needed to kill 3 hours or so before my train. A loud group of adults came in, I though they were gonna order a lot of meals, like potatoes and meat. But no, they ordered only ice-creams. I pretended to play on my mobile, but I was listening to them. They had some kind of a conference before. They started their teacher-oldschool-souly-blah-blah, but all of a sudden one woman began to speak, and so she spoke of her projects, her life, a school of grace that she is a director of. She mesmerised me and I'm sure them as well. SHe spoke 95 procent of the time. And it seemed like u could listen to her voice forever. I will try to remember it, it was rather high, womanly, free flowing. I really wanted to look how she loooks like, her face. But she sat with her back to me. I'm sure she was beautiful.