Thursday, December 9, 2021

Cheeky History With Ornery Owl: Sympathy for Narcissus (WEP Challenge December 2021)

 

Narcissus, from a Pompeiian fresco

Tagline:
Greetings, Class. Fasten your seat belts! Professor Ornery Owl has a history lesson and a proposal for you. 

Genre: history, humor, politics

Cheeky History with Ornery Owl

Sympathy for Narcissus:

A Limerick Haibun Fusion Sandwich

 Tongue in Cheek Style

 

Narcissus got a bad rap

For being a stuck-up chap

He wasn’t malicious

Though he thought himself delicious

The poor guy was caught in a trap

 

There are variations on the myth of Narcissus, but the core story is as follows.

Narcissus was the son of the river god Cephissus and the nymph Liriope. When Narcissus was young, a seer named Tiresias told Liriope that Narcissus would live a long life as long as he never knew himself.

Narcissus grew up to be very handsome and had many admirers, but he was not interested in any of them. One day, after hunting, Narcissus lay beside a still pool of water. When he saw his own reflection, he fell deeply in love with himself. He tried to touch the figure in the water but could not. He was so enamored with his reflection that he would not leave the water's edge.

Fixating on his reflection to the exclusion of all else, Narcissus eventually succumbed to exhaustion and starvation. When the nymphs came to bury him, his body transformed into a beautiful white daffodil flower thereafter known as the Narcissus.

There are several variations on the Narcissus myth. The best-known variation was Metamorphoses, an epic poem written by Ovid. Metamorphoses explains the creation of various plants, animals, and natural phenomena through stories of transformation.

In Ovid’s poem, the nymph, Echo, told a story that was so long that Juno missed an opportunity to catch Jove while he flirted with the nymphs. Juno was angry with Echo, so she cursed the nymph to only repeat the words of others thenceforth.

One day in the woods, Echo saw Narcissus. She was captivated by his beauty and followed him. When Narcissus asked, "who is here?" Echo could only answer "here!"

Echo tried to embrace Narcissus, but he spurned her. Narcissus's rejection caused Echo to waste away until only her voice remained.

Narcissus stopped to rest by a clear pool of water, in which he beheld his reflection and was enchanted by its beauty. He sat staring at his reflection day and night, neither eating nor sleeping, eventually perishing from exhaustion and starvation. When the nymphs buried him, he transformed into a beautiful Narcissus flower.

In Pausanias' version of the story, Narcissus had a twin sister who looked exactly like him. He loved her very much. When she died, Narcissus found solace in looking at his reflection in the pond. This version of Narcissus does not fall in love with himself; instead, his reflection allows him to remember his sister.

The ancient Greek mythographer Konon's dark, homoerotic version of the myth of Narcissus takes place in the Greek city of Thespeia. In Konon's version, Narcissus scorns even Eros, the god of love himself.

A man named Ameinias falls deeply in love with Narcissus, but Narcissus spurns Ameinias and sends him a sword. Overcome with sorrow, Ameinias asks Eros to avenge him and commits suicide using the sword that Narcissus sent him.

Later, Narcissus falls in love with his own reflection in a pool of water. He becomes distraught because he is unable to touch the beautiful man that he sees in the pool. Eventually, Narcissus ends his own life, transforming into the lovely flower that now bears his name.

Free use image by John Hain on Pixabay

While the third version of Narcissus is arrogant and spiteful, the best-known version is self-absorbed but not malevolent. I feel that a more apt comparison than Narcissus for individuals such as Donald tRump is the infamous failed emperor Commodus, whose focus on his own glory touched off the downfall of Rome.

Commodus was the son of the highly regarded emperor Marcus Aurelius. After the death of his father, Commodus became increasingly dictatorial. Rather than acting as a leader, he focused on building a cult of personality by performing as a gladiator in rigged matches where he always came out the winner. He was assassinated in his bath on 31 December 192 by his personal trainer, a wrestler named Narcissus.

Roman statesman Dio Cassius described the reign of Commodus as marking the descent "from a kingdom of gold to one of iron and rust". When Donald tRump took office, he attempted to upend any programs created during the Obama era while building his cult of personality through continual campaigning.

Members of the Roman senate despised and feared Commodus, but his cult of personality thrived thanks to his showboating. Commodus was a megalomaniac, describing himself as having godlike prowess. Donald tRump described himself as “the chosen one” and a “very stable genius.”

Early in 192, Commodus, declared himself the new Romulus, renaming the city Colonia Lucia Annia Commodiana. All the months of the year were renamed to correspond with his twelve names: Lucius, Aelius, Aurelius, Commodus, Augustus, Herculeus, Romanus, Exsuperatorius, Amazonius, Invictus, Felix, and Pius. The legions were renamed Commodianae, the fleet which imported grain from Africa was termed Alexandria Commodiana Togata, the Senate was called the Commodian Fortunate Senate, his palace, and the Roman people themselves were given the name Commodianus, and the day on which these reforms were decreed was called Dies Commodianus.

Donald tRump jokingly said that he should be made pResident for life. Only he wasn’t joking.

In conclusion, while Narcissus may have been self-absorbed to his own detriment and the detriment of those who became enamored with him, his conceit did not have negative effects on an entire civilization. The conceit of Emperor Commodus was the beginning of the end for the Roman Empire. Commodus did not care about the Roman people, he cared about his own glory.

Therefore, I submit that the term narcissism is incorrectly applied to individuals such as Donald tRump. I believe that such megalomaniacs should be called Commodes to reflect the historical figure whose actions they mirror. Like them, commodes tend to be full of crap. 

  

Image by Craig Letourneau on Pixabay

https://pixabay.com/photos/daffodils-narcissus-nature-flower-455359/

 

narcissus heedless

learn nothing from growing pains

knowing only self

~cie~ 

978 words

I said I wouldn't do this again, but I'm giving it one more shot.

If you are capable of doing a proper critique rather than a tear-down, have at it. I'm not heavily invested in this piece. I wrote it as a lark.

Source: https://www.greekmythology.com/Myths/Mortals/Narcissus/narcissus.html

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Commodus

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Narcissus_(mythology)

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Narcissus_(wrestler)

https://poetryofthenetherworld.blogspot.com/2020/10/narcissus.html

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Saturday, December 4, 2021

Once Upon a December: Beartown (Choka)

 


the pure energy

from my creativity

as strong as a bear


unlock the magic

within the storytelling

let rise imagination


truth can never slip

from the grasp of one who knows

creative magic


there must be a place

where the bears live in bear town

a world where magic thrives

~ornery owl~

prompts





Prompt: What gives you energy?


Prompt:
Write a minor myth

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Friday, December 3, 2021

Once Upon a December: Fragments of the Man Who Invented Christmas

 


Saint Nicholas was a pious monk born near Turkey
he was a generous soul who loved the children
it is tradition to celebrate his good works on the anniversary of his death
December 6

traditions appreciate over time
the flavors that shine through
depend on their strength


so have a Coke and a smile

Sinter Klaas is coming to town
in his blue tri-cornered hat
flamboyant red waistcoat
and jolly yellow stockings

Last Christmas Eve, David Wayne Oliver reportedly robbed a Colorado bank only to throw all of the stolen cash in the air while exclaiming "Merry Christmas," to those who happened to be passing by at the opportune moment. The 65-year-old man was later arrested at a nearby Starbucks coffee shop. 

the last time I played Father Christmas
I stood outside a department store
A gang of kids came over and mugged me
And knocked my reindeer to the floor

~ornery owl~

prompts

Prompt: Write a "fragments" poem.
I hope I got the gist of it.


https://godoggocafe.com/2021/11/27/brave-recklesss-creativity-prompt-challenge-once-upon-a-december/



Links:

https://www.history.com/topics/christmas/santa-claus

Father Christmas is a song appearing on The Kinks 1978 album Misfits.

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Thursday, December 2, 2021

Once Upon a December 2021: Once Upon a Yesterday

 


Once upon a December yesterday

We shattered each other's hearts saying unsuitable things

I press my eyelids closed and try to remember

Standing by your side as the cardboard sea rose and fell

Butterflies danced in my soul, and I wanted to swim away in your eyes

Violet, sapphire, sage, and all the colors of the broken rainbow

You seemed to drink me in as I told you stories of my strange life

The longing look you gave me made me feel bubbly

As if my spirit danced to the music of eternity

Before I met you, I always felt like a secondary character in my own story

Suppressed memories from my traumatized younger years caused my soul to splinter

I hurried in a flurry on a hedonistic flight

Chasing each new escapade as if resting was a crime

Endless adventure and celebration were my cross to bear

Playing the part of the lost soul to perfection

My addiction to adrenaline a drain on my psyche

My mind lacked cohesion at the moment in time when you found me

Dumped near the milestone where I gave up hope for better

I was hanging on by a thread as slippery as spaghetti

Not much wanting to live but not quite ready to die

Like I was lost in a corn maze when the state fair left town

On entering a tunnel, I left hope by the roadside

I threw in the towel and gave up on the world

I swore that never again would I give my heart

But I melted in your hug because it felt like you meant it

I laughed when you ran through the sprinkler like a kid

We teased and joked as we lounged together

Shivering in the cold trailer, trying to stay warm

When you took the garter from my plus size thigh

I couldn’t believe that you could like what you saw

My insecurity was a thorn in your side

I understand now that you really tried

I sometimes still feel you when I’m driving alone

When I need someone to love

You’re the only one I think of

From now until eternity

I hope that you are thriving on the other side

For Gem

369 words

prompts used



Prompt: Never Again








The prompt was to write something to do with corn. The phrase "corn maze" appears in the poem.


Prompt: On entering a tunnel


Prompt: Write a "yesterday" poem



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Ornery Film Review: Lucifer Rising


1972 arthouse film by Kenneth Anger. The film is heavy on Thelemic symbolism. The soundtrack for this version was composed by Bobby Beausoleil, who was initially supposed to star in the film as Lucifer, but his scenes were cut and used in another Anger film, Invocation of My Demon Brother. More about the contentious working relationship between Anger and Beausoleil can be found in the Wikipedia entry for the film.


There is also a version of Lucifer Rising featuring a soundtrack by Jimmy Page. 

Anger initially approached Mick Jagger to star as Lucifer in the film. Jagger composed a soundtrack, which was instead used in Invocation of My Demon Brother. Mick Jagger's brother Chris appears in the film as the mage in the yellow tunic. Jimmy Page appears as the man holding the Stele of Revelation. 

The film could benefit from restoration, but it is worth a look.

~Ornery Owl~



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Wednesday, December 1, 2021

November 2021 Remix: Spiraling

 

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Dear Me as I Used to Be, just wanting to experience all the colors life offers

Buckle up, Soul, and get ready

To careen down to yon planet and inflict your incendiary presence

as fall leaves fall

in this season of contemplation

I reflect on summer's fading song

be sensible and bestow upon your will a ferrule of encouragement

pull up your muffler and silence contrary thoughts

that may lead you to investigating odd ruins

sometimes I dare dream

that someday we will accept

people as they are

I commit myself to following the motivating recipe as closely as possible

my song for autumn

singing the health of your soul

in a society whose members value Christmas shopping over taking care of each other

humans have

no love

for anything we have deemed lesser

sometimes I sit alone and consider

family expeditions of spent years

I remember her

thirteen moons times seventeen 

I know better now

from inside my bubble, or maybe from outside yours

I inscribed your name in the book of delights

I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in and found myself in a mess once again.

it must be your intention to become great

you must believe in and aspire to a surplus

step it up, speed up, hurry up and wait

It is still within our power to change the end of our tales

We don’t want to do anything that would inconvenience us

Mystic mall cops and maroon feather dusters

Time does not crawl, it hurtles forth like a bullet train

Crushing my memories beneath its merciless wheels

It took loved ones and ideas from me without a backward glance

But if I could find a filament of the hopefulness I felt

Perhaps I could sew patches over the holes in my heart

Maybe I could recall the feeling of the third Thursday in November

Pretend that tomorrow will just begin new.

New novel styles sweep us into the now.

Now everything we built lies covered in ashes.

Ashes of things that now seem unimportant somehow.

how would you bake pecan pie

good enough for compliments?

Lost and blue without a friend

humans, greedy and stupid

think with their stomachs

I hope that you know

I'm always glad to see you

beneath the sea of ubiquitous pretty faces

and impossibly slender bodies

courtesy of cocaine and starvation

I can still remember childhood thanksgivings

rising fresh in the morning full of hope

climbing from wrinkled sheets, up for breakfast

break the yolk of the egg to mop up with toast

the bird escaped clean

There are those who proclaim that I should be grateful

For my opportunity to star in the theatre of pain

running out of time as the money drips in and the reserves dry up

there is still no triumph as I trot through pelting dust to my grave

To the untrained eye

Some might find it a bit absurd

when I think back on the things that were

something blue glistens in my moss-rather-than-emerald eyes

how much longer can mother earth bend

before the bough breaks

and her children come crashing down?

~ornery owl~

prompts



Prompt: write a Remix poem

Here is the soundtrack that I listened to while writing this remix.


Here is the link in case you can't see the video.

https://odysee.com/@TeraMangalaMeditationMusic:d/solfeggio-tone-963hz-protract-power-new:e?r=GTwnGJ4fFBQfzuJgpHVpfKBKaC9b8B16

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Once Upon a December: Not There Yet

 

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Do you think I should take a page

From Dash and Lily's book of dares

And go flying down the stairs

Should I walk across a waterfall 

Where I shouldn't be at all?

One of the things that I will grieve

When it is my time to leave

Is the ability to write silly rhymes

To occupy my worried mind

I've really just begun to live

I feel I have so much to give

I hope that I will have the chance 

To let my soul be free to dance

To create a few stories along the way

I hope that I'll be allowed to stay

Please let me be here for a while

So when my time comes I can depart with a smile.

I am learning to take things slow

To follow my heart and just let go

Of all my old remorse and regret

I've gotta admit

I ain't got there yet.

~ornery owl~

prompts





I went all Arabian Nights while writing this poem.


Here is the link in case you can't see the video.

https://odysee.com/@%E7%BA%AF%E9%9F%B3%E4%B9%90:d/Arabian-Music---Middle-Eastern-Music:a

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