Listening to this a lot lately, produced by the Insects. Say It and Should I Feel It's Over are total Moyet Drama - love it.
Thursday, 15 February 2007
HomeTime
Listening to this a lot lately, produced by the Insects. Say It and Should I Feel It's Over are total Moyet Drama - love it.
Wednesday, 14 February 2007
Tuesday, 13 February 2007
"Purple" by Skin
Purple washes over me
Seeping through my open seams
I'm stained all over
You pretend we've started again
Waiting for me to say when
But I say purple
She won't go
Where I
I would go for you
I'd curse my heart
For you
Silence makes a girl talk fast
Speeding but I'm gonna crash
And burn for love's sake
Duty keeps a lover loyal
(But) is it really worth the spoils
When I dream purple
Maenads
Info I am looking into for an old script idea...
In Greek mythology, Maenads were female worshippers of Dionysus, the Greek god of mystery, wine and intoxication, and the Roman god Bacchus. The word literally translates as "raving ones". They were known as wild, insane women who could not be reasoned with. The mysteries of Dionysus inspired the women to ecstatic frenzy; they indulged in copious amounts of violence, bloodletting, sexual activity, self-intoxication, and mutilation. They were usually pictured as crowned with vine leaves, clothed in fawnskins and carrying the thyrsus, and dancing with wild abandon.
They also were characterised as entranced women, wandering through the forests and hills.¹ Also, they are described as mad women and nurses of Dionysus, wandering through the mountains. They went into the mountains at night and practised strange rites.² Compare also the description in Homer's Illiad, Book VI, beginning at line 130.
" ... he that on a time drave down over the sacred mount of Nysa the nursing mothers of mad Dionysus; and they all let fall to the ground their wands ..."
The Maenads were also known as Bassarids (or Bacchae or Bacchantes) in Roman mythology, after the penchant of the equivalent Roman god, Bacchus, to wear a fox-skin, a bassaris.
The behavior of Maenads in stories is intended to explain and display the intoxicating effects of alcohol. In some cases, the alcohol causes bizarre behavior in people and cannot be justified or explained by any other reason except that of the intoxication.
In Euripides' play, "The Bacchae", Theban Maenads murdered King Pentheus after he banned the worship of Dionysus. Dionysus, Pentheus' cousin, himself lured Pentheus to the woods, where the Maenads tore him apart. His corpse was mutilated by his own mother, Agave, who tore off his head, believing it to be that of a lion.
A group of Maenads also killed Orpheus.
A Maenad appears in the second stanza of Percy Bysshe Shelley's Ode to the West Wind (1819):
...
Angels of rain and lightning; there are spread
On the blue surface of their airy surge,
Like the bright hair uplifted from the head
Of some fierce Maenad, ev'n from the dim verge
Of the horizon to the zenith's height—
...
The Bassarids, to a libretto by W. H. Auden and Chester Kallman, is the most famous opera composed by Hans Werner Henze.
The maenads correspond to the Shikome in the Japanese myth of Izanami and Izanagi (which has a correspondence with the Orpheus myth).
In Greek Art the frolicking of Maenads and Dionysus is often a theme depicted on Greek kraters, that are used to mix water and wine. These scenes show the Maenads in their frenzy running in the forests often killing any animal they happen to come across.
See also Icarius, Butes, Dryas, and Minyades for other examples of Dionysus inflicting insanity upon women as a curse.
wikipedia be praised
Monday, 12 February 2007
Shabd
Shabd or Shabda literally means “sound” or “word” in Sanskrit. [1] Esoterically, Shabd is the “Sound Current vibrating in all creation. It can be heard by the inner ears.” [2] Variously referred to as the Audible Life Stream, Inner Sound, Sound Current or Word in English, the Shabd is the esoteric essence of God which is available to all human beings, according to the Shabd path teachings of Eckankar, the Quan Yin Method, Sant Mat and Surat Shabd Yoga.
Adherents believe that a Satguru, or Eck Master, who is a human being, has merged with the Shabd in such a manner that he or she is a living manifestation of it at its highest level (the “Word made flesh”). However, not only can the Satguru can attain this, but all human beings are inherently privileged in this way. Indeed, in Sant Mat the raison d’ĂȘtre for the human form is to meditate on the Sound Current, and in so doing merge with it until one’s own divinity is ultimately realized.
from Wikipedia
Billions of years ago, an explosive flash of light marked the creation of the universe. The residual energy of this event permeates the universe even today- and it tells us that the young universe was filled with sound.
"Although the flash was brilliant light, that light has traveled to us across the universe, which is expanding. Those waves have been stretched by a large amount, by a factor of 1,000. So the light waves have been stretched, and they become microwaves."
Mark Whittle is a professor of astronomy at the University of Virginia. He tells us that since this pervasive microwave radiation was first detected 40 years ago, scientists have been able to observe it in great detail.
"And what was seen were patches, very slight patches, slightly brighter, slightly dimmer. What that is, it transpires, it's like looking down on the ocean's surface. You're actually seeing the peaks and troughs of waves. And so, the microwave background is showing us an image of sound waves, peaks and troughs."
from Pulse of the Planet
Sunday, 11 February 2007
Home
Now here I go again, I see the crystal visions
I keep my visions to myself
It's only me
Who wants to wrap around your dreams and...
Have you any dreams you'd like to sell?
Dreams of loneliness...
Like a heartbeat... drives you mad...
In the stillness of remembering what you had...
And what you lost...
And what you had...
And what you lost
Thunder only happens when it's raining
Players only love you when they're playing
Say... they will come and they will go
When the rain washes you clean... you'll know
you will know...
Stevie Nicks by way of Carlo Dall'anese's 2007 Sirena Summer Brazilian Mix
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