Sunday, August 14, 2016

OTI:one poem, notes, one illustration:8/14/16

Open To Interpretation

Tuccia

So, Tuccia,
You carried water from the Tiber
As proof.
I sip a bottled water,
And wonder.
Here there is no truth,
Just sieves sorting beauty,
And beauty collecting proofs
To maintain their flame.

DolphinWords

Notes:  Tuccia...reference the old Roman Vestal Virgins...it was their task to maintain Rome's sacred flame, the source of all household hearths...oh, hearths so close to hearts!...and there were just seven or so virgins, with a term of like thirty years...for indiscretion, they were punished...buried alive, in a chamber as it were supplied with a last meal or two, which was then covered with earth...Tuccia avoided such a fate by boasting she could carry water from the Tiber to the their temple in a sieve as proof she was still a virgin, which she succeeded in doing...the Vestals, and their flame, was maintained for a thousand years, until, again, along came Theodosius I, who extinguished it...thenabout, the Vestals had a champion, a roman aristocrat that tried to defend Rome's old religions...ah, a massive triangle of rivalry!...anyway...found an old quote for our time...

quote

"We gaze up at the same stars; the sky covers us all; the same universe encompasses us. Does it matter what practical system we adopt in our search for the Truth? The heart of so great a mystery cannot be reached by following one road only."

Symmachus

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

The Romans could be sublime, and barbaric...

quote

In other letters, Symmachus describes preparations for his shows in the arena. He managed to procure antelopes, gazelles, leopards, lions, bears, bear-cubs, and even some crocodiles. Symmachus also purchased Saxon slaves to fight and die in the games. He was annoyed when twenty-nine of the Saxons strangled each other in their cells on the night before their final scheduled appearance.

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hmmph...I came to this study of the Vestal Virgins recalling the goddess carried a sieve...which the study diverted me from finding!...brb...hmmph...took a guess, and googled 'Demeter sieve'...and got this:

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In the most common version of the myth, all but one of them killed their husbands on their wedding night, and are condemned to spend eternity carrying water in a sieve or perforated device. In the classical tradition, they come to represent the futility of a repetitive task that can never be completed.

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

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hmmph, try again...brb...heck....an algorithmic sieve!

quote

The sieve of Eratosthenes is one of the most efficient ways to find all of the smaller primes. It is named after Eratosthenes of Cyrene, a Greek mathematician; although none of his works have survived, the sieve was described and attributed to Eratosthenes in the Introduction to Arithmetic by Nicomachus

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

...which is something to think on, algorithms as sieves...and Tuccia must have chosen the sieve with that in mind, and what comes to mind from her effort, is an algorithm that lets nothing through...chastity, innocence...(oh!...so long as the flame was maintained, Rome, the city, was safe from conquest, a thousand year run...and when it was extinguished, there were a lot of 'I told you' sos)...and what I was reaching for was love as a sieve that, well, lets love through...not quite innocently...maybe Hestia has a sieve...brb...well, when the sacred fire went out, and after punishments, not all were fatal, like if the reason was just poor maintenance (a caution to Brazil and the Olympic Flame!), the Virgins would gather wood from a 'lucky tree', light it with a sacred fire drill, and then carry it back to the shrine in a bronze sieve...I'm guessing, fires for hearths were transported in bronze sieves (too let ashes fall through?)...brb...oh, 'Vestal', in Vestal Virgins, is Hestia, a name derived from 'essence'...the old philosophers go on much about Hestia/essence...Hestia too, like Artemis, is a rival to Aphrodite...hmmph...maybe I'm thinking of something like a sieve, picturing the winnowing of grain...brb...oh, 'riddle' is a synonym for sieve...have to keep that...brb...oh, and a wooden riddle has withes...oh...and I knew this...the golden fleece was used to sieve gold from streams...and the adventures of the Argonauts was for the golden sieve...and, if love sieves love, than chastity sieves chastity...and, just thinking here!...but the Romans and Greeks thought much of sieves...I know them from grinding flour...those tin cans with the crank that makes the metal ring go round reducing the flour so it goes through the mesh screen...oh, c'mon, there must be another poem in all this somewhere...it's late!...brb....oh, now I've done it, landed on a modern song...oh, reference Keats' 'beauty is truth, truth beauty'...its in there, somewhere...

quote

fucking with a goddess will get you a little colder

Goddess
by
Banks

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S98Q11zhS-g

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ah...brb...I've been diverted from the diversions!...that's a very good song, and a very good music video...I go to lyric versions of youtube music videos (somehow sieve took me to that one)...helps...and a lot of the new artists, I've noticed, are doing lyric music videos, experimenting with text graphics, Train's Soul Sister a good example...bit afraid to look up the urban dictionary definition of 'glitch'...brb...'now you gotta deal with this glitch on your shoulder' is the song's line in mind...hmmph...it could read 'bitch', and that would be with the songstory sense...guy neglects his girl, loses girl, gets another girl, second girl is trouble, and first girl's revenge...using unexpected 'glitch' is genius...like Tiepolo throwing in a completely black line or two, the 'black'; here being that 'glitch' doesn't have sense in the context, but its alluded too rhyme, 'bitch', does!...it draws the attention...I'm getting used to the profanity...these songsters keep at it, they'll make profanity normal talk, not profane at all!...anyway, harsh as it is, the song has some of the sentiment of the sieve in my poem Tuccia!...so enough looking for sieve...Illustration...Giraffe sketch...

:)

DavidDavid








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