I’ve spent a fair portion of today singing songs that make me think of Eros. I’ve also checked out The Mirror Palace on WordPress, and that blogger’s tag for Eros.
Here are some quotes I think you, if you’re reading this, might enjoy:
Thoughts On Eros
He is the bitter-sweet love of life, of love, of the world and of one’s soul. He draws his arrows and loosens them on the hearts of those who do not respect him – and those who do respect him. No one, god or mortal, is safe from his touch. Only his respect of Choice forces him to stay his hand when he would otherwise strike at the virgin goddesses with his all-consuming arrows.
He leads the winged loves, the Erotes, in their fluttering flight in Aphrodite’s footsteps. He treads child-delicately and youth-heavily, and he throws himself into love with the reckless abandon of Love itself. He sneers at those who would refuse his passions, and spreads his wings to cover those who follow where he walks. He lives in the company of the gods, but often prefers the touches of humans. He is sharp and cold and hot and soft, wild and civilised, dangerous and peaceful. He is the quick-fingered child-keeper of the heavens, the earth, the sky and the seas.
eros is unlike anything else ever seen up close
eros is the drive toward the fulfillment of potential
eros is the greatest god
eros is a mysterious energy inherent in the whole of creation
eros is not merely the god of sensual love
eros is life
…and I entered in “Boeotia” in the search engine on there. First time I’d done that, actually. Really weird how I’ve used that site as a resource for YEARS and been gravitating further and further into Boeotian-specific religion, and I’d never done that before. Now, I’m putting this here rather than in Of Thespiae because my search basically proved me right about something else I’d posted here seemingly ages ago:
It seems most, if not all, Boeotian cities are named for a nymphe. Thespiae (now Thespis) is named for Thespia. Thebes named for Thebe. And on and on. You know what this means? It means I’m right — and not just right, technically right — the best kind of “right” there is.
I admit, I feel a little stupid now — this would seem like a pretty remedial thing to learn, but there you go. It’s things like this, the “confirmed personal gnosis”, that lead me to believe that Eros has a master plan in this, somehow.
So, I’m still in the process of reforming my office into more of a “studio” for my art and music. One of the last things I intend to add to make it feel less like a stoic, artless “office” and more like an artist’s space is a little shrine space by the computer.
I downloaded a lunar calendar template from Sarah Kate Winter earlier today, and have been working most of the day on piecing together a mostly-Boeotian festival calendar — I’ve marked things that aren’t, but that I still celebrate, anyway, and have even included some of the more personal days, like the anniversary of my father’s death (the Nekysia), and other things of especial personal importance.
When I’m done with this, I’ll go back and take out all the personal things and save it (along with a brief sheet explaining what things are, and my justifications for adding some festival or another, and where in Boeotia some festivals originated) as a .PDF.
Now, I have a book signing next week, and so I’m still kind of busy with the last-minute preparations I have for that, but I should have it “done” by the end of August.
Of course, just so that anybody interested in using this along with me knows, I consider this calendar project essentially on-going, and may make updates to things as I learn more. Also, a lot more is known about the Attic festival calendar than the Boeotian, so some dates (and I will explain which ones in the accompanied letter) may shift wildly with the next update as I learn more due to the fact that both I felt this festival is significant enough to continue the tradition and because I had to hypothesise when in the year things may have occurred — or with at least one festival, I simply settled on the date for a near-identical Attic festival.
In recognition of this ding-danged “Hellenismos & Homosexuality / Homophobia” meme going around the Hellenic segment of the blogosphere lately, I have decided that my next tattoo will read “Βοιωτία Χοίροι” (Boeotia Swine), to commemorate the fact that “Classical Attic” values have no relevance to me; and to those that such “values” do hold relevance to, kind people, I revel in what you must think of me.
In fact, I think I’ll start identifying my sexuality that way — oh, it may not be “historically accurate” (as per Pindar), but as a euphemism, it gets the point across.