Podcasts about maenad

In this new special from Punks In Pubs, Liam explores the vibrant yet challenging world of punk music in Hong Kong with guest Kelsey Wan, a local musician and label owner, The episode begins with a personal reflection on the ongoing violence in Lebanon and Liam's concern for his partner's family. Listen to KVYLE via this link You can listen to more of Kelsey's new work via this link The bands discussed at the end were: 1. David Boring 2. Maenad and the Ravers 3. Deer (MX) 4. The Crush 5. An Id Signal

Join me this week for a talk with Karen Michalson.  She talks about her newest award-winning novel, The Maenad's God.  Karen is a bit of a Renaissance woman, practicing law, teaching post-secondary courses on British authors, and rocking the music world with the bass guitar.  

Today's Show we have 2 of my guests from last week playing "5 Questions With..." First up is the fantastic Composer, Lyricist and Social Media Sensation, Scott Evan Davis. We had an excellent chat last week about his career, his newest musical, "Indigo" that debuted here in my state of Ohio, and his rise to fame on Tik Tok and Instagram as the snarky coffee drinker. Be sure to check out the entire interview, you won't be disappointed. Next answering 5 Questions is a true Renaissance Woman, Karen Michalson who is an author and has been a teacher, lawyer and bass guitar player in her own band. Her newest book, "The Maenad's God" is a great thriller, mixing a gay love story, mythology and magic. Be sure to check out my guest's Website at: www.scottevandavis.com and www.karenmichalson.com and you can find them on Social Media by their names as wel,: Thank you for listening to the Left of Str8 Radio Network, hosted by Scott Fullerton. The Left of Str8 Radio Network was created for the LGBTQ Community and our Straight Allies and we talk to and about, celebrities and personalities from the worlds of Entertainment, Foodies, Music, Books, and Advocacy. We post our weekly lgbtq news show, The Rainbow Rundown on Mondays, Our Left of Str8 Interviews post on Thursdays and Fridays, and we post our bonus "5 Questions With...." our Interviewee's on Tuesdays. Our newest show, "Bears of a Certain Age," airs on its own YouTube Channel in our partnership with The Queer Centric every Wednesday. Please share with your friends and follow us on social media @leftofstr8 on Instagram, @leftofstr8radio on Twitter (X), and Left of Str8 Show on Facebook. If you like us, please give our episodes a 5 star rating so more people will find them in the Algorithm. Go to our website at www.leftofstr8radio.com to listen to all shows, enter contests, write questions to the show for Scott or Guests, and if you want to be a guest or host on the network. You can find the video podcast of each episode on YouTube and Spotify, and the audio podcast is available at all major distributors including: iTunes, iHeart Radio, GoodPods, Amazon Music, Audible, Google Podcasts and more. You can support the show on our Patreon Page for as little as $3 a month, $8 a month, or $13 a month, to help cover show expenses and other costs. you can find us over at www.patreon.com/leftofstr8 .............Thanks, Scott

Today's Show we are honored to host an award-winning author whose literary contributions have left an indelible mark in the world of fiction. As if that wasn't enough, she also has had previous lives as a criminal defense attorney, a bass guitar player in a rock band and a teacher. Talk about your Rennaisance woman. Karen Michaelson. is the brilliant mind behind the "Enemy Glory" trilogy and her newest book, "The Maenad's God." Has been a huge success for her as well. I'm excited to talk to Karen about these previous lives a bit and then I'll delve deep into her inspirations, process, and experiences in the literary world, all in today's exciting episode. Be sure to check out my guest's Website at: www.karenmichalson.com and you can find them on Social Media here: @karenmichalson Thank you for listening to the Left of Str8 Radio Network, hosted by Scott Fullerton. The Left of Str8 Radio Network was created for the LGBTQ Community and our Straight Allies and we talk to and about, celebrities and personalities from the worlds of Entertainment, Foodies, Music, Books, and Advocacy. We post our weekly lgbtq news show, The Rainbow Rundown on Mondays, Our Left of Str8 Interviews post on Thursdays and Fridays, and we post our bonus "5 Questions With...." our Interviewee's on Tuesdays. Our newest show, "Bears of a Certain Age," airs on its own YouTube Channel in our partnership with The Queer Centric every Wednesday. Please share with your friends and follow us on social media @leftofstr8 on Instagram, @leftofstr8radio on Twitter (X), and Left of Str8 Show on Facebook. If you like us, please give our episodes a 5 star rating so more people will find them in the Algorithm. Go to our website at www.leftofstr8radio.com to listen to all shows, enter contests, write questions to the show for Scott or Guests, and if you want to be a guest or host on the network. You can find the video podcast of each episode on YouTube and Spotify, and the audio podcast is available at all major distributors including: iTunes, iHeart Radio, GoodPods, Amazon Music, Audible, Google Podcasts and more. You can support the show on our Patreon Page for as little as $3 a month, $8 a month, or $13 a month, to help cover show expenses and other costs. you can find us over at www.patreon.com/leftofstr8 .............Thanks, Scott

Melvyn Bragg and guests discuss Euripides' great tragedy, which was first performed in Athens in 405 BC when the Athenians were on the point of defeat and humiliation in a long war with Sparta. The action seen or described on stage was brutal: Pentheus, king of Thebes, is torn into pieces by his mother in a Bacchic frenzy and his grandparents condemned to crawl away as snakes. All this happened because Pentheus had denied the divinity of his cousin Dionysus, known to the audience as god of wine, theatre, fertility and religious ecstasy. The image above is a detail of a Red-Figure Cup showing the death of Pentheus (exterior) and a Maenad (interior), painted c. 480 BC by the Douris painter. This object can be found at the Kimbell Art Museum in Fort Worth, Texas. With Edith Hall Professor of Classics at King's College London Emily Wilson Professor of Classical Studies at the University of Pennsylvania And Rosie Wyles Lecturer in Classical History and Literature at the University of Kent Producer: Simon Tillotson

Alternative title: Maybe she's born with it, maybe it's Maenad! We find out the (partial) truth about MaryAnn and Eric gets his cardio in. It's a spicy episode! TW for brief mentions of sexual assault @bloodtypepodcast on insta bloodtypepodcast@gmail.com --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/bloodtypes/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/bloodtypes/support

Historians often write them off as mad women. The name Maenad evenliterally translates as the “raving ones”. But these women are much more than that. They are sacred worshippers and holy priestesses to the god of wine, madness and frenzy – Dionysus. This episode is also available as a blog post: http://martinifisher.com/2021/06/14/divinity-beneath-the-madness/

Oinomancy and Tyromancy. Divination by wine and divination by cheese. RJ and Elle discuss the history of Alcohol as a tool for magic. The consumption of Alcohol goes well into pre-history, with the earliest records existing in ancient mesopotamia. RJ Gags remembering alcohol poisoning patients he treated as an EMT.  They also discuss the Maenads, ancient greek priestesses of Dionysus who used alcohol to commune with their god. They performed several rituals at their Baccanals before the practice was outlawed by the Roman Government. In the Extra Spell, RJ discusses the history of Witches Brew and how our current image of the witch with pointy hat, cat, broomstick, and cauldron come from female brewmasters. RJ finishes his portion by touching on the history of alcoholism.  Elle performs Oinomancy in the ancient greek tradition for Shanna. Support the show (https://www.patreon.com/mancy)

Attacked by creepy sisters with twin attacks, their strikes our heroes' bodies they will tax. Things get worse and much more scary, listen to this episode as things get hairy. Intro/outro by Ross Bugden. Other music by Kevin MacLeod.

Yup....it's not the episode you thought it would be, but it is coming soon.  Also, the new NWL2020 dictionary is now available.  Go and check it out!  | MARAKA  | MARKA | MAMBAS  |  | MACACO  |  | MACULA  |  | MAENAD  | ANADEM | MEDAKA  |  | MAZARD  |  | MEGARA  |  | MALATE  | MEATAL/TAMALE | MAMMAE  |  | MAGIAN  |  | MARGAY  |  | MAHANT  |  | MAYHAP  |  | MATSAH  | MATZAH, MATZO, MATZA, MATZOT | MAHUAS  | MAHWAS | MAXIMA  |  | MARKKA  |  | MANUKA  |  | MAKUTA  |  | MARRAM  |  | MAZUMA  |  | MANNAN  |  | MANATS  | ATMANS/MANTAS | MANTUA  |  | MOBCAP  |  | MANEBS  |  | MIHRAB  |  | MIMBAR  |  | MBIRAS  |  | MACLED  |  | MODICA  |  | MUDCAP  |  | MUDCAT  |  | MANCHE  |  | MARCEL  | CALMER | MACULE  |  | MUSCAE  |  | MANIOC  | CAMION/ANOMIC | MANTIC  |  | MYRICA  |  | MUSCAT  |  | MEDIAD  | DIADEM | MALLED  |  | MARLED  |  | MIGAWD  |  | MASJID  |  | MILADY  |  | MANTID  | MANTIS | MADTOM  |  | MAUNDY  |  | MADURO  |  | MANEGE  | MENAGE | MEALIE  |  | MAMMEE  | MAMEE MAMEY | MENSAE  | ENEMAS/SEAMEN | METEPA  |  | METATE  |  | MAIGRE  | IMAGER/GAMIER/MIRAGE | MASKEG  | MUSKEG | MALGRE  |  | MAGLEV  |  | MAUGER  | MAUGRE/MURAGE | MEGASS  |  | MAGUEY  |  | MAIHEM  | MAYHEM | MASHIE  |  | MAHOES  |  | MALLEI  |  | MESIAL  | EMAIL/MAILES/SAMIEL | MAVIES  |  | MAXIXE  |  | MENSAL  | LEMANS | MAMMER  |  | MAMMET  | MAUMET | MYASES  |  | MEATUS  | MUTASE | MEZUZA  |  | MAFTIR  |  | MASSIF  |  | MANFUL  |  | MUGGAR  | MUGGER | MUGHAL  | MOGUL, MOGHUL | MAGLIP  |  | MORGAN  |  | MAGNOX  |  | MAGOTS  |  | MIKVAH  |  |   |  | MARISH  | IHRAMS | MOKSHA  |  | MOLLAH  | MULLAH | MOSHAV  |  | MAHZOR  |  | MURRHA  | MURRA | MUTHAS  |  | MAJLIS  |  | MALKIN  |  | MISKAL  |  | MALOTI (NO S!) | MANITO  | MANITU | MIZUNA  |  | MAYVIN  | MAVIN | MAISTS  |  | MAMLUK  |  | MALLOW  |  | MALTOL  |  | MORULA  |  | MAMMON  |  | MYXOMA  |  | MARRON  |  | MOVANT  |  | MAYPOP  |  | MUDBUG  |  | MILNEB  | NIMBLE | MOBLOG  | 

Melvyn Bragg and guests discuss Euripides' great tragedy, which was first performed in Athens in 405 BC when the Athenians were on the point of defeat and humiliation in a long war with Sparta. The action seen or described on stage was brutal: Pentheus, king of Thebes, is torn into pieces by his mother in a Bacchic frenzy and his grandparents condemned to crawl away as snakes. All this happened because Pentheus had denied the divinity of his cousin Dionysus, known to the audience as god of wine, theatre, fertility and religious ecstasy. The image above is a detail of a Red-Figure Cup showing the death of Pentheus (exterior) and a Maenad (interior), painted c. 480 BC by the Douris painter. This object can be found at the Kimbell Art Museum in Fort Worth, Texas. With Edith Hall Professor of Classics at King’s College London Emily Wilson Professor of Classical Studies at the University of Pennsylvania And Rosie Wyles Lecturer in Classical History and Literature at the University of Kent Producer: Simon Tillotson

Melvyn Bragg and guests discuss Euripides' great tragedy, which was first performed in Athens in 405 BC when the Athenians were on the point of defeat and humiliation in a long war with Sparta. The action seen or described on stage was brutal: Pentheus, king of Thebes, is torn into pieces by his mother in a Bacchic frenzy and his grandparents condemned to crawl away as snakes. All this happened because Pentheus had denied the divinity of his cousin Dionysus, known to the audience as god of wine, theatre, fertility and religious ecstasy. The image above is a detail of a Red-Figure Cup showing the death of Pentheus (exterior) and a Maenad (interior), painted c. 480 BC by the Douris painter. This object can be found at the Kimbell Art Museum in Fort Worth, Texas. With Edith Hall Professor of Classics at King’s College London Emily Wilson Professor of Classical Studies at the University of Pennsylvania And Rosie Wyles Lecturer in Classical History and Literature at the University of Kent Producer: Simon Tillotson

Sarah Wendell is here! That's right, the resident Smart Bitch who loves Trashy Books is on Heaving Bosoms! She introduces Melody to the wonders that is the Lords of the Satyr series with NICHOLAS by Elizabeth Amber. It's a Paranormal Historical Erotic Romance that is nuts. It's so bonkers. It's got such a problematic tapestry of consent issues that Melody wasn't phased by at all. There are Fuck Sprites. There's double dicks and a bonus appendage that Sarah has hilariously dubbed "the zamboni of love." IT'S EVERYTHING MEL HAS EVER WANTED, purple prose and all!  LADY LOVES: Sarah: Give yourself a manicure! She has become quite proficient in PandemicTimes and gives herself weekly manicures. The bonus is that she's forced to STOP and relax while her nails dry.  Melody: Get yourself pumped up. When you don't want to complete a task, put on some Jock Jams and you will be ready to take on the world!  EPISODE SPONSOR: Debut nobel WHAT COMES AFTER by Blair Leigh. It's a heartfelt contemporary filled that tackles grief, anxiety, and is filled with tons of lady love and hope! Get it now! PATREON SHOUT OUT:  Sylwia P, you are descended from Jezda, or Jezi Baba, a Polish wild woman goddess who was the epitome of creative and badass. Jezi Baba is portrayed as a witch who flies through the air in a mortar, using the pestle as the rudder. No one can follow her because she sweeps away her tracks using a broom made of human hair. Her house in the forest revolved around because it sat atop 3 pairs of chicken legs THAT DANCE. Look, you’re 30 now and that means truly embracing yourself. Turning 30 in 2020 gives you extra power. So, when things get overwhelming, lean into your Jezdaness. If those who approach you for help are pure of heart, feel free to expend your energy to make the world better. If they’re not pure of heart, or haven’t properly prepared themselves for your glory, EAT THEIR SOULS and use that extra energy to achieve your dreams. That nose piercing already signals to the world that you’re a weird and, if Jezi Baba taught us anything, it’s that there’s great power in not having fucks to give anymore.

“The B-Roll” is back! Listen to my interview with the talented ladies behind Maenad Productions: Liz, Janet, and Ashley. We’ll discuss their films “Mother’s Day”, "The Darlings” and more.

为你读英语美文·第348期 冬天来了,春天还会远吗? | 为你读《西风颂》主播：熊叔坐标：上海如果冬天来了，春天还会远吗？今天，我们要和你分享的这首诗，就是雪莱的《西风颂》。据雪莱自注称：“这首诗构思在佛罗伦萨附近阿诺河畔的一片树林里，主要部分也在那里写成。那一天，孕育着一场暴风雨的暖和而又令人振奋的大风集合着常常倾泻下的滂沱秋雨的云霭。果不出所料，雨从日落下起，狂风暴雨里夹带着冰雹，并且伴有阿尔卑斯山南地区所特有的气势宏伟的电闪雷鸣。”Ode to the West Wind《西风颂》作者：雪莱，译者：查良铮第一节O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves deadAre driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,哦，狂暴的西风，秋之生命的呼吸！你无形，但枯死的落叶被你横扫，有如鬼魅碰到了巫师，纷纷逃避：Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou,Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed黄的，黑的，灰的，红得像患肺痨， 呵，重染疫疠的一群：西风呵，是你 以车驾把有翼的种子催送到The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low,Each like a corpse within its grave, untilThine azure sister of the Spring shall blow黑暗的冬床上，它们就躺在那里， 像是墓中的死穴，冰冷，深藏，低贱， 直等到春天，你碧空的姊妹吹起Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)With living hues and odours plain and hill:她的喇叭，在沉睡的大地上响遍， （唤出嫩芽，像羊群一样，觅食空中） 将色和香充满了山峰和平原。Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh hear!不羁的精灵呵，你无处不远行； 破坏者兼保护者：听吧，你且聆听！第二节Thou on whose stream, mid the steep sky's commotion,Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed,Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean,没入你的急流，当高空一片混乱，流云象大地的枯叶一样被撕扯 脱离天空和海洋的纠缠的枝干。Angels of rain and lightning: there are spreadOn the blue surface of thine aery surge,Like the bright hair uplifted from the head成为雨和电的使者：它们飘落 在你的磅礴之气的蔚蓝的波面， 有如狂女的飘扬的头发在闪烁，Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim vergeOf the horizon to the zenith's height,The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge从天穹的最遥远而模糊的边沿 直抵九霄的中天，到处都在摇曳 欲来雷雨的卷发，对濒死的一年Of the dying year, to which this closing nightWill be the dome of a vast sepulchre,Vaulted with all thy congregated might你唱出了葬歌，而这密集的黑夜 将成为它广大墓陵的一座圆顶， 里面正有你的万钧之力的凝结；Of vapours, from whose solid atmosphereBlack rain, and fire, and hail will burst: oh hear!那是你的浑然之气，从它会迸涌 黑色的雨，冰雹和火焰：哦，你听！第三节Thou who didst waken from his summer dreamsThe blue Mediterranean, where he lay,Lull'd by the coil of his crystalline streams,是你，你将蓝色的地中海唤醒，而它曾经昏睡了一整个夏天， 被澄澈水流的回旋催眠入梦，Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay,And saw in sleep old palaces and towersQuivering within the wave's intenser day,就在巴亚海湾的一个浮石岛边， 它梦见了古老的宫殿和楼阁 在水天辉映的波影里抖颤，All overgrown with azure moss and flowersSo sweet, the sense faints picturing them! ThouFor whose path the Atlantic's level powers而且都生满青苔、开满花朵， 那芬芳真迷人欲醉！呵，为了给你 让一条路，大西洋的汹涌的浪波Cleave themselves into chasms, while far belowThe sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wearThe sapless foliage of the ocean, know把自己向两边劈开，而深在渊底 那海洋中的花草和泥污的森林 虽然枝叶扶疏，却没有精力；Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear,And tremble and despoil themselves: oh hear!听到你的声音，它们已吓得发青： 一边颤栗，一边自动萎缩：哦，你听！第四节If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear;If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee;A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share哎，假如我是一片枯叶被你浮起，假如我是能和你飞跑的云雾， 是一个波浪，和你的威力同喘息，The impulse of thy strength, only less freeThan thou, O uncontrollable! If evenI were as in my boyhood, and could be假如我分有你的脉搏，仅仅不如 你那么自由，哦，无法约束的生命！ 假如我能像在少年时，凌风而舞The comrade of thy wanderings over Heaven,As then, when to outstrip thy skiey speedScarce seem'd a vision; I would ne'er have striven便成了你的伴侣，悠游天空 （因为呵，那时候，要想追你上云霄， 似乎并非梦幻），我就不致像如今As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need.Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!这样焦躁地要和你争相祈祷。 哦，举起我吧，当我是水波、树叶、浮云！ 我跌在生活底荆棘上，我流血了！A heavy weight of hours has chain'd and bow'dOne too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.这被岁月的重轭所制服的生命 原是和你一样：骄傲、轻捷而不驯。第五节Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is:What if my leaves are falling like its own!The tumult of thy mighty harmonies把我当作你的竖琴吧，有如树林：尽管我的叶落了，那有什么关系！ 你巨大的合奏所振起的音乐Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone,Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce,My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!将染有树林和我的深邃的秋意： 虽忧伤而甜蜜。呵，但愿你给予我 狂暴的精神！奋勇者呵，让我们合一！Drive my dead thoughts over the universeLike wither'd leaves to quicken a new birth!And, by the incantation of this verse,请把我枯死的思想向世界吹落， 让它像枯叶一样促成新的生命！ 哦，请听从这一篇符咒似的诗歌，Scatter, as from an unextinguish'd hearthAshes and sparks, my words among mankind!Be through my lips to unawaken'd earth就把我的话语，像是灰烬和火星 从还未熄灭的炉火向人间播散！ 让预言的喇叭通过我的嘴唇The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind,If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?把昏睡的大地唤醒吧！西风啊， 如果冬天来了,春天还会远吗?▎诗歌赏析《西风颂》是英国浪漫主义诗人雪莱的诗作。全诗共五节，围绕西风加以咏唱。第一诗节写西风的威力和它的作用，第14行点出破坏者和护持者，这是贯串全诗的两个主题。第二诗节用云、雨、冰雹、闪电来衬托描写西风的威力。第三诗节写西风作用于波浪。第四诗节写诗人因西风而发生的感慨，诗人向西风说但愿自己也像枯叶被风带走，虽然不像不羁的雨风那样自由自在，也能分得它的一分猛烈的威力。在最后一诗节里，诗人请求西风帮助他扫去暮气，把他的诗句传播到四方，唤醒沉睡的大地。最末两句“如果冬天来了，春天还会远吗？预言春天即将来临，给生活在黑夜及困境中的人们带来鼓舞和希望。▎主播介绍熊叔：英语名师，公众号：熊叔英语▎节目首发，背景音乐，图文资料，更多推送敬请关注微信公众号：为你读英语美文，ID：readenglishforyou

为你读英语美文·第348期 冬天来了,春天还会远吗? | 为你读《西风颂》主播：熊叔坐标：上海如果冬天来了，春天还会远吗？今天，我们要和你分享的这首诗，就是雪莱的《西风颂》。据雪莱自注称：“这首诗构思在佛罗伦萨附近阿诺河畔的一片树林里，主要部分也在那里写成。那一天，孕育着一场暴风雨的暖和而又令人振奋的大风集合着常常倾泻下的滂沱秋雨的云霭。果不出所料，雨从日落下起，狂风暴雨里夹带着冰雹，并且伴有阿尔卑斯山南地区所特有的气势宏伟的电闪雷鸣。”Ode to the West Wind《西风颂》作者：雪莱，译者：查良铮第一节O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves deadAre driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,哦，狂暴的西风，秋之生命的呼吸！你无形，但枯死的落叶被你横扫，有如鬼魅碰到了巫师，纷纷逃避：Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou,Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed黄的，黑的，灰的，红得像患肺痨， 呵，重染疫疠的一群：西风呵，是你 以车驾把有翼的种子催送到The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low,Each like a corpse within its grave, untilThine azure sister of the Spring shall blow黑暗的冬床上，它们就躺在那里， 像是墓中的死穴，冰冷，深藏，低贱， 直等到春天，你碧空的姊妹吹起Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)With living hues and odours plain and hill:她的喇叭，在沉睡的大地上响遍， （唤出嫩芽，像羊群一样，觅食空中） 将色和香充满了山峰和平原。Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh hear!不羁的精灵呵，你无处不远行； 破坏者兼保护者：听吧，你且聆听！第二节Thou on whose stream, mid the steep sky's commotion,Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed,Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean,没入你的急流，当高空一片混乱，流云象大地的枯叶一样被撕扯 脱离天空和海洋的纠缠的枝干。Angels of rain and lightning: there are spreadOn the blue surface of thine aery surge,Like the bright hair uplifted from the head成为雨和电的使者：它们飘落 在你的磅礴之气的蔚蓝的波面， 有如狂女的飘扬的头发在闪烁，Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim vergeOf the horizon to the zenith's height,The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge从天穹的最遥远而模糊的边沿 直抵九霄的中天，到处都在摇曳 欲来雷雨的卷发，对濒死的一年Of the dying year, to which this closing nightWill be the dome of a vast sepulchre,Vaulted with all thy congregated might你唱出了葬歌，而这密集的黑夜 将成为它广大墓陵的一座圆顶， 里面正有你的万钧之力的凝结；Of vapours, from whose solid atmosphereBlack rain, and fire, and hail will burst: oh hear!那是你的浑然之气，从它会迸涌 黑色的雨，冰雹和火焰：哦，你听！第三节Thou who didst waken from his summer dreamsThe blue Mediterranean, where he lay,Lull'd by the coil of his crystalline streams,是你，你将蓝色的地中海唤醒，而它曾经昏睡了一整个夏天， 被澄澈水流的回旋催眠入梦，Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay,And saw in sleep old palaces and towersQuivering within the wave's intenser day,就在巴亚海湾的一个浮石岛边， 它梦见了古老的宫殿和楼阁 在水天辉映的波影里抖颤，All overgrown with azure moss and flowersSo sweet, the sense faints picturing them! ThouFor whose path the Atlantic's level powers而且都生满青苔、开满花朵， 那芬芳真迷人欲醉！呵，为了给你 让一条路，大西洋的汹涌的浪波Cleave themselves into chasms, while far belowThe sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wearThe sapless foliage of the ocean, know把自己向两边劈开，而深在渊底 那海洋中的花草和泥污的森林 虽然枝叶扶疏，却没有精力；Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear,And tremble and despoil themselves: oh hear!听到你的声音，它们已吓得发青： 一边颤栗，一边自动萎缩：哦，你听！第四节If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear;If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee;A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share哎，假如我是一片枯叶被你浮起，假如我是能和你飞跑的云雾， 是一个波浪，和你的威力同喘息，The impulse of thy strength, only less freeThan thou, O uncontrollable! If evenI were as in my boyhood, and could be假如我分有你的脉搏，仅仅不如 你那么自由，哦，无法约束的生命！ 假如我能像在少年时，凌风而舞The comrade of thy wanderings over Heaven,As then, when to outstrip thy skiey speedScarce seem'd a vision; I would ne'er have striven便成了你的伴侣，悠游天空 （因为呵，那时候，要想追你上云霄， 似乎并非梦幻），我就不致像如今As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need.Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!这样焦躁地要和你争相祈祷。 哦，举起我吧，当我是水波、树叶、浮云！ 我跌在生活底荆棘上，我流血了！A heavy weight of hours has chain'd and bow'dOne too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.这被岁月的重轭所制服的生命 原是和你一样：骄傲、轻捷而不驯。第五节Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is:What if my leaves are falling like its own!The tumult of thy mighty harmonies把我当作你的竖琴吧，有如树林：尽管我的叶落了，那有什么关系！ 你巨大的合奏所振起的音乐Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone,Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce,My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!将染有树林和我的深邃的秋意： 虽忧伤而甜蜜。呵，但愿你给予我 狂暴的精神！奋勇者呵，让我们合一！Drive my dead thoughts over the universeLike wither'd leaves to quicken a new birth!And, by the incantation of this verse,请把我枯死的思想向世界吹落， 让它像枯叶一样促成新的生命！ 哦，请听从这一篇符咒似的诗歌，Scatter, as from an unextinguish'd hearthAshes and sparks, my words among mankind!Be through my lips to unawaken'd earth就把我的话语，像是灰烬和火星 从还未熄灭的炉火向人间播散！ 让预言的喇叭通过我的嘴唇The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind,If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?把昏睡的大地唤醒吧！西风啊， 如果冬天来了,春天还会远吗?▎诗歌赏析《西风颂》是英国浪漫主义诗人雪莱的诗作。全诗共五节，围绕西风加以咏唱。第一诗节写西风的威力和它的作用，第14行点出破坏者和护持者，这是贯串全诗的两个主题。第二诗节用云、雨、冰雹、闪电来衬托描写西风的威力。第三诗节写西风作用于波浪。第四诗节写诗人因西风而发生的感慨，诗人向西风说但愿自己也像枯叶被风带走，虽然不像不羁的雨风那样自由自在，也能分得它的一分猛烈的威力。在最后一诗节里，诗人请求西风帮助他扫去暮气，把他的诗句传播到四方，唤醒沉睡的大地。最末两句“如果冬天来了，春天还会远吗？预言春天即将来临，给生活在黑夜及困境中的人们带来鼓舞和希望。▎主播介绍熊叔：英语名师，公众号：熊叔英语▎节目首发，背景音乐，图文资料，更多推送敬请关注微信公众号：为你读英语美文，ID：readenglishforyou

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Dark Indulgence 04.28.19 Industrial | EBM & Synthpop Mixshow by Scott Durand ::: This week featuring preview tracks from Amnistia & PreEmptive Strike 0.1 plus brand new releases from Inva//id | Maenad veyl | Geistform | Capsules of energy | Dead chains | Stahlnebel & Black selket | Diverje | Hell:sector | Viscera Drip | Killing key | The Opposer Divine & more. Please remember to REPOST and hit FAVORITE to spread the new music! Visit my website at: https://www.djscottdurand.com On Facebook at: https://www.facebook.com/djscottdurand

Dark Indulgence 04.28.19 Industrial | EBM & Synthpop Mixshow by Scott Durand ::: This week featuring preview tracks from Amnistia & PreEmptive Strike 0.1 plus brand new releases from Inva//id | Maenad veyl | Geistform | Capsules of energy | Dead chains | Stahlnebel & Black selket | Diverje | Hell:sector | Viscera Drip | Killing key | The Opposer Divine & more. Please remember to REPOST and hit FAVORITE to spread the new music! Visit my website at: https://www.djscottdurand.com On Facebook at: https://www.facebook.com/djscottdurand

Dark Indulgence 04.28.19 Industrial | EBM & Synthpop Mixshow by Scott Durand ::: This week featuring preview tracks from Amnistia & PreEmptive Strike 0.1 plus brand new releases from Inva//id | Maenad veyl | Geistform | Capsules of energy | Dead chains | Stahlnebel & Black selket | Diverje | Hell:sector | Viscera Drip | Killing key | The Opposer Divine & more. Please remember to REPOST and hit FAVORITE to spread the new music! Visit my website at: https://www.djscottdurand.com On Facebook at: https://www.facebook.com/djscottdurand

Dark Indulgence 04.28.19 Industrial | EBM & Synthpop Mixshow by Scott Durand ::: This week featuring preview tracks from Amnistia & PreEmptive Strike 0.1 plus brand new releases from Inva//id | Maenad veyl | Geistform | Capsules of energy | Dead chains | Stahlnebel & Black selket | Diverje | Hell:sector | Viscera Drip | Killing key | The Opposer Divine & more. Please remember to REPOST and hit FAVORITE to spread the new music! Visit my website at: https://www.djscottdurand.com On Facebook at: https://www.facebook.com/djscottdurand

The agents of Sol Invictus confront our operatives and their Maenad allies, and the defense systems of Sanctuary itself are brought to bear. Music Credits: Three Chain Links - Giving the Cables Life Three Chain Links - Magic Hour WARHORSE - Remote Control Dad Prelude Ezietto - Stars and Warriors Kai Engel - Written in Ink Josh Woodward - I'm Letting Go (Instrumental) Zero-project - Earthbeat Neuron Spectre - J-E-N-O-V-A Baskervill - Black Pyramid Darren Curtis - Scary Futuristic Music Theme Kai Engel - Run Kai Engel - Melted Wings DEgITx - Minefield Naoya Sakamata - Reincarnation Blind Therapy - Malicious INtentions WARHORSE - LOL She's Fluent in Sarcasm Alexander Nakarada - Before the Storm Kai Engel - Warm of a Mechanical Heart Opening and Closing Themes by Nathan Kross and Rob Stith Director's Note: The ORPHEUS Protocol is supported by our generous backers on Patreon:  Visit http://www.patreon.com/orpheusprotocol for details. If you enjoy The ORPHEUS Protocol, please consider dropping us a review on iTunes. This is the best way for us to reach a broader audience. The ORPHEUS Protocol attempts to release every Monday, and is almost always successful.

But the bed I made up for myself was sufficiently uncomfortable to give me a wakeful night, and I thought a good deal of what the unlucky Dutchman had told me. I was not so much puzzled by Blanche Stroeve's action, for I saw in that merely the result of a physical appeal. I do not suppose she had ever really cared for her husband, and what I had taken for love was no more than the feminine response to caresses and comfort which in the minds of most women passes for it. It is a passive feeling capable of being roused for any object, as the vine can grow on any tree; and the wisdom of the world recognises its strength when it urges a girl to marry the man who wants her with the assurance that love will follow. It is an emotion made up of the satisfaction in security, pride of property, the pleasure of being desired, the gratification of a household, and it is only by an amiable vanity that women ascribe to it spiritual value. It is an emotion which is defenceless against passion. I suspected that Blanche Stroeve's violent dislike of Strickland had in it from the beginning a vague element of sexual attraction. Who am I that I should seek to unravel the mysterious intricacies of sex? Perhaps Stroeve's passion excited without satisfying that part of her nature, and she hated Strickland because she felt in him the power to give her what she needed. I think she was quite sincere when she struggled against her husband's desire to bring him into the studio; I think she was frightened of him, though she knew not why; and I remembered how she had foreseen disaster. I think in some curious way the horror which she felt for him was a transference of the horror which she felt for herself because he so strangely troubled her. His appearance was wild and uncouth; there was aloofness in his eyes and sensuality in his mouth; he was big and strong; he gave the impression of untamed passion; and perhaps she felt in him, too, that sinister element which had made me think of those wild beings of the world's early history when matter, retaining its early connection with the earth, seemed to possess yet a spirit of its own. If he affected her at all, it was inevitable that she should love or hate him. She hated him.And then I fancy that the daily intimacy with the sick man moved her strangely. She raised his head to give him food, and it was heavy against her hand; when she had fed him she wiped his sensual mouth and his red beard. She washed his limbs; they were covered with thick hair; and when she dried his hands, even in his weakness they were strong and sinewy. His fingers were long; they were the capable, fashioning fingers of the artist; and I know not what troubling thoughts they excited in her. He slept very quietly, without a movement, so that he might have been dead, and he was like some wild creature of the woods, resting after a long chase; and she wondered what fancies passed through his dreams. Did he dream of the nymph flying through the woods of Greece with the satyr in hot pursuit? She fled, swift of foot and desperate, but he gained on her step by step, till she felt his hot breath on her neck; and still she fled silently, and silently he pursued, and when at last he seized her was it terror that thrilled her heart or was it ecstasy?Blanche Stroeve was in the cruel grip of appetite. Perhaps she hated Strickland still, but she hungered for him, and everything that had made up her life till then became of no account. She ceased to be a woman, complex, kind and petulant, considerate and thoughtless; she was a Maenad. She was desire.But perhaps this is very fanciful; and it may be that she was merely bored with her husband and went to Strickland out of a callous curiosity. She may have had no particular feeling for him, but succumbed to his wish from propinquity or idleness, to find then that she was powerless in a snare of her own contriving. How did I know what were the thoughts and emotions behind that placid brow and those cool gray eyes?But if one could be certain of nothing in dealing with creatures so incalculable as human beings, there were explanations of Blanche Stroeve's behaviour which were at all events plausible. On the other hand, I did not understand Strickland at all. I racked my brain, but could in no way account for an action so contrary to my conception of him. It was not strange that he should so heartlessly have betrayed his friends' confidence, nor that he hesitated not at all to gratify a whim at the cost of another's misery. That was in his character. He was a man without any conception of gratitude. He had no compassion. The emotions common to most of us simply did not exist in him, and it was as absurd to blame him for not feeling them as for blaming the tiger because he is fierce and cruel. But it was the whim I could not understand.I could not believe that Strickland had fallen in love with Blanche Stroeve. I did not believe him capable of love. That is an emotion in which tenderness is an essential part, but Strickland had no tenderness either for himself or for others; there is in love a sense of weakness, a desire to protect, an eagerness to do good and to give pleasure -- if not unselfishness, at all events a selfishness which marvellously conceals itself; it has in it a certain diffidence. These were not traits which I could imagine in Strickland. Love is absorbing; it takes the lover out of himself; the most clear-sighted, though he may know, cannot realise that his love will cease; it gives body to what he knows is illusion, and, knowing it is nothing else, he loves it better than reality. It makes a man a little more than himself, and at the same time a little less. He ceases to be himself. He is no longer an individual, but a thing, an instrument to some purpose foreign to his ego. Love is never quite devoid of sentimentality, and Strickland was the least inclined to that infirmity of any man I have known. I could not believe that he would ever suffer that possession of himself which love is; he could never endure a foreign yoke. I believed him capable of uprooting from his heart, though it might be with agony, so that he was left battered and ensanguined, anything that came between himself and that uncomprehended craving that urged him constantly to he knew not what. If I have succeeded at all in giving the complicated impression that Strickland made on me, it will not seem outrageous to say that I felt he was at once too great and too small for love.But I suppose that everyone's conception of the passion is formed on his own idiosyncrasies, and it is different with every different person. A man like Strickland would love in a manner peculiar to himself. It was vain to seek the analysis of his emotion. 但是我给自己安设的床铺却很不舒服，整整一夜我也没睡着，只是翻来覆去思索这个不幸的荷兰人对我讲的故事。勃朗什·施特略夫的行为还是容易解释的，我认为她做出那种事来只不过是屈服于肉体的诱惑。她对自己的丈夫从来就没有什么感情，过去我认为她爱施特略夫，实际上只是男人的爱抚和生活的安适在女人身上引起的自然反应。大多数女人都把这种反应当做爱情了。这是一种对任何一个人都可能产生的被动的感情，正象藤蔓可以攀附在随便哪株树上一样。因为这种感情可以叫一个女孩子嫁给任何一个需要她的男人，相信日久天长便会对这个人产生爱情，所以世俗的见解便断定了它的力量。但是说到底，这种感情是什么呢？它只不过是对有保障的生活的满足，对拥有家资的骄傲，对有人需要自己沾沾自喜，和对建立起自己的家庭洋洋得意而已；女人们禀性善良、喜爱虚荣，因此便认为这种感情极富于精神价值。但是在冲动的热情前面，这种感情是毫无防卫能力的。我怀疑勃朗什·施特略夫之所以非常不喜欢思特里克兰德，从一开始便含有性的诱惑因素在内，可是性的问题是极其复杂的，我有什么资格妄图解开这个谜呢？或许施特略夫对她的热情只能刺激起，却未能满足她这一部分天性，她讨厌思特里克兰德是因为她感到他具有满足她这一需求的力量。当她拼命阻拦自己丈夫，不叫他把思特里克兰德带回家来的时候，我认为她还是真诚的；她被这个人吓坏了，尽管她自己也不知道为什么要怕他。我也记得她曾预言过思特里克兰德会带来灾难和不幸。我想，她对思特里克兰德的恐惧是她对自己的恐惧的一种奇怪的移植，因为他叫她迷惑不解，心烦意乱。思特里克兰德生得粗野不驯，眼睛深邃冷漠，嘴型给人以肉欲感，他的身体高大、壮硕，这一些都给人以热情狂放的印象。也许她同我一样，在他身上感到某种邪恶的气质；这种气质使我想到宇宙初辟时的那些半人半兽的生物，那时宇宙万物同大地还保持着原始的联系，尽管是物质，却仿佛仍然具有精神的性质。如果思特里克兰德激发起她的感情来，不是爱就是恨，二者必居其一。当时她对思特里克兰德感到的是恨。接着我又想象，她日夜同病人厮守，一定逐渐产生了一种奇怪的感情。她托着病人的头喂他食物，他的头沉甸甸地倚在她手上；在他吃过东西以后，她揩抹他的富于肉欲的嘴唇和火红的胡子。她给他揩拭四肢，他的手臂和大腿覆盖着一层浓密的汗毛。当她给他擦手的时候，尽管他病得非常虚弱，她也感觉得出它们如何结实有力。他的手指生得长长的，是艺术家那类能干的、善于塑造的手指。我无法知道它们在她心里引起什么样慌乱的思想。他非常宁静地睡在那里，一动也不动，几乎和死人一样，他象是森林里的一头野兽，在一阵猛烈追猎后躺在那里休息；她在好奇地猜测，他正在经历什么奇异的梦境呢？他是不是梦到了一个林泽的女神正在希腊的森林里飞奔，森林之神塞特尔在后面紧追不舍？她拼命地逃跑，双腿如飞，但是塞特尔还是一步一步地离她越来越近，连他吹在她脖子上的热辣辣的呼吸她都感觉出来了。但是她仍然一声不出地向前飞跑，他也一声不出地紧紧追赶；最后，当她被他抓到手里的时候，使她浑身颤抖的是恐惧呢，还是狂喜呢？如饥似渴的欲念毫不留情地把勃朗什·施特略夫抓在手里。也许她仍然恨着思特里克兰德，但是她却渴望得到他，在这以前构成她生活的那一切现在都变得一文不值了。她不再是一个女性了，不再是一个性格复杂的女性——既善良又乖戾，既谨慎又轻率；她成了迈那德①，成了欲念的化身。①希腊神话中酒神的女祭司。但是也许这都是我的臆测；可能她不过对自己的丈夫感到厌倦，只是出于好奇心（并无任何热情在内）才去我的思特里克兰德。可能她对他并没有特殊的感情，她之屈从于思特里克兰德的欲念只是由于两人日夜厮守、由于她厌烦无聊，而一旦同他接近以后，却发现陷入了自己编织的罗网里。在她那平静的前额和冷冷的灰色的眼睛后面隐匿着什么思想和感情，我怎能知道呢？然而，尽管在探讨象人这样无从捉摸的生物时，我们什么也不敢肯定，但对于勃朗什·施特略夫的行为还有一些解释是完全说得通的。另一方面，我对思特里克兰德却一点也不了解。他这次的行为与我平日对他的理解格格不入，我苦苦思索，无论如何也无法解释。他毫无心肝地辜负了朋友对他的信任，为了自己一时兴之所至，给别人带来莫大的痛苦，这都不足为奇，因为这都是他性格的一部分。他既不知感恩，也毫无怜悯心肠。我们大多数人所共有的那些感情在他身上都不存在；如果责备他没有这些感情，就象责备老虎凶暴残忍一样荒谬。我所不能解释的是为什么他突然动了施特略夫的念头。我不能相信思特里克兰德会爱上了勃朗什·施特略夫。我根本不相信这个人会爱上一个人。在爱这种感情中主要成分是温柔，但思特里克兰德却不论对自己或对别人都不懂得温柔。爱情中需要有一种软弱无力的感觉，要有体贴爱护的要求，有帮助别人、取悦别人的热情——如果不是无私，起码是巧妙地遮掩起来的自私；爱情包含着某种程度的腼腆怯懦。而这些性格特点都不是我在思特里克兰德身上所能找到的。爱情要占据一个人莫大的精力，它要一个人离开自己的生活专门去做一个爱人。即使头脑最清晰的人，从道理上他可能知道，在实际中却不会承认爱情有一天会走到尽头。爱情赋予他明知是虚幻的事物以实质形体，他明知道这一切不过是镜花水月，爱它却远远超过喜爱真实。它使一个人比原来的自我更丰富了一些，同时又使他比原来的自我更狭小了一些。他不再是一个人，他成了追求某一个他不了解的目的的一件事物、一个工具。爱情从来免不了多愁善感，而思特里克兰德却是我认识的人中最不易犯这种病症的人。我不相信他在任何时候会害那种爱情的通病——如醉如痴、神魂颠倒；他从来不能忍受外界加给他的任何桎梏。如果有任何事物妨碍了他那无人能理解的热望（这种热望无时或止地刺激着他，叫他奔向一个他自己也不清楚的目标），我相信他会毫不犹疑把它从心头上连根拔去，即使忍受莫大痛苦，弄得遍体鳞伤、鲜血淋漓也在所不惜。如果我写下的我对思特里克兰德的这些复杂印象还算得正确的话，我想下面的断语读者也不会认为悖理：我觉得思特里克兰德这个人既伟大、又渺小，是不会同别人发生爱情的。但是爱情这个概念，归根结底，因人而异；每个人都根据自己的不同癖性有不同的理解。因此，象思特里克兰德这样一个人一定也有他自己的独特的恋爱方式。要想分析他的感情实在是一件徒然的事。

But the bed I made up for myself was sufficiently uncomfortable to give me a wakeful night, and I thought a good deal of what the unlucky Dutchman had told me. I was not so much puzzled by Blanche Stroeve's action, for I saw in that merely the result of a physical appeal. I do not suppose she had ever really cared for her husband, and what I had taken for love was no more than the feminine response to caresses and comfort which in the minds of most women passes for it. It is a passive feeling capable of being roused for any object, as the vine can grow on any tree; and the wisdom of the world recognises its strength when it urges a girl to marry the man who wants her with the assurance that love will follow. It is an emotion made up of the satisfaction in security, pride of property, the pleasure of being desired, the gratification of a household, and it is only by an amiable vanity that women ascribe to it spiritual value. It is an emotion which is defenceless against passion. I suspected that Blanche Stroeve's violent dislike of Strickland had in it from the beginning a vague element of sexual attraction. Who am I that I should seek to unravel the mysterious intricacies of sex? Perhaps Stroeve's passion excited without satisfying that part of her nature, and she hated Strickland because she felt in him the power to give her what she needed. I think she was quite sincere when she struggled against her husband's desire to bring him into the studio; I think she was frightened of him, though she knew not why; and I remembered how she had foreseen disaster. I think in some curious way the horror which she felt for him was a transference of the horror which she felt for herself because he so strangely troubled her. His appearance was wild and uncouth; there was aloofness in his eyes and sensuality in his mouth; he was big and strong; he gave the impression of untamed passion; and perhaps she felt in him, too, that sinister element which had made me think of those wild beings of the world's early history when matter, retaining its early connection with the earth, seemed to possess yet a spirit of its own. If he affected her at all, it was inevitable that she should love or hate him. She hated him.And then I fancy that the daily intimacy with the sick man moved her strangely. She raised his head to give him food, and it was heavy against her hand; when she had fed him she wiped his sensual mouth and his red beard. She washed his limbs; they were covered with thick hair; and when she dried his hands, even in his weakness they were strong and sinewy. His fingers were long; they were the capable, fashioning fingers of the artist; and I know not what troubling thoughts they excited in her. He slept very quietly, without a movement, so that he might have been dead, and he was like some wild creature of the woods, resting after a long chase; and she wondered what fancies passed through his dreams. Did he dream of the nymph flying through the woods of Greece with the satyr in hot pursuit? She fled, swift of foot and desperate, but he gained on her step by step, till she felt his hot breath on her neck; and still she fled silently, and silently he pursued, and when at last he seized her was it terror that thrilled her heart or was it ecstasy?Blanche Stroeve was in the cruel grip of appetite. Perhaps she hated Strickland still, but she hungered for him, and everything that had made up her life till then became of no account. She ceased to be a woman, complex, kind and petulant, considerate and thoughtless; she was a Maenad. She was desire.But perhaps this is very fanciful; and it may be that she was merely bored with her husband and went to Strickland out of a callous curiosity. She may have had no particular feeling for him, but succumbed to his wish from propinquity or idleness, to find then that she was powerless in a snare of her own contriving. How did I know what were the thoughts and emotions behind that placid brow and those cool gray eyes?But if one could be certain of nothing in dealing with creatures so incalculable as human beings, there were explanations of Blanche Stroeve's behaviour which were at all events plausible. On the other hand, I did not understand Strickland at all. I racked my brain, but could in no way account for an action so contrary to my conception of him. It was not strange that he should so heartlessly have betrayed his friends' confidence, nor that he hesitated not at all to gratify a whim at the cost of another's misery. That was in his character. He was a man without any conception of gratitude. He had no compassion. The emotions common to most of us simply did not exist in him, and it was as absurd to blame him for not feeling them as for blaming the tiger because he is fierce and cruel. But it was the whim I could not understand.I could not believe that Strickland had fallen in love with Blanche Stroeve. I did not believe him capable of love. That is an emotion in which tenderness is an essential part, but Strickland had no tenderness either for himself or for others; there is in love a sense of weakness, a desire to protect, an eagerness to do good and to give pleasure -- if not unselfishness, at all events a selfishness which marvellously conceals itself; it has in it a certain diffidence. These were not traits which I could imagine in Strickland. Love is absorbing; it takes the lover out of himself; the most clear-sighted, though he may know, cannot realise that his love will cease; it gives body to what he knows is illusion, and, knowing it is nothing else, he loves it better than reality. It makes a man a little more than himself, and at the same time a little less. He ceases to be himself. He is no longer an individual, but a thing, an instrument to some purpose foreign to his ego. Love is never quite devoid of sentimentality, and Strickland was the least inclined to that infirmity of any man I have known. I could not believe that he would ever suffer that possession of himself which love is; he could never endure a foreign yoke. I believed him capable of uprooting from his heart, though it might be with agony, so that he was left battered and ensanguined, anything that came between himself and that uncomprehended craving that urged him constantly to he knew not what. If I have succeeded at all in giving the complicated impression that Strickland made on me, it will not seem outrageous to say that I felt he was at once too great and too small for love.But I suppose that everyone's conception of the passion is formed on his own idiosyncrasies, and it is different with every different person. A man like Strickland would love in a manner peculiar to himself. It was vain to seek the analysis of his emotion. 但是我给自己安设的床铺却很不舒服，整整一夜我也没睡着，只是翻来覆去思索这个不幸的荷兰人对我讲的故事。勃朗什·施特略夫的行为还是容易解释的，我认为她做出那种事来只不过是屈服于肉体的诱惑。她对自己的丈夫从来就没有什么感情，过去我认为她爱施特略夫，实际上只是男人的爱抚和生活的安适在女人身上引起的自然反应。大多数女人都把这种反应当做爱情了。这是一种对任何一个人都可能产生的被动的感情，正象藤蔓可以攀附在随便哪株树上一样。因为这种感情可以叫一个女孩子嫁给任何一个需要她的男人，相信日久天长便会对这个人产生爱情，所以世俗的见解便断定了它的力量。但是说到底，这种感情是什么呢？它只不过是对有保障的生活的满足，对拥有家资的骄傲，对有人需要自己沾沾自喜，和对建立起自己的家庭洋洋得意而已；女人们禀性善良、喜爱虚荣，因此便认为这种感情极富于精神价值。但是在冲动的热情前面，这种感情是毫无防卫能力的。我怀疑勃朗什·施特略夫之所以非常不喜欢思特里克兰德，从一开始便含有性的诱惑因素在内，可是性的问题是极其复杂的，我有什么资格妄图解开这个谜呢？或许施特略夫对她的热情只能刺激起，却未能满足她这一部分天性，她讨厌思特里克兰德是因为她感到他具有满足她这一需求的力量。当她拼命阻拦自己丈夫，不叫他把思特里克兰德带回家来的时候，我认为她还是真诚的；她被这个人吓坏了，尽管她自己也不知道为什么要怕他。我也记得她曾预言过思特里克兰德会带来灾难和不幸。我想，她对思特里克兰德的恐惧是她对自己的恐惧的一种奇怪的移植，因为他叫她迷惑不解，心烦意乱。思特里克兰德生得粗野不驯，眼睛深邃冷漠，嘴型给人以肉欲感，他的身体高大、壮硕，这一些都给人以热情狂放的印象。也许她同我一样，在他身上感到某种邪恶的气质；这种气质使我想到宇宙初辟时的那些半人半兽的生物，那时宇宙万物同大地还保持着原始的联系，尽管是物质，却仿佛仍然具有精神的性质。如果思特里克兰德激发起她的感情来，不是爱就是恨，二者必居其一。当时她对思特里克兰德感到的是恨。接着我又想象，她日夜同病人厮守，一定逐渐产生了一种奇怪的感情。她托着病人的头喂他食物，他的头沉甸甸地倚在她手上；在他吃过东西以后，她揩抹他的富于肉欲的嘴唇和火红的胡子。她给他揩拭四肢，他的手臂和大腿覆盖着一层浓密的汗毛。当她给他擦手的时候，尽管他病得非常虚弱，她也感觉得出它们如何结实有力。他的手指生得长长的，是艺术家那类能干的、善于塑造的手指。我无法知道它们在她心里引起什么样慌乱的思想。他非常宁静地睡在那里，一动也不动，几乎和死人一样，他象是森林里的一头野兽，在一阵猛烈追猎后躺在那里休息；她在好奇地猜测，他正在经历什么奇异的梦境呢？他是不是梦到了一个林泽的女神正在希腊的森林里飞奔，森林之神塞特尔在后面紧追不舍？她拼命地逃跑，双腿如飞，但是塞特尔还是一步一步地离她越来越近，连他吹在她脖子上的热辣辣的呼吸她都感觉出来了。但是她仍然一声不出地向前飞跑，他也一声不出地紧紧追赶；最后，当她被他抓到手里的时候，使她浑身颤抖的是恐惧呢，还是狂喜呢？如饥似渴的欲念毫不留情地把勃朗什·施特略夫抓在手里。也许她仍然恨着思特里克兰德，但是她却渴望得到他，在这以前构成她生活的那一切现在都变得一文不值了。她不再是一个女性了，不再是一个性格复杂的女性——既善良又乖戾，既谨慎又轻率；她成了迈那德①，成了欲念的化身。①希腊神话中酒神的女祭司。但是也许这都是我的臆测；可能她不过对自己的丈夫感到厌倦，只是出于好奇心（并无任何热情在内）才去我的思特里克兰德。可能她对他并没有特殊的感情，她之屈从于思特里克兰德的欲念只是由于两人日夜厮守、由于她厌烦无聊，而一旦同他接近以后，却发现陷入了自己编织的罗网里。在她那平静的前额和冷冷的灰色的眼睛后面隐匿着什么思想和感情，我怎能知道呢？然而，尽管在探讨象人这样无从捉摸的生物时，我们什么也不敢肯定，但对于勃朗什·施特略夫的行为还有一些解释是完全说得通的。另一方面，我对思特里克兰德却一点也不了解。他这次的行为与我平日对他的理解格格不入，我苦苦思索，无论如何也无法解释。他毫无心肝地辜负了朋友对他的信任，为了自己一时兴之所至，给别人带来莫大的痛苦，这都不足为奇，因为这都是他性格的一部分。他既不知感恩，也毫无怜悯心肠。我们大多数人所共有的那些感情在他身上都不存在；如果责备他没有这些感情，就象责备老虎凶暴残忍一样荒谬。我所不能解释的是为什么他突然动了施特略夫的念头。我不能相信思特里克兰德会爱上了勃朗什·施特略夫。我根本不相信这个人会爱上一个人。在爱这种感情中主要成分是温柔，但思特里克兰德却不论对自己或对别人都不懂得温柔。爱情中需要有一种软弱无力的感觉，要有体贴爱护的要求，有帮助别人、取悦别人的热情——如果不是无私，起码是巧妙地遮掩起来的自私；爱情包含着某种程度的腼腆怯懦。而这些性格特点都不是我在思特里克兰德身上所能找到的。爱情要占据一个人莫大的精力，它要一个人离开自己的生活专门去做一个爱人。即使头脑最清晰的人，从道理上他可能知道，在实际中却不会承认爱情有一天会走到尽头。爱情赋予他明知是虚幻的事物以实质形体，他明知道这一切不过是镜花水月，爱它却远远超过喜爱真实。它使一个人比原来的自我更丰富了一些，同时又使他比原来的自我更狭小了一些。他不再是一个人，他成了追求某一个他不了解的目的的一件事物、一个工具。爱情从来免不了多愁善感，而思特里克兰德却是我认识的人中最不易犯这种病症的人。我不相信他在任何时候会害那种爱情的通病——如醉如痴、神魂颠倒；他从来不能忍受外界加给他的任何桎梏。如果有任何事物妨碍了他那无人能理解的热望（这种热望无时或止地刺激着他，叫他奔向一个他自己也不清楚的目标），我相信他会毫不犹疑把它从心头上连根拔去，即使忍受莫大痛苦，弄得遍体鳞伤、鲜血淋漓也在所不惜。如果我写下的我对思特里克兰德的这些复杂印象还算得正确的话，我想下面的断语读者也不会认为悖理：我觉得思特里克兰德这个人既伟大、又渺小，是不会同别人发生爱情的。但是爱情这个概念，归根结底，因人而异；每个人都根据自己的不同癖性有不同的理解。因此，象思特里克兰德这样一个人一定也有他自己的独特的恋爱方式。要想分析他的感情实在是一件徒然的事。

As Freya and Rhett try to process their realization of the facility's hidden purpose, Sampson and Jack search out their own horrific discoveries below. Amidst the swift and deadly security response to the Maenad infiltration, faith and sanity are tested by the stark evil taken root on this lonely platform. Music Credits: txtVapor - Cyber Heaven Three Chain Links - Magic Hour Heliline Kelluke - The Darkness Bonds Between the Corners Jehf Jones - Hot Beef Rainbows Blue Crystal Star - Momentum Kevin MacLeod - Ghostpocalypse 1 Departure ErikMMusic - Empty Reflections ErikMMusic - Empty Reflections (Slow Version) Myuu - Forgotten Factory ROZKOL - Called Your Bluff Three Chain Links - Interface Muciojad - N O S E D I V E THE WARHORSE - Call the Ponies Opening and Closing Themes by Nathan Kross and Rob Stith Director's Note: The ORPHEUS Protocol is supported by our generous backers on Patreon:  Visit http://www.patreon.com/orpheusprotocol for details. If you enjoy The ORPHEUS Protocol, please consider dropping us a review on iTunes. This is the best way for us to reach a broader audience. The ORPHEUS Protocol attempts to release every Monday, and is almost always successful.

The Maenad agents and Jack must infiltrate the Asherah vessel under the cover of darkness to set their explosives and destroy the cartel's supply of eldritch-charged ash. However, the approach proves difficult and lethally dangerous. On board, things only become worse as the cremated dead make their presence known, and a weapon finds its ideal target... Music Credits: Darren Curtis - Bleak Horizion Three Chain Links - Magic Hour Kai Engel - Paranoia Muciojad - N O S E D I V E Xenojam - Angst Three Chain Links - Shadows Fragrance99 - Grisly Reminder Kai Engel - Mercy Project Divinity - In Mist Shrouded Sergey Cheremisinov - Fog Naoya Sakamata - Vermilion Pt. 2 - Dark Piano Version - Slipknot Cover Sublustris Nox - Nyctophobia Opening and Closing Themes by Nathan Kross and Rob Stith Director's Note: The ORPHEUS Protocol is supported by our generous backers on Patreon:  Visit http://www.patreon.com/orpheusprotocol for details. If you enjoy The ORPHEUS Protocol, please consider dropping us a review on iTunes. This is the best way for us to reach a broader audience. The ORPHEUS Protocol releases every Monday.

In this episode of the Strange Horizons podcast, editor Ciro Faienza presents "The Maenad to Her Artist Friend," by Amal El-Mohtar, as read by Ciro Faienza, with commentary by Strange Horizons editor emeritus Sonya Taaffe. You can read the full text of the poem and learn more about Amal here.

With her life now saved by Freya and Rhett's decisive aid, Atalanta outlines a plan to use an experimental psychic technique to locate a significant person who she was unable to secure in the aftermath of ORPHEUS's decimation. As the time for her next task approaches, Atalanta also focuses her attention on helping prepare Rhett and Freya for their mission to retrieve a trove of data, a cache of weapons, and to locate people with sympathies to the Maenad cause And this mission, it seems, will take our Agents far from home. Music Credits: Alexander Nakarada - Foam Rubber Three Chain Links - Magic Hour Alexander Nakarada - Freedom Kai Engel - A Neon Flesh Zero-project - The call of the desert Somewhere off Jazz Street - And Now We Must Move On Kai Engel - Streets as Friends Myuu - To Zanarkand (Final Fantasy X Cover) DOS-88 - City Lights Josh Woodward - Bloom (Instrumental Version) Kevin Macleod - Deadly Roulette Robocorpse - End of Freedom Opening and Closing Themes by Nathan Kross and Rob Stith Director's Note: The ORPHEUS Protocol is supported by our generous backers on Patreon:  Visit http://www.patreon.com/orpheusprotocol for details. If you enjoy The ORPHEUS Protocol, please consider dropping us a review on iTunes. This is the best way for us to reach a broader audience. The ORPHEUS Protocol releases every Monday.

Final Fantasy IV: The After Years By Kaleb Schweiss Development History:       Final Fantasy IV: The After Years was initially announced prior to the release of the DS Remake of Final Fantasy IV. Takashi Tokida, the game's executive producer, discussed there being talk of creating an after story, and a discussion began about working on mobile titles. Tokida may seem to be jumping in and changing things, but he had become quite attached to the characters, due to being a scenario writer for Final Fantasy IV. They decided that releasing the game in a mobile format would be beneficial, so it would allow players to play after completing the DS remake. This would effectively give you time to refresh your knowledge of FFIV before moving on to the After Years. The decision to have an episodic release came from a desire to have players anticipate the new chapters in the same way manga readers do. The Japanese mobile phones got the game on February 18th, 2008. The Prologue section Return of the Moon and Ceodore’s Tale were the initial releases, and the succeeding chapters came out in one month intervals. Just before the Lunarians Tale was released, Square Enix announced that the game had reached one million downloads, not including the free prologue chapter. As of March 2009, it has exceeded three million paid downloads. The game has a generally positive rate of review, with IGN giving it an 8/10.   Storyline:       The game takes place after the moon leaves the Blue Planets orbit. Peace ensues in the kingdoms, Mist is rebuilt. Civility reigns. Seventeen years later, the unimaginable happens. A second moon appears. FOR THE SECOND TIME!! We are then introduced to the product of Cecil’s powerful loins; Ceodore. Yes. His FUCKING GAME IS CEODORE!!! He is being initiated into the Red Wings, Baron’s famous air force fleet. He is introduced as a character who fears he’ll never step out of the shadow of his famous parents. He later finds out that he has what it takes, yada yada yada. We then head back to Baron, where we see Cecil, Rosa, and Cid fighting the endless onslaught of enemies, who seemingly appeared out of nowhere. We are then introduced to the Mysterious Girl. Cecil sees the imminent threat, and has Cid relocate with Rosa while he confronts this little bitch. The woman summons the legendary beast of ruin, Bahamut, and rips Cecil about a hundred new assholes. While these events take place, the airship carrying Ceodore is attacked. Everyone but Ceodore is killed, and he begins his journey home. While on the way, he gets ambushed by monsters, and is rescued by the Hooded Man. They head towards Mysidia, and we intercut to Mt. Ordeals, where Kain is heading towards Baron with a raging boner for Cecil’s sweet ass. On the way, Kain teams up with the aforementioned Mysterious Girl to steal the crystals. He also kidnaps Rosa, stating that he plans to kill Cecil and take Rosa for his own.  Ceodore, the Hooded man, and everyone’s “favorite” Spoony Bard Edward, intercept Kain in front of Cecil’s throneroom. This is when the Hooded Man finally reveals himself as the real Kain. The Kain we had been seeing up to this point was in fact a manifestation of his dark half. Kain fights his dark half, much like Cecil did seventeen years prior, and wins. He then becomes a Holy Dragoon.       We then get some of that sweet, sweet Rydia. She, Luca, and Edge are on an airship in the underworld. Suddenly, or not so much if you played the Lunarians Tale, the Man in Black appears and takes over the airship, taking it towards Baron. Upon approach, the party sees meteors falling from the second moon. They get to Baron, and find it sealed by magic. They then travel the world looking for their lost friends. This part of the game really reminded me of the Planet of Ruin in Final Fantasy VI. You eventually run into Rydia, and proceed to hunt down each of her missing Eidolons. Once the control of the summons via the Mysterious Girl are broken, the party is finally able to enter Baron. Once the party frees Cecil from the Mysterious Girl,  the Man in Black reveals himself as Golbez. Cecil, while freed from the girl's grasp, is a little off. The party realizes that the second moon is going to crash into their planet, reducing everything to a molten ball of pain, and try to come up with ways to stop it. Enter the Lunar Whale! Baawwwwooooooaaapppp!!!! The party takes the Lunar Whale to, you guessed it, the new moon. You descend the hours long dungeons, fighting your way through enemies from the original Final Fantasy IV, and then throws us a curveball. We fight bosses from Final Fantasy I through VI!! WTF!!!!!!! You eventually encounter Cecil’s evil side, fight it, and Cecil returns to the light.     Once you reach floor 1,000,000,000,000,000 of the dungeon, the party comes across a really freaky, FFIX esque room filled with multiple models of the Mysterious Girl being infused with what I can only assume is either Mako, or Mt. Dew. The Mysterious Girl comes from a race called the Maenads. They were each brought to be by the Creator, and their mission was to retrieve the crystals. The party descends deeper to discover this creator. He reveals that he comes from a race that died out due to failure to evolve, and he decided that he universe shouldn’t be overrun by inferior species. So, he did the only thing a logical Final Fantasy end boss could do. Create an intricate system of data gathering cameras in the form of crystals, and sent them around the universe to monitor life on the planets. He used these crystals to determine if the planet is evolving to its true potential. If it’s not up to par, he will destroy it. The Blue Planet did not reach the bar, as determined by James Cameron, and thus will be destroyed. Once this is revealed, he crushes the party. They are revived by the power of the crystals, and begin to wail on the Creators back door. Once they penetrate his pucker, we fight him. The moob form is fairly simple to destroy, but the ultimate form is another thing entirely. The party uses a crystal on him, and ultimately kills him, and flee the moon, rescuing the Maenad who explained their race to the party earlier. As the creator dies, he thanks the party for defeating him, and shows remorse for his actions. As he should, since the inhabitants of an inferior planet tore him to pieces. The party returns to their homes, Rydia adopts Maenad and names her Cuore, Edge’s ninjas continue to spy on everything, Cecil has Ceodore serve in the Red Wings under Kain, and also orders Baron’s airships disarmed and used to help rebuild the other kingdoms.   REMIXES: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JGMku7bGwB4 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pOnJgWO8MBY https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cQ8QiTd2Baw https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G2SMrZjz28w https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xaLB5xHIjSs https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6AE0IJY5ZOI https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dhu0POCLfS0

Final Fantasy IV: The After Years By Kaleb Schweiss Development History:       Final Fantasy IV: The After Years was initially announced prior to the release of the DS Remake of Final Fantasy IV. Takashi Tokida, the game's executive producer, discussed there being talk of creating an after story, and a discussion began about working on mobile titles. Tokida may seem to be jumping in and changing things, but he had become quite attached to the characters, due to being a scenario writer for Final Fantasy IV. They decided that releasing the game in a mobile format would be beneficial, so it would allow players to play after completing the DS remake. This would effectively give you time to refresh your knowledge of FFIV before moving on to the After Years. The decision to have an episodic release came from a desire to have players anticipate the new chapters in the same way manga readers do. The Japanese mobile phones got the game on February 18th, 2008. The Prologue section Return of the Moon and Ceodore’s Tale were the initial releases, and the succeeding chapters came out in one month intervals. Just before the Lunarians Tale was released, Square Enix announced that the game had reached one million downloads, not including the free prologue chapter. As of March 2009, it has exceeded three million paid downloads. The game has a generally positive rate of review, with IGN giving it an 8/10.   Storyline:       The game takes place after the moon leaves the Blue Planets orbit. Peace ensues in the kingdoms, Mist is rebuilt. Civility reigns. Seventeen years later, the unimaginable happens. A second moon appears. FOR THE SECOND TIME!! We are then introduced to the product of Cecil’s powerful loins; Ceodore. Yes. His FUCKING GAME IS CEODORE!!! He is being initiated into the Red Wings, Baron’s famous air force fleet. He is introduced as a character who fears he’ll never step out of the shadow of his famous parents. He later finds out that he has what it takes, yada yada yada. We then head back to Baron, where we see Cecil, Rosa, and Cid fighting the endless onslaught of enemies, who seemingly appeared out of nowhere. We are then introduced to the Mysterious Girl. Cecil sees the imminent threat, and has Cid relocate with Rosa while he confronts this little bitch. The woman summons the legendary beast of ruin, Bahamut, and rips Cecil about a hundred new assholes. While these events take place, the airship carrying Ceodore is attacked. Everyone but Ceodore is killed, and he begins his journey home. While on the way, he gets ambushed by monsters, and is rescued by the Hooded Man. They head towards Mysidia, and we intercut to Mt. Ordeals, where Kain is heading towards Baron with a raging boner for Cecil’s sweet ass. On the way, Kain teams up with the aforementioned Mysterious Girl to steal the crystals. He also kidnaps Rosa, stating that he plans to kill Cecil and take Rosa for his own.  Ceodore, the Hooded man, and everyone’s “favorite” Spoony Bard Edward, intercept Kain in front of Cecil’s throneroom. This is when the Hooded Man finally reveals himself as the real Kain. The Kain we had been seeing up to this point was in fact a manifestation of his dark half. Kain fights his dark half, much like Cecil did seventeen years prior, and wins. He then becomes a Holy Dragoon.       We then get some of that sweet, sweet Rydia. She, Luca, and Edge are on an airship in the underworld. Suddenly, or not so much if you played the Lunarians Tale, the Man in Black appears and takes over the airship, taking it towards Baron. Upon approach, the party sees meteors falling from the second moon. They get to Baron, and find it sealed by magic. They then travel the world looking for their lost friends. This part of the game really reminded me of the Planet of Ruin in Final Fantasy VI. You eventually run into Rydia, and proceed to hunt down each of her missing Eidolons. Once the control of the summons via the Mysterious Girl are broken, the party is finally able to enter Baron. Once the party frees Cecil from the Mysterious Girl,  the Man in Black reveals himself as Golbez. Cecil, while freed from the girl's grasp, is a little off. The party realizes that the second moon is going to crash into their planet, reducing everything to a molten ball of pain, and try to come up with ways to stop it. Enter the Lunar Whale! Baawwwwooooooaaapppp!!!! The party takes the Lunar Whale to, you guessed it, the new moon. You descend the hours long dungeons, fighting your way through enemies from the original Final Fantasy IV, and then throws us a curveball. We fight bosses from Final Fantasy I through VI!! WTF!!!!!!! You eventually encounter Cecil’s evil side, fight it, and Cecil returns to the light.     Once you reach floor 1,000,000,000,000,000 of the dungeon, the party comes across a really freaky, FFIX esque room filled with multiple models of the Mysterious Girl being infused with what I can only assume is either Mako, or Mt. Dew. The Mysterious Girl comes from a race called the Maenads. They were each brought to be by the Creator, and their mission was to retrieve the crystals. The party descends deeper to discover this creator. He reveals that he comes from a race that died out due to failure to evolve, and he decided that he universe shouldn’t be overrun by inferior species. So, he did the only thing a logical Final Fantasy end boss could do. Create an intricate system of data gathering cameras in the form of crystals, and sent them around the universe to monitor life on the planets. He used these crystals to determine if the planet is evolving to its true potential. If it’s not up to par, he will destroy it. The Blue Planet did not reach the bar, as determined by James Cameron, and thus will be destroyed. Once this is revealed, he crushes the party. They are revived by the power of the crystals, and begin to wail on the Creators back door. Once they penetrate his pucker, we fight him. The moob form is fairly simple to destroy, but the ultimate form is another thing entirely. The party uses a crystal on him, and ultimately kills him, and flee the moon, rescuing the Maenad who explained their race to the party earlier. As the creator dies, he thanks the party for defeating him, and shows remorse for his actions. As he should, since the inhabitants of an inferior planet tore him to pieces. The party returns to their homes, Rydia adopts Maenad and names her Cuore, Edge’s ninjas continue to spy on everything, Cecil has Ceodore serve in the Red Wings under Kain, and also orders Baron’s airships disarmed and used to help rebuild the other kingdoms.   REMIXES: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JGMku7bGwB4 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pOnJgWO8MBY https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cQ8QiTd2Baw https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G2SMrZjz28w https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xaLB5xHIjSs https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6AE0IJY5ZOI https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dhu0POCLfS0

My personal challenge with this was to make a mix that I REALLY liked, only take a few hours from start to finish, that did not mess with family time in any way, and didn't cause me to go to bed at a time that only allowed me about 4 hours of sleep before I had to get up for work. Whew! I'm pretty sure that I accomplished that task. I wanted to make a mix that was very dark, but when I started getting the tunes, it made me wonder how anyone could make it through something so heavy and ominous. So I changed my plan to put alternate between the dark and light (thus the title). Nothing says dark ambient music like Steve Roach (had to put in two of his tunes). It was a good chance to use some of his stuff. Maybe should have gone with some Robert Rich, but he was on the last mix. There are always future mixes. I have some more Maenad stuff, and it came down to that or something from Nurse With Wound. Another time, another mix. Enjoy this mix!turn on, tune in, sleep...ambient-transmission.blogspot.comwww.facebook.com/tonepoetmusic