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Musik unserer Zeit
Konzert: BCC - Basel Composition Competition 2025

Musik unserer Zeit

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 23, 2025 60:00


Anfang Februar ging das Finalkonzert der 5. Basel Composition Competition mit anschliessender Preisverleihung über die Bühne. Gewonnen haben Qianchen Lu (*2000) mit «Nine Odes to The Night» (1. Preis, 60.000.-), Erqing Wang (*1998) mit «The Gaze of Mnemosyne» (2. Preis, 25.000.-) Ramón Humet (*1968) mit «Bird in Space» (3. Preis, 10.000.-) und noch einmal Qianchen Lu (Publikumspreis, 5.000.-). Wir senden die 3 ausgezeichneten Werke. Erqing Wang (*1998, China) - The Gaze of Mnemosyne (2. Preis) Basel Sinfonietta Pablo Rus Broseta, Leitung Qianchen Lu (*2000, China) - Nine Odes to The Night (1. Preis) Kammerorchester Basel Tito Ceccherini, Leitung Ramón Humet (*1968, Spanien) - Bird in Space (3. Preis) Sinfonieorchester Basel Roland Kluttig, Leitung Konzert vom 2. Februar 2025, Don Bosco, Basel Das Konzert steht unbegrenzt zum Nachhören zur Verfügung.

Podcast Libre à vous !

Les références : La page Wikipédia de Mnémosyne La page WIkipedia en anglais plus complète La traduction d'Émile Chambry du Critias de PlatonVous pouvez mettre un commentaire pour l'épisode. Et même mettre une note sur 5 étoiles si vous le souhaitez. Et même mettre une note sur 5 étoiles si vous le souhaitez. Il est important pour nous d'avoir vos retours car, contrairement par exemple à une conférence, nous n'avons pas un public en face de nous qui peut réagir. Pour mettre un commentaire ou une note, rendez-vous sur la page dédiée à l'épisode.Aidez-nous à mieux vous connaître et améliorer l'émission en répondant à notre questionnaire (en cinq minutes). Vos réponses à ce questionnaire sont très précieuses pour nous. De votre côté, ce questionnaire est une occasion de nous faire des retours. Pour connaître les nouvelles concernant l'émission (annonce des podcasts, des émissions à venir, ainsi que des bonus et des annonces en avant-première) inscrivez-vous à la lettre d'actus.

Podcast Libre à vous !
#241 - Au café libre - Les trucs incroyables qui nous concernent toutes et tous - Mnemosyne

Podcast Libre à vous !

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 1, 2025 89:59


Au programme de la 241e émission diffusée mardi 1er avril 2025 à 15 h 30 : sujet principal : Au café libre (actualités chaudes, ton relax) , débat autour de l'actualité du logiciel libre et des libertés informatiques, avec Bookynette, Gee et Étienne Gonnu la chronique Le truc que (presque) personne n'a vraiment compris mais qui nous concerne toutes et tous de Benjamin Bellamy sur « Les trucs incroyables qui nous concernent toutes et tous » la chronique Lectures buissonnières de Vincent Calame sur « Mnemosyne » quoi de Libre ? Actualités et annonces concernant l'April et le monde du Libre Pour retrouver toutes les informations concernant l'épisode, rendez-vous sur la page dédiée.Sur cette page, vous pouvez mettre un commentaire pour l'épisode. Et même mettre une note sur 5 étoiles si vous le souhaitez. Il est important pour nous d'avoir vos retours car, contrairement par exemple à une conférence, nous n'avons pas un public en face de nous qui peut réagir.Aidez-nous à mieux vous connaître et améliorer l'émission en répondant à notre questionnaire (en cinq minutes). Vos réponses à ce questionnaire sont très précieuses pour nous. De votre côté, ce questionnaire est une occasion de nous faire des retours. Pour connaître les nouvelles concernant l'émission (annonce des podcasts, des émissions à venir, ainsi que des bonus et des annonces en avant-première) inscrivez-vous à la lettre d'actus.

The Slowdown
1317: Grinning in Sardinia by Tomás Q. Morín

The Slowdown

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 21, 2025 6:02


Today's poem is Grinning in Sardinia by Tomás Q. Morín. The Slowdown is your daily poetry ritual. In this episode, Major writes… “Writing is mining. That's what I tell students or anyone that aspires to give expression to their lives. It's probably why the Greek goddess of memory, Mnemosyne, is credited with inventing language. So much of writing is digging into the past, is going in further to find words that shape our understanding of the irrational before we lose hold.” Celebrate the power of poems with a gift to The Slowdown today. Every donation makes a difference: https://tinyurl.com/rjm4synp

The Primal Happiness Show
The power of lucid dreaming: Insight, transformation and cosmic perspective - Sarah Janes

The Primal Happiness Show

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 21, 2024 64:57


This week's show is with Sarah Janes. Author, researcher, curator, retreat/workshop facilitator and public speaker, Sarah Janes specialises in the ancient history and culture of dreaming and has been an enthusiastic lucid dreamer since childhood. Sarah is passionate about the potential of dreaming for physical, emotional, creative and spiritual upliftment, not just for individuals, but for culture and society. Sarah is co-director and curator of Dream Palace Athens, a symposium and deep-dreaming residency project in Greece. She is also the host of popular online lecture series Explorers Egyptology. Sarah has collaborated with Rupert Sheldrake and the British Pilgrimage Trust to reinvigorate the practice of dream incubation at sacred sites around the UK. Currently leading retreats to the ancient dream incubation sanctuaries of the Mediterranean, Sarah is now based between Hastings in England and Archaia Epidavros in the Peloponnese. Sarah's book: Initiation into Dream Mysteries: Drinking from the Pool of Mnemosyne explores the history and culture of dreaming in the Western Esoteric Tradition and is available from all book sellers and on Audible. In this show, Sarah and Lian delve into the profound world of dreams and lucid dreaming, exploring how these altered states of consciousness shape our understanding of reality. They discuss Sarah's lifelong passion for dreaming, the philosophical implications of lucidity, and the potential for personal growth and transformation within the dream realm. They explore the connection between lucid dreaming and hypnagogic states, highlight the transformative nature of these experiences, and share practical techniques for achieving lucidity. Together, they reflect on the role of ancient wisdom in dream practices, consider the cosmic perspective lucid dreaming provides, and emphasise the significance of memory and intention in shaping our dream experiences. We'd love to know what YOU think about this week's show. Let's carry on the conversation… please leave a comment wherever you are listening or in any of our other spaces to engage. What you'll learn from this episode: Dreams offer a unique intersection of sleep and wakefulness, providing a space for insight and creativity that taps into our deepest desires and fears. Through lucid dreaming, we can actively engage with these elements for self discovery. Hypnagogic states, those transitional moments between wakefulness and sleep, can be used as a pathway into lucid dreaming, allowing us to consciously enter the dream realm. In this state, we are connected to ancient cultural practices that viewed dreams as essential tools for decision-making and self-understanding. Lucid dreaming is not simply a binary experience but can manifest in varying degrees of awareness - lucidity is a spectrum. By setting intentions, practicing memory recall, and recording dreams, we can deepen our understanding and appreciation of the dream world as a transformative and healing space. Resources and stuff spoken about: Visit Sarah's website Sarah's book: Initiation into Dream Mysteries: Drinking from the Pool of Mnemosyne Join UNIO, the Academy of Sacred Union. This is for the old souls in this new world… Discover your kin & unite with your soul's calling to truly live your myth. Be Mythical Join our mailing list for soul stirring goodness: https://www.bemythical.com/moonly Discover your kin & unite with your soul's calling to truly live your myth: https://www.bemythical.com/unio Go Deeper: https://www.bemythical.com/godeeper Follow us: Facebook Instagram TikTok YouTube Thank you for listening!  

Instant Trivia
Episode 1229 - Raleigh - The 3 - Double "z" - Another shot at the title - Remember the titans

Instant Trivia

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 22, 2024 7:06


Welcome to the Instant Trivia podcast episode 1229, where we ask the best trivia on the Internet. Round 1. Category: Raleigh 1: In 1603 Sir Walter Raleigh was tried and convicted of this for plotting to dethrone the king. treason. 2: Raleigh introduced this tuber into Ireland; seemed like a good idea at the time. the potato. 3: In 1569 Raleigh fought in France on the side of these French Protestants. the Huguenots. 4: A poet himself, Raleigh encouraged this man to publish "The Faerie Queene". Edmund Spenser. 5: In 1600 Raleigh was appointed governor of Jersey, part of this island group. the Channel Islands. Round 2. Category: The 3 1: The 3 Shakespeare plays whose titles are the names of famous couples. Romeo and Juliet, Troilus and Cressida and Antony and Cleopatra. 2: The 3 West Coast states between Canada and Mexico. California, Oregon and Washington. 3: The 3 U.S. manned capsule space flight programs before the Space Shuttle took over. Gemini, Mercury and Apollo. 4: The 3 people to play Batman in live-action films of the 1990s. Michael Keaton, Val Kilmer and George Clooney. 5: The 3 countries whose names in English begin with "J". Jamaica, Japan and Jordan. Round 3. Category: Double Z. With Z in quotes 1: In 2005 one of these people crashed his car into Lindsay Lohan's. the paparazzi. 2: This 2-word phrase for a large vehicle with poor fuel economy became popular in the 1970s. gas guzzler. 3: Meteorologically speaking, it's a very light rain in which the droplets are less than 1/50" in diameter. a drizzle. 4: This adjective refers to tightly kinked hair. frizzy. 5: It means "snout", or a device used to cover a snout to prevent biting. a muzzle. Round 4. Category: Another Shot At The Title 1: Serena Williams beat Angelique Kerber for the 2016 Ladies' Singles title at this event, but Angelique got her revenge in 2018. Wimbledon. 2: After losing to the Warriors in the 2015 NBA Finals, in 2016 LeBron and co. beat them to bring this city its first NBA title. Cleveland. 3: After 5 previous World Series losses to these crosstown rivals, in 1955 the Brooklyn Dodgers finally beat them for the title. the New York Yankees. 4: Stripped of his heavyweight title in 1967, Muhammad Ali won it back with a KO of this champ in 1974's Rumble in the Jungle. George Foreman. 5: After losing to Toronto in 1918, this team won its first NHL title the next year and has now won more than any other team. the Montreal Canadiens. Round 5. Category: Remember The Titans 1: Aeschylus wrote of this "bound" Titan who was a hero to humankind. Prometheus. 2: Mnemosyne, the Titan goddess of memory, was also the mother of these inspirational goddesses. the Muses. 3: Goddess of the Earth, was was the mother of the Titans. Gaia. 4: The youngest of the Titans, he found time to father the Olympians. Kronos. 5: A South American birdie told me this Titan was Zeus' mother and mother-in-law. Rhea. Thanks for listening! Come back tomorrow for more exciting trivia!Special thanks to https://blog.feedspot.com/trivia_podcasts/ AI Voices used

Troubled Minds Radio
Expanding the Veil - Oceans of Dark Matter Radio Waves

Troubled Minds Radio

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 10, 2024 176:18


Could cosmic radio waves really carry the memories of the universe, and is consciousness truly a fundamental property of all matter? Could the upper atmosphere be a hidden archive of galactic knowledge, waiting to be decoded? These ideas challenge our understanding of reality itself, but are they possible, or just the stuff of dreams?If you are having a mental health crisis and need immediate help please go to https://troubledminds.org/help/ and call somebody right now. Reaching out for support is a sign of strength.LIVE ON Digital Radio! http://bit.ly/3m2Wxom or http://bit.ly/40KBtlWhttp://www.troubledminds.org Support The Show!https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/troubled-minds-radio--4953916/supporthttps://ko-fi.com/troubledmindshttps://rokfin.com/creator/troubledmindshttps://patreon.com/troubledmindshttps://www.buymeacoffee.com/troubledmindshttps://troubledfans.comFriends of Troubled Minds! - https://troubledminds.org/friendsShow Schedule Sun-Mon-Tues-Wed-Thurs 7-10pstiTunes - https://apple.co/2zZ4hx6Spotify - https://spoti.fi/2UgyzqMTuneIn - https://bit.ly/2FZOErSTwitter - https://bit.ly/2CYB71U----------------------------------------https://troubledminds.org/expanding-the-veil-oceans-of-dark-matter-radio-waves/https://www.livescience.com/physics-mathematics/dark-matter/earths-upper-atmosphere-could-hold-a-missing-piece-of-the-universe-new-study-hintshttps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Axionhttps://www.learnreligions.com/akashic-records-4783264https://artsofthought.com/2020/05/30/carl-jung-synchronicity/https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/basics/synchronicityhttps://metapathways.com/blog/aligning-with-your-higher-self/https://iep.utm.edu/animism/https://aeon.co/ideas/panpsychism-is-crazy-but-its-also-most-probably-truehttps://www.scientificamerican.com/article/is-consciousness-part-of-the-fabric-of-the-universe1/https://www.livescience.com/38561-channeling.htmlhttps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mediumshiphttps://newatlas.com/technology/night-vision-thin-light-lens/https://www.psfc.mit.edu/vision/what_is_plasmahttps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mnemosyne

A Cadmean Victory
Mnemosyne’s Mnemon 38: A Strange Gift

A Cadmean Victory

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 8, 2024 19:08


Welcome to A Taste of Ismenian Water, written by M J Bradley and read by Sam Gabriel! This story is serialized in the form of multiple fics with different names, recorded and presented in order on this feed. The text can be found on ffnet and the author's website, http://alltheblankcanvas.com. My website can be found […]

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Mnemosyne’s Mnemon 39: I Scry With My Little Eye

A Cadmean Victory

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 8, 2024 23:39


Welcome to A Taste of Ismenian Water, written by M J Bradley and read by Sam Gabriel! This story is serialized in the form of multiple fics with different names, recorded and presented in order on this feed. The text can be found on ffnet and the author's website, http://alltheblankcanvas.com. My website can be found […]

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Mnemosyne’s Mnemon 40: The Cat’s Out of the Bag

A Cadmean Victory

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 8, 2024 30:49


Welcome to A Taste of Ismenian Water, written by M J Bradley and read by Sam Gabriel! This story is serialized in the form of multiple fics with different names, recorded and presented in order on this feed. The text can be found on ffnet and the author's website, http://alltheblankcanvas.com. My website can be found […]

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A Cadmean Victory
Mnemosyne’s Mnemon 07: A Little Treachery

A Cadmean Victory

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 6, 2024 14:57


Welcome to A Taste of Ismenian Water, written by M J Bradley and read by Sam Gabriel! This story is serialized in the form of multiple fics with different names, recorded and presented in order on this feed. The text can be found on ffnet and the author's website, http://alltheblankcanvas.com. My website can be found […]

A Cadmean Victory
Mnemosyne’s Mnemon 12: The Shadow Hand

A Cadmean Victory

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 6, 2024 17:25


Welcome to A Taste of Ismenian Water, written by M J Bradley and read by Sam Gabriel! This story is serialized in the form of multiple fics with different names, recorded and presented in order on this feed. The text can be found on ffnet and the author's website, http://alltheblankcanvas.com. My website can be found […]

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Mnemosyne’s Mnemon 11: Violette

A Cadmean Victory

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 6, 2024 17:33


Welcome to A Taste of Ismenian Water, written by M J Bradley and read by Sam Gabriel! This story is serialized in the form of multiple fics with different names, recorded and presented in order on this feed. The text can be found on ffnet and the author's website, http://alltheblankcanvas.com. My website can be found […]

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Mnemosyne’s Mnemon 10: Until Death Do us Part

A Cadmean Victory

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 6, 2024 20:26


Welcome to A Taste of Ismenian Water, written by M J Bradley and read by Sam Gabriel! This story is serialized in the form of multiple fics with different names, recorded and presented in order on this feed. The text can be found on ffnet and the author's website, http://alltheblankcanvas.com. My website can be found […]

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Mnemosyne’s Mnemon 09: The Opal Pendant

A Cadmean Victory

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 6, 2024 23:55


Welcome to A Taste of Ismenian Water, written by M J Bradley and read by Sam Gabriel! This story is serialized in the form of multiple fics with different names, recorded and presented in order on this feed. The text can be found on ffnet and the author's website, http://alltheblankcanvas.com. My website can be found […]

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Mnemosyne’s Mnemon 08: A Green-Eyed Girl

A Cadmean Victory

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 6, 2024 13:45


Welcome to A Taste of Ismenian Water, written by M J Bradley and read by Sam Gabriel! This story is serialized in the form of multiple fics with different names, recorded and presented in order on this feed. The text can be found on ffnet and the author's website, http://alltheblankcanvas.com. My website can be found […]

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Mnemosyne’s Mnemon 02: A Piece of Me

A Cadmean Victory

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 6, 2024 17:45


Welcome to A Taste of Ismenian Water, written by M J Bradley and read by Sam Gabriel! This story is serialized in the form of multiple fics with different names, recorded and presented in order on this feed. The text can be found on ffnet and the author's website, http://alltheblankcanvas.com. My website can be found […]

A Cadmean Victory
Mnemosyne’s Mnemon 06: The Last Enemy

A Cadmean Victory

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 6, 2024 14:57


Welcome to A Taste of Ismenian Water, written by M J Bradley and read by Sam Gabriel! This story is serialized in the form of multiple fics with different names, recorded and presented in order on this feed. The text can be found on ffnet and the author's website, http://alltheblankcanvas.com. My website can be found […]

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Mnemosyne’s Mnemon 05: Sicilian Surprise

A Cadmean Victory

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 6, 2024 13:40


Welcome to A Taste of Ismenian Water, written by M J Bradley and read by Sam Gabriel! This story is serialized in the form of multiple fics with different names, recorded and presented in order on this feed. The text can be found on ffnet and the author's website, http://alltheblankcanvas.com. My website can be found […]

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Mnemosyne’s Mnemon 04: Apples, Cherries, and Lemons

A Cadmean Victory

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 6, 2024 20:45


Welcome to A Taste of Ismenian Water, written by M J Bradley and read by Sam Gabriel! This story is serialized in the form of multiple fics with different names, recorded and presented in order on this feed. The text can be found on ffnet and the author's website, http://alltheblankcanvas.com. My website can be found […]

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Mnemosyne’s Mnemon 03: Birds of a Feather

A Cadmean Victory

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 6, 2024 15:54


Welcome to A Taste of Ismenian Water, written by M J Bradley and read by Sam Gabriel! This story is serialized in the form of multiple fics with different names, recorded and presented in order on this feed. The text can be found on ffnet and the author's website, http://alltheblankcanvas.com. My website can be found […]

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Mnemosyne’s Mnemon 14: Violette the Conqueror

A Cadmean Victory

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 6, 2024 11:17


Welcome to A Taste of Ismenian Water, written by M J Bradley and read by Sam Gabriel! This story is serialized in the form of multiple fics with different names, recorded and presented in order on this feed. The text can be found on ffnet and the author's website, http://alltheblankcanvas.com. My website can be found […]

A Cadmean Victory
Mnemosyne’s Mnemon 01: Secrets and Dreams

A Cadmean Victory

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 6, 2024 10:53


Welcome to A Taste of Ismenian Water, written by M J Bradley and read by Sam Gabriel! This story is serialized in the form of multiple fics with different names, recorded and presented in order on this feed. The text can be found on ffnet and the author's website, http://alltheblankcanvas.com. My website can be found […]

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Mnemosyne’s Mnemon 13: Les Tres Liones

A Cadmean Victory

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 6, 2024 17:02


Welcome to A Taste of Ismenian Water, written by M J Bradley and read by Sam Gabriel! This story is serialized in the form of multiple fics with different names, recorded and presented in order on this feed. The text can be found on ffnet and the author's website, http://alltheblankcanvas.com. My website can be found […]

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Mnemosyne’s Mnemon 15: Time Lapse

A Cadmean Victory

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 6, 2024 15:36


Welcome to A Taste of Ismenian Water, written by M J Bradley and read by Sam Gabriel! This story is serialized in the form of multiple fics with different names, recorded and presented in order on this feed. The text can be found on ffnet and the author's website, http://alltheblankcanvas.com. My website can be found […]

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Mnemosyne’s Mnemon 28: Tour de France

A Cadmean Victory

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 6, 2024 16:45


Welcome to A Taste of Ismenian Water, written by M J Bradley and read by Sam Gabriel! This story is serialized in the form of multiple fics with different names, recorded and presented in order on this feed. The text can be found on ffnet and the author's website, http://alltheblankcanvas.com. My website can be found […]

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Mnemosyne’s Mnemon 16: Calais

A Cadmean Victory

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 6, 2024 13:48


Welcome to A Taste of Ismenian Water, written by M J Bradley and read by Sam Gabriel! This story is serialized in the form of multiple fics with different names, recorded and presented in order on this feed. The text can be found on ffnet and the author's website, http://alltheblankcanvas.com. My website can be found […]

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Mnemosyne’s Mnemon 37: Tilting at Windmills

A Cadmean Victory

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 6, 2024 25:14


Welcome to A Taste of Ismenian Water, written by M J Bradley and read by Sam Gabriel! This story is serialized in the form of multiple fics with different names, recorded and presented in order on this feed. The text can be found on ffnet and the author's website, http://alltheblankcanvas.com. My website can be found […]

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Mnemosyne’s Mnemon 35: Somewhere Also Not in La Mancha

A Cadmean Victory

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 6, 2024 19:12


Welcome to A Taste of Ismenian Water, written by M J Bradley and read by Sam Gabriel! This story is serialized in the form of multiple fics with different names, recorded and presented in order on this feed. The text can be found on ffnet and the author's website, http://alltheblankcanvas.com. My website can be found […]

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Mnemosyne’s Mnemon 34: Le Cancrelat

A Cadmean Victory

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 6, 2024 22:12


Welcome to A Taste of Ismenian Water, written by M J Bradley and read by Sam Gabriel! This story is serialized in the form of multiple fics with different names, recorded and presented in order on this feed. The text can be found on ffnet and the author's website, http://alltheblankcanvas.com. My website can be found […]

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Mnemosyne’s Mnemon 33: Inception

A Cadmean Victory

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 6, 2024 23:27


Welcome to A Taste of Ismenian Water, written by M J Bradley and read by Sam Gabriel! This story is serialized in the form of multiple fics with different names, recorded and presented in order on this feed. The text can be found on ffnet and the author's website, http://alltheblankcanvas.com. My website can be found […]

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Mnemosyne’s Mnemon 32: Oranges and Lemons

A Cadmean Victory

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 6, 2024 10:33


Welcome to A Taste of Ismenian Water, written by M J Bradley and read by Sam Gabriel! This story is serialized in the form of multiple fics with different names, recorded and presented in order on this feed. The text can be found on ffnet and the author's website, http://alltheblankcanvas.com. My website can be found […]

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Mnemosyne’s Mnemon 31: Who is the Fairest?

A Cadmean Victory

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 6, 2024 13:28


Welcome to A Taste of Ismenian Water, written by M J Bradley and read by Sam Gabriel! This story is serialized in the form of multiple fics with different names, recorded and presented in order on this feed. The text can be found on ffnet and the author's website, http://alltheblankcanvas.com. My website can be found […]

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Mnemosyne’s Mnemon 30: Somewhere Not in La Mancha

A Cadmean Victory

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 6, 2024 26:59


Welcome to A Taste of Ismenian Water, written by M J Bradley and read by Sam Gabriel! This story is serialized in the form of multiple fics with different names, recorded and presented in order on this feed. The text can be found on ffnet and the author's website, http://alltheblankcanvas.com. My website can be found […]

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Mnemosyne’s Mnemon 29: A Study in Cramoisi

A Cadmean Victory

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 6, 2024 15:36


Welcome to A Taste of Ismenian Water, written by M J Bradley and read by Sam Gabriel! This story is serialized in the form of multiple fics with different names, recorded and presented in order on this feed. The text can be found on ffnet and the author's website, http://alltheblankcanvas.com. My website can be found […]

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Mnemosyne’s Mnemon 27: A Clockwork Lemon

A Cadmean Victory

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 6, 2024 15:32


Welcome to A Taste of Ismenian Water, written by M J Bradley and read by Sam Gabriel! This story is serialized in the form of multiple fics with different names, recorded and presented in order on this feed. The text can be found on ffnet and the author's website, http://alltheblankcanvas.com. My website can be found […]

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Mnemosyne’s Mnemon 26: A Small Chalet in the Mountains

A Cadmean Victory

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 6, 2024 22:34


Welcome to A Taste of Ismenian Water, written by M J Bradley and read by Sam Gabriel! This story is serialized in the form of multiple fics with different names, recorded and presented in order on this feed. The text can be found on ffnet and the author's website, http://alltheblankcanvas.com. My website can be found […]

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Mnemosyne’s Mnemon 25: Three’s Company

A Cadmean Victory

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 6, 2024 15:02


Welcome to A Taste of Ismenian Water, written by M J Bradley and read by Sam Gabriel! This story is serialized in the form of multiple fics with different names, recorded and presented in order on this feed. The text can be found on ffnet and the author's website, http://alltheblankcanvas.com. My website can be found […]

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Mnemosyne’s Mnemon 24: The Caduceus

A Cadmean Victory

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 6, 2024 20:11


Welcome to A Taste of Ismenian Water, written by M J Bradley and read by Sam Gabriel! This story is serialized in the form of multiple fics with different names, recorded and presented in order on this feed. The text can be found on ffnet and the author's website, http://alltheblankcanvas.com. My website can be found […]

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Mnemosyne’s Mnemon 23: The Man in the Iron Mask

A Cadmean Victory

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 6, 2024 19:45


Welcome to A Taste of Ismenian Water, written by M J Bradley and read by Sam Gabriel! This story is serialized in the form of multiple fics with different names, recorded and presented in order on this feed. The text can be found on ffnet and the author's website, http://alltheblankcanvas.com. My website can be found […]

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Mnemosyne’s Mnemon 22: Number One Fan

A Cadmean Victory

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 6, 2024 15:02


Welcome to A Taste of Ismenian Water, written by M J Bradley and read by Sam Gabriel! This story is serialized in the form of multiple fics with different names, recorded and presented in order on this feed. The text can be found on ffnet and the author's website, http://alltheblankcanvas.com. My website can be found […]

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Mnemosyne’s Mnemon 21: A Good Liching

A Cadmean Victory

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 6, 2024 15:46


Welcome to A Taste of Ismenian Water, written by M J Bradley and read by Sam Gabriel! This story is serialized in the form of multiple fics with different names, recorded and presented in order on this feed. The text can be found on ffnet and the author's website, http://alltheblankcanvas.com. My website can be found […]

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Mnemosyne’s Mnemon 19: Nice to Metz You

A Cadmean Victory

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 6, 2024 17:28


Welcome to A Taste of Ismenian Water, written by M J Bradley and read by Sam Gabriel! This story is serialized in the form of multiple fics with different names, recorded and presented in order on this feed. The text can be found on ffnet and the author's website, http://alltheblankcanvas.com. My website can be found […]

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Mnemosyne’s Mnemon 18: Black Forest Chateaux

A Cadmean Victory

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 6, 2024 15:44


Welcome to A Taste of Ismenian Water, written by M J Bradley and read by Sam Gabriel! This story is serialized in the form of multiple fics with different names, recorded and presented in order on this feed. The text can be found on ffnet and the author's website, http://alltheblankcanvas.com. My website can be found […]

A Cadmean Victory
Mnemosyne’s Mnemon 17: The Cabin in the Woods

A Cadmean Victory

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 6, 2024 19:07


Welcome to A Taste of Ismenian Water, written by M J Bradley and read by Sam Gabriel! This story is serialized in the form of multiple fics with different names, recorded and presented in order on this feed. The text can be found on ffnet and the author's website, http://alltheblankcanvas.com. My website can be found […]

Ultraculture With Jason Louv
Ep. 197: The Fall of Hyperion

Ultraculture With Jason Louv

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 1, 2024 30:47


A dramatic reading by Jason Louv of the 1819 poem "The Fall of Hyperion—A Dream" by John Keats, set to music by Jason. Not uncommon for the 19th century, it is awash in occult and Hermetic symbolism.  Show Links Magick.Me Magick.Me's Fast-Growing YouTube Channel: Like and Subscribe!!!   The full text of the poem follows: "The Fall of Hyperion—A Dream" John Keats CANTO I Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave A paradise for a sect; the savage too From forth the loftiest fashion of his sleep Guesses at Heaven; pity these have not Trac'd upon vellum or wild Indian leaf The shadows of melodious utterance. But bare of laurel they live, dream, and die; For Poesy alone can tell her dreams, With the fine spell of words alone can save Imagination from the sable charm And dumb enchantment. Who alive can say, 'Thou art no Poet may'st not tell thy dreams?' Since every man whose soul is not a clod Hath visions, and would speak, if he had loved And been well nurtured in his mother tongue. Whether the dream now purpos'd to rehearse Be poet's or fanatic's will be known When this warm scribe my hand is in the grave. Methought I stood where trees of every clime, Palm, myrtle, oak, and sycamore, and beech, With plantain, and spice blossoms, made a screen; In neighbourhood of fountains, by the noise Soft showering in my ears, and, by the touch Of scent, not far from roses. Turning round I saw an arbour with a drooping roof Of trellis vines, and bells, and larger blooms, Like floral censers swinging light in air; Before its wreathed doorway, on a mound Of moss, was spread a feast of summer fruits, Which, nearer seen, seem'd refuse of a meal By angel tasted or our Mother Eve; For empty shells were scattered on the grass, And grape stalks but half bare, and remnants more, Sweet smelling, whose pure kinds I could not know. Still was more plenty than the fabled horn Thrice emptied could pour forth, at banqueting For Proserpine return'd to her own fields, Where the white heifers low. And appetite More yearning than on earth I ever felt Growing within, I ate deliciously; And, after not long, thirsted, for thereby Stood a cool vessel of transparent juice Sipp'd by the wander'd bee, the which I took, And, pledging all the mortals of the world, And all the dead whose names are in our lips, Drank. That full draught is parent of my theme. No Asian poppy nor elixir fine Of the soon fading jealous Caliphat, No poison gender'd in close monkish cell To thin the scarlet conclave of old men, Could so have rapt unwilling life away. Among the fragrant husks and berries crush'd, Upon the grass I struggled hard against The domineering potion; but in vain: The cloudy swoon came on, and down I sunk Like a Silenus on an antique vase. How long I slumber'd 'tis a chance to guess. When sense of life return'd, I started up As if with wings; but the fair trees were gone, The mossy mound and arbour were no more: I look'd around upon the carved sides Of an old sanctuary with roof august, Builded so high, it seem'd that filmed clouds Might spread beneath, as o'er the stars of heaven; So old the place was, I remember'd none The like upon the earth: what I had seen Of grey cathedrals, buttress'd walls, rent towers, The superannuations of sunk realms, Or Nature's rocks toil'd hard in waves and winds, Seem'd but the faulture of decrepit things To that eternal domed monument. Upon the marble at my feet there lay Store of strange vessels and large draperies, Which needs had been of dyed asbestos wove, Or in that place the moth could not corrupt, So white the linen, so, in some, distinct Ran imageries from a sombre loom. All in a mingled heap confus'd there lay Robes, golden tongs, censer and chafing dish, Girdles, and chains, and holy jewelries. Turning from these with awe, once more I rais'd My eyes to fathom the space every way; The embossed roof, the silent massy range Of columns north and south, ending in mist Of nothing, then to eastward, where black gates Were shut against the sunrise evermore. Then to the west I look'd, and saw far off An image, huge of feature as a cloud, At level of whose feet an altar slept, To be approach'd on either side by steps, And marble balustrade, and patient travail To count with toil the innumerable degrees. Towards the altar sober paced I went, Repressing haste, as too unholy there; And, coming nearer, saw beside the shrine One minist'ring; and there arose a flame. When in mid May the sickening East wind Shifts sudden to the south, the small warm rain Melts out the frozen incense from all flowers, And fills the air with so much pleasant health That even the dying man forgets his shroud; Even so that lofty sacrificial fire, Sending forth Maian incense, spread around Forgetfulness of everything but bliss, And clouded all the altar with soft smoke, From whose white fragrant curtains thus I heard Language pronounc'd: 'If thou canst not ascend 'These steps, die on that marble where thou art. 'Thy flesh, near cousin to the common dust, 'Will parch for lack of nutriment thy bones 'Will wither in few years, and vanish so 'That not the quickest eye could find a grain 'Of what thou now art on that pavement cold. 'The sands of thy short life are spent this hour, 'And no hand in the universe can turn 'Thy hourglass, if these gummed leaves be burnt 'Ere thou canst mount up these immortal steps.' I heard, I look'd: two senses both at once, So fine, so subtle, felt the tyranny Of that fierce threat and the hard task proposed. Prodigious seem'd the toil, the leaves were yet Burning when suddenly a palsied chill Struck from the paved level up my limbs, And was ascending quick to put cold grasp Upon those streams that pulse beside the throat: I shriek'd; and the sharp anguish of my shriek Stung my own ears I strove hard to escape The numbness; strove to gain the lowest step. Slow, heavy, deadly was my pace: the cold Grew stifling, suffocating, at the heart; And when I clasp'd my hands I felt them not. One minute before death, my iced foot touch'd The lowest stair; and as it touch'd, life seem'd To pour in at the toes: I mounted up, As once fair angels on a ladder flew From the green turf to Heaven. 'Holy Power,' Cried I, approaching near the horned shrine, 'What am I that should so be saved from death? 'What am I that another death come not 'To choke my utterance sacrilegious here?' Then said the veiled shadow 'Thou hast felt 'What 'tis to die and live again before 'Thy fated hour. That thou hadst power to do so 'Is thy own safety; thou hast dated on 'Thy doom.' 'High Prophetess,' said I, 'purge off, 'Benign, if so it please thee, my mind's film.' 'None can usurp this height,' return'd that shade, 'But those to whom the miseries of the world 'Are misery, and will not let them rest. 'All else who find a haven in the world, 'Where they may thoughtless sleep away their days, 'If by a chance into this fane they come, 'Rot on the pavement where thou rottedst half.' 'Are there not thousands in the world,' said I, Encourag'd by the sooth voice of the shade, 'Who love their fellows even to the death; 'Who feel the giant agony of the world; 'And more, like slaves to poor humanity, 'Labour for mortal good? I sure should see 'Other men here; but I am here alone.' 'Those whom thou spak'st of are no vision'ries,' Rejoin'd that voice; 'they are no dreamers weak; 'They seek no wonder but the human face, 'No music but a happy noted voice; 'They come not here, they have no thought to come; 'And thou art here, for thou art less than they: 'What benefit canst thou do, or all thy tribe, 'To the great world? Thou art a dreaming thing, 'A fever of thyself think of the Earth; 'What bliss even in hope is there for thee? 'What haven? every creature hath its home; 'Every sole man hath days of joy and pain, 'Whether his labours be sublime or low 'The pain alone; the joy alone; distinct: 'Only the dreamer venoms all his days, 'Bearing more woe than all his sins deserve. 'Therefore, that happiness be somewhat shar'd, 'Such things as thou art are admitted oft 'Into like gardens thou didst pass erewhile, 'And suffer'd in these temples: for that cause 'Thou standest safe beneath this statue's knees.' 'That I am favour'd for unworthiness, 'By such propitious parley medicin'd 'In sickness not ignoble, I rejoice, 'Aye, and could weep for love of such award.' So answer'd I, continuing, 'If it please, 'Majestic shadow, tell me: sure not all 'Those melodies sung into the world's ear 'Are useless: sure a poet is a sage; 'A humanist, physician to all men. 'That I am none I feel, as vultures feel 'They are no birds when eagles are abroad. 'What am I then? Thou spakest of my tribe: 'What tribe?' The tall shade veil'd in drooping white Then spake, so much more earnest, that the breath Moved the thin linen folds that drooping hung About a golden censer from the hand Pendent. 'Art thou not of the dreamer tribe? 'The poet and the dreamer are distinct, 'Diverse, sheer opposite, antipodes. 'The one pours out a balm upon the world, 'The other vexes it.' Then shouted I Spite of myself, and with a Pythia's spleen, 'Apollo! faded! O far flown Apollo! 'Where is thy misty pestilence to creep 'Into the dwellings, through the door crannies 'Of all mock lyrists, large self worshipers, 'And careless Hectorers in proud bad verse. 'Though I breathe death with them it will be life 'To see them sprawl before me into graves. 'Majestic shadow, tell me where I am, 'Whose altar this; for whom this incense curls; 'What image this whose face I cannot see, 'For the broad marble knees; and who thou art, 'Of accent feminine so courteous?' Then the tall shade, in drooping linens veil'd, Spoke out, so much more earnest, that her breath Stirr'd the thin folds of gauze that drooping hung About a golden censer from her hand Pendent; and by her voice I knew she shed Long treasured tears. 'This temple, sad and lone, 'Is all spar'd from the thunder of a war 'Foughten long since by giant hierarchy 'Against rebellion: this old image here, 'Whose carved features wrinkled as he fell, 'Is Saturn's; I Moneta, left supreme 'Sole priestess of this desolation.' I had no words to answer, for my tongue, Useless, could find about its roofed home No syllable of a fit majesty To make rejoinder to Moneta's mourn. There was a silence, while the altar's blaze Was fainting for sweet food: I look'd thereon, And on the paved floor, where nigh were piled Faggots of cinnamon, and many heaps Of other crisped spice wood then again I look'd upon the altar, and its horns Whiten'd with ashes, and its lang'rous flame, And then upon the offerings again; And so by turns till sad Moneta cried, 'The sacrifice is done, but not the less 'Will I be kind to thee for thy good will. 'My power, which to me is still a curse, 'Shall be to thee a wonder; for the scenes 'Still swooning vivid through my globed brain 'With an electral changing misery 'Thou shalt with those dull mortal eyes behold, 'Free from all pain, if wonder pain thee not.' As near as an immortal's sphered words Could to a mother's soften, were these last: And yet I had a terror of her robes, And chiefly of the veils, that from her brow Hung pale, and curtain'd her in mysteries That made my heart too small to hold its blood. This saw that Goddess, and with sacred hand Parted the veils. Then saw I a wan face, Not pin'd by human sorrows, but bright blanch'd By an immortal sickness which kills not; It works a constant change, which happy death Can put no end to; deathwards progressing To no death was that visage; it had pass'd The lily and the snow; and beyond these I must not think now, though I saw that face But for her eyes I should have fled away. They held me back, with a benignant light Soft mitigated by divinest lids Half closed, and visionless entire they seem'd Of all external things; they saw me not, But in blank splendour beam'd like the mild moon, Who comforts those she sees not, who knows not What eyes are upward cast. As I had found A grain of gold upon a mountain side, And twing'd with avarice strain'd out my eyes To search its sullen entrails rich with ore, So at the view of sad Moneta's brow I ach'd to see what things the hollow brain Behind enwombed: what high tragedy In the dark secret chambers of her skull Was acting, that could give so dread a stress To her cold lips, and fill with such a light Her planetary eyes, and touch her voice With such a sorrow 'Shade of Memory!' Cried I, with act adorant at her feet, 'By all the gloom hung round thy fallen house, 'By this last temple, by the golden age, 'By great Apollo, thy dear Foster Child, 'And by thyself, forlorn divinity, 'The pale Omega of a withered race, 'Let me behold, according as thou saidst, 'What in thy brain so ferments to and fro!' No sooner had this conjuration pass'd My devout lips, than side by side we stood (Like a stunt bramble by a solemn pine) Deep in the shady sadness of a vale, Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from the fiery noon and eve's one star. Onward I look'd beneath the gloomy boughs, And saw, what first I thought an image huge, Like to the image pedestal'd so high In Saturn's temple. Then Moneta's voice Came brief upon mine ear 'So Saturn sat When he had lost his realms ' whereon there grew A power within me of enormous ken To see as a god sees, and take the depth Of things as nimbly as the outward eye Can size and shape pervade. The lofty theme At those few words hung vast before my mind, With half unravel'd web. I set myself Upon an eagle's watch, that I might see, And seeing ne'er forget. No stir of life Was in this shrouded vale, not so much air As in the zoning of a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell there did it rest. A stream went voiceless by, still deaden'd more By reason of the fallen divinity Spreading more shade; the Naiad 'mid her reeds Press'd her cold finger closer to her lips. Along the margin sand large footmarks went No farther than to where old Saturn's feet Had rested, and there slept, how long a sleep! Degraded, cold, upon the sodden ground His old right hand lay nerveless, listless, dead, Unsceptred; and his realmless eyes were clos'd, While his bow'd head seem'd listening to the Earth, His ancient mother, for some comfort yet. It seem'd no force could wake him from his place; But there came one who with a kindred hand Touch'd his wide shoulders after bending low With reverence, though to one who knew it not. Then came the griev'd voice of Mnemosyne, And griev'd I hearken'd. 'That divinity 'Whom thou saw'st step from yon forlornest wood, 'And with slow pace approach our fallen King, 'Is Thea, softest natur'd of our brood.' I mark'd the Goddess in fair statuary Surpassing wan Moneta by the head, And in her sorrow nearer woman's tears. There was a listening fear in her regard, As if calamity had but begun; As if the vanward clouds of evil days Had spent their malice, and the sullen rear Was with its stored thunder labouring up. One hand she press'd upon that aching spot Where beats the human heart, as if just there, Though an immortal, she felt cruel pain; The other upon Saturn's bended neck She laid, and to the level of his hollow ear Leaning with parted lips, some words she spake In solemn tenor and deep organ tune; Some mourning words, which in our feeble tongue Would come in this like accenting; how frail To that large utterance of the early Gods! 'Saturn! look up and for what, poor lost King? 'I have no comfort for thee; no not one; 'I cannot cry, Wherefore thus sleepest thou? 'For Heaven is parted from thee, and the Earth 'Knows thee not, so afflicted, for a God; 'And Ocean too, with all its solemn noise, 'Has from thy sceptre pass'd, and all the air 'Is emptied of thine hoary majesty: 'Thy thunder, captious at the new command, 'Rumbles reluctant o'er our fallen house; 'And thy sharp lightning, in unpracticed hands, 'Scorches and burns our once serene domain. 'With such remorseless speed still come new woes, 'That unbelief has not a space to breathe. 'Saturn! sleep on: Me thoughtless, why should I 'Thus violate thy slumbrous solitude? 'Why should I ope thy melancholy eyes? 'Saturn, sleep on, while at thy feet I weep.' As when upon a tranced summer night Forests, branch charmed by the earnest stars, Dream, and so dream all night without a noise, Save from one gradual solitary gust, Swelling upon the silence; dying off; As if the ebbing air had but one wave; So came these words, and went; the while in tears She press'd her fair large forehead to the earth, Just where her fallen hair might spread in curls A soft and silken mat for Saturn's feet. Long, long those two were postured motionless, Like sculpture builded up upon the grave Of their own power. A long awful time I look'd upon them: still they were the same; The frozen God still bending to the earth, And the sad Goddess weeping at his feet, Moneta silent. Without stay or prop But my own weak mortality, I bore The load of this eternal quietude, The unchanging gloom, and the three fixed shapes Ponderous upon my senses, a whole moon. For by my burning brain I measured sure Her silver seasons shedded on the night, And ever day by day methought I grew More gaunt and ghostly. Oftentimes I pray'd Intense, that Death would take me from the vale And all its burthens gasping with despair Of change, hour after hour I curs'd myself; Until old Saturn rais'd his faded eyes, And look'd around and saw his kingdom gone, And all the gloom and sorrow of the place, And that fair kneeling Goddess at his feet. As the moist scent of flowers, and grass, and leaves Fills forest dells with a pervading air, Known to the woodland nostril, so the words Of Saturn fill'd the mossy glooms around, Even to the hollows of time eaten oaks And to the windings of the foxes' hole, With sad low tones, while thus he spake, and sent Strange musings to the solitary Pan. 'Moan, brethren, moan; for we are swallow'd up 'And buried from all Godlike exercise 'Of influence benign on planets pale, 'And peaceful sway above man's harvesting, 'And all those acts which Deity supreme 'Doth ease its heart of love in. Moan and wail, 'Moan, brethren, moan; for lo, the rebel spheres 'Spin round, the stars their ancient courses keep, 'Clouds still with shadowy moisture haunt the earth, 'Still suck their fill of light from sun and moon, 'Still buds the tree, and still the sea shores murmur; 'There is no death in all the Universe, 'No smell of death there shall be death Moan, moan, 'Moan, Cybele, moan; for thy pernicious babes 'Have changed a God into a shaking Palsy. 'Moan, brethren, moan, for I have no strength left, 'Weak as the reed weak feeble as my voice 'O, O, the pain, the pain of feebleness. 'Moan, moan, for still I thaw or give me help; 'Throw down those imps, and give me victory. 'Let me hear other groans, and trumpets blown 'Of triumph calm, and hymns of festival 'From the gold peaks of Heaven's high piled clouds; 'Voices of soft proclaim, and silver stir 'Of strings in hollow shells; and let there be 'Beautiful things made new, for the surprise 'Of the sky children.' So he feebly ceas'd, With such a poor and sickly sounding pause, Methought I heard some old man of the earth Bewailing earthly loss; nor could my eyes And ears act with that pleasant unison of sense Which marries sweet sound with the grace of form, And dolorous accent from a tragic harp With large limb'd visions. More I scrutinized: Still fix'd he sat beneath the sable trees, Whose arms spread straggling in wild serpent forms, With leaves all hush'd; his awful presence there (Now all was silent) gave a deadly lie To what I erewhile heard only his lips Trembled amid the white curls of his beard. They told the truth, though, round, the snowy locks Hung nobly, as upon the face of heaven A mid day fleece of clouds. Thea arose, And stretched her white arm through the hollow dark, Pointing some whither: whereat he too rose Like a vast giant, seen by men at sea To grow pale from the waves at dull midnight. They melted from my sight into the woods; Ere I could turn, Moneta cried, 'These twain 'Are speeding to the families of grief, 'Where roof'd in by black rocks they waste, in pain 'And darkness, for no hope.' And she spake on, As ye may read who can unwearied pass Onward from the antechamber of this dream, Where even at the open doors awhile I must delay, and glean my memory Of her high phrase: perhaps no further dare. CANTO II 'Mortal, that thou may'st understand aright, 'I humanize my sayings to thine ear, 'Making comparisons of earthly things; 'Or thou might'st better listen to the wind, 'Whose language is to thee a barren noise, 'Though it blows legend laden through the trees. 'In melancholy realms big tears are shed, 'More sorrow like to this, and such like woe, 'Too huge for mortal tongue, or pen of scribe. 'The Titans fierce, self hid or prison bound, 'Groan for the old allegiance once more, 'Listening in their doom for Saturn's voice. 'But one of our whole eagle brood still keeps 'His sov'reignty, and rule, and majesty; 'Blazing Hyperion on his orbed fire 'Still sits, still snuffs the incense teeming up 'From man to the sun's God: yet unsecure, 'For as upon the earth dire prodigies 'Fright and perplex, so also shudders he: 'Nor at dog's howl or gloom bird's Even screech, 'Or the familiar visitings of one 'Upon the first toll of his passing bell: 'But horrors, portioned to a giant nerve, 'Make great Hyperion ache. His palace bright, 'Bastion'd with pyramids of glowing gold, 'And touch'd with shade of bronzed obelisks, 'Glares a blood red through all the thousand courts, 'Arches, and domes, and fiery galleries: 'And all its curtains of Aurorian clouds 'Flush angerly; when he would taste the wreaths 'Of incense breath'd aloft from sacred hills, 'Instead of sweets his ample palate takes 'Savour of poisonous brass and metals sick. 'Wherefore when harbour'd in the sleepy West, 'After the full completion of fair day, 'For rest divine upon exalted couch 'And slumber in the arms of melody, 'He paces through the pleasant hours of ease 'With strides colossal, on from hall to hall; 'While far within each aisle and deep recess 'His winged minions in close clusters stand 'Amaz'd, and full of fear; like anxious men, 'Who on a wide plain gather in sad troops, 'When earthquakes jar their battlements and towers. 'Even now, while Saturn, roused from icy trance, 'Goes step for step with Thea from yon woods, 'Hyperion, leaving twilight in the rear, 'Is sloping to the threshold of the West. 'Thither we tend.' Now in clear light I stood, Reliev'd from the dusk vale. Mnemosyne Was sitting on a square edg'd polish'd stone, That in its lucid depth reflected pure Her priestess garments. My quick eyes ran on From stately nave to nave, from vault to vault, Through bow'rs of fragrant and enwreathed light And diamond paved lustrous long arcades. Anon rush'd by the bright Hyperion; His flaming robes stream'd out beyond his heels, And gave a roar, as if of earthly fire, That scared away the meek ethereal hours And made their dove wings tremble. On he flared. THE END 1819

Shonen Dump
RIN: Daughters of Mnemosyne

Shonen Dump

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 30, 2024 90:15


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The Memory Hole Podcast
Ep. 5: Forget Me Not; how we don't remember

The Memory Hole Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 22, 2023 35:09


Opening: The Confessions of St. Augustine, AD 401 https://www.gutenberg.org/files/3296/3296-h/3296-h.htm Interviews: Dr. Henry Otgaar Personal Website Maastricht University  Interview 9/21/2023 Dr. Sophie Scott The Brain: 10 things you should know X/Twitter Interview 9/22/2023 Mentions: Bart Simpson: Oh boy, time to repress another memory ⁠Season 14, Episode 17⁠ Dr. Scott mentions the 'Lost in the Mall' study Context: https://wellcomecollection.org/articles/XQze2hIAAGYP8ckl Beyond Lost in the Mall: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mOpMhYGPajU Explaining memories in the movie Inside Out - where they went wrong: https://theconversation.com/does-pixars-inside-out-show-how-memory-actually-works-43311 Cover art collage featuring Mnemosyne, also titled Lamp of Memory and Ricordanza. Dante Gabriel Rossetti, 1881. “We look at the world once,  in childhood. The rest is memory.” Louise Gluck Any and all background music from the free YouTube Audio Library The Memory Hole Podcast theme is: A Great Darkness Approaches, Can You Feel It? by  ELPHNT  

Classical Post
Beautiful Life, Beautiful Passing: Composer Steven Mackey on Creating Music at the Intersection of Life, Death, and Memory

Classical Post

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 18, 2023 36:34


Composer Steven Mackey has come a long way since his teenage years studying physics at the University of California, Davis, and learning blues-rock riffs on his guitar. Today Mackey stands as a celebrated composer and electric guitarist whose work is regularly performed by orchestras around the world — including the Los Angeles Philharmonic, the National Symphony, and the Boston Symphony. He's taught composition at Princeton University for nearly 40 years and has served as a composer in residence at the Curtis Institute of Music, Tanglewood, and the Aspen Music Festival. On his latest album, Beautiful Passing, Mackey brings together two works inspired by personal experiences that deeply informed his views on memory, life, and death: Mnemosyne's Pool, which Musical America called "the first great American symphony of the 21st century"; and Beautiful Passing, a violin concerto Mackey composed after watching his mother pass away from cancer. Despite the presence of death woven throughout both works, Mackey made sure to find moments for levity and humor in his music. "Part of death is a farewell to this joyous life and the energetic people my parents were," Mackey says on the latest episode of the Classical Post podcast. "There's a depth of emotion that music is really uniquely suited for. Where words are a struggle to come by, music bypasses those language centers and gives you a direct emotional response." In this episode, we talk more about the new album, and Mackey shares the profoundly moving story of his mother's death and how it influenced Beautiful Passing's title. Plus, he discusses the parallels he sees between filmmaking, cooking, and composition, and his go-to spot for Italian food on Manhattan's Upper West Side. Listen to Beautiful Passing on Spotify, Apple Music, Idagio, or wherever you stream and download music. — ⁠Classical Post⁠® is a leading podcast based in New York. Our content uncovers the creativity behind exceptional music through dynamic deep-dive interviews with prominent artists in the world today. We are powered by ⁠Gold Sound Media⁠® — a creative studio providing omnichannel marketing and public relations services for the classical music industry.

Aeon Byte Gnostic Radio
Sarah Janes and Brian George on Dream Mysteries & Masks of the Soul

Aeon Byte Gnostic Radio

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 4, 2023 122:20


Ready for a spring doubleheader full of “know thyself” revelations?First, Sarah Janes discusses her book, Initiation into Dream Mysteries: Drinking from the Pool of Mnemosyne. We take an odyssey into the dream practices across history, from ancient Babylon to ancient Egypt to modern occultism, finding techniques to tap into the dreamworld to encounter meaning, wholeness, and destiny.Then we're joined by Brian George, author of Masks of Origin: Regression in the Service of Omnipotence. By understanding our daily personas and the fiction that is reality, we can travel beyond the normal categories of space, time, and narrative structure toward a further shore of multidimensional and more-than-human experience. You won't be the same person after this Gnosis.Join the Virtual Alexandria Academy https://thegodabovegod.com/virtual-alexandria-academy/This is a partial show. For the second half of the interview, please become an AB Prime member: http://thegodabovegod.com/members/subscription-levels/  or patron at Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/aeonbyteGet the simple, effective, and affordable Red Circle Private RSS Feed for all full shows: https://app.redcircle.com/shows/2afbb075-465d-42d2-833b-12fa3bca1c7d/exclusive-contentMore information on Sarah: https://themysteries.org/aboutMore information on Brian: https://masksoforigin.blogspot.com/Get the books: https://amzn.to/3MriWH1 https://amzn.to/3ZAEvrtSupport this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/aeon-byte-gnostic-radio/donationsAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy