Because they were led there, yet they have to make up their minds to drink.
No wonder it was whipped on occasion.
They had blinders on, and thought themselves irrational, or worse, for self flagellation, says lag n er to pitche r
Nowdays any Muse would redact from self exposure.
Said in overstatement.
ERATO was one of the nine Mousai (Muses), the goddesses of music, song and dance. In the Classical era, when the Mousai were assigned specific literary and artistic spheres, Erato was named Muse of erotic poetry and mime, and represented with a lyre. Her name means “lovely” or “beloved” from the Greek word eratos.
FAMILY OF ERATO
PARENTS
ZEUS & MNEMOSYNE (Hesiod Theogony 75, Apollodorus 1.13, Diodorus Siculus 4.7.1, Orphic Hymn 76)
OFFSPRING
KLEOPHEME (by Malos) (Isyllus Hymn to Asclepius)
CLASSICAL LITERATURE QUOTES
Hesiod, Theogony 75 ff (trans. Evelyn-White) (Greek epic C8th or C7th B.C.) :
“The Mousai (Muses) sang who dwell on Olympos, nine daughters begotten by great Zeus, Kleio (Clio) and Euterpe, Thaleia (Thalia), Melpomene and Terpsikhore (Terpsichore), and Erato and Polymnia (Polyhymnia) and Ourania (Urania) and Kalliope (Calliope).”
Isyllus, Hymn to Asclepius (trans. Frazer, Vol. Apollodorus) (Greek poet C4th or 3rd B.C.) :
“Father Zeus bestowed the hand of the Mousa (Muse) Erato on Malos [eponymous lord of Malea] in holy matrimony (hosioisi gamois.) The pair had a daughter Kleophema (Cleophema), who married Phlegyas, a native of Epidauros (Epidaurus); and Phlegyas had by her a daughter Aigle (Aegle), otherwise known as Koronis (Coronis), whom Phoibos (Phoebus) [Apollon] of the golden bow beheld in the house of her grandfather Malos, and falling in love he got by her a child, Asklepios (Asclepius).”
[N.B. This hymn was engraved on a limestone tablet unearthed at the shrine of Asklepios in Epidauros. According to the inscription the poet consulted the Delphic Oracle for approval before publishing this genealogy of the god Asklepios.]
Plato, Phaedrus 259 (trans. Fowler) (Greek philosopher C4th B.C.) :
“When they [the grasshoppers] die they go and inform the Mousai (Muses) in heaven who honours them on earth. They win the love of Terpsikhore (Terpsichore) for the dancers by their report of them; of Erato for the lovers.”
Pseudo-Apollodorus, Bibliotheca 1. 13 (trans. Aldrich) (Greek mythographer C2nd A.D.) :
“Mnemosyne [bore to Zeus] the Mousai (Muses), the eldest of whom was Kalliope (Calliope), followed by Kleio (Clio), Melpomene, Euterpe, Erato, Terpsikhore (Terpsichore), Ourania (Urania), Thaleia (Thalia), and Polymnia.”
Apollonius Rhodius, Argonautica 3. 1 ff (trans. Rieu) (Greek epic C3rd B.C.) :
“[The poet invokes the Muse Erato as he begins the tale of the love of Jason and Medea :] Come, Erato, come lovely Mousa (Muse), stand by me and take up the tale. How did Medea’s passion help Iason (Jason) to bring back the fleece to Iolkos (Iolcus).”
Strabo, Geography 8. 30. 20 (trans. Jones) (Greek geographer C1st B.C. to C1st A.D.) :
“And further, the poem entitled Rhadine–of which Stesikhoros (Stesichorus) [poet C7th-6th B.C.] is reputed to be the author–, which begins, ‘Come, thou clear-voiced Mousa (Muse), Erato, begin thy song, voicing to the tune of thy lovely lyre the strain of the children of Samos.’”
Diodorus Siculus, Library of History 4. 7. 1 (trans. Oldfather) (Greek historian C1st B.C.) :
“Hesiod even gives their [the Mousai’s (Muses’)] names when he writes : ‘Kleio, Euterpe, and Thaleia, Melpomene, Terpsikhore and Erato, and Polymnia, Ourania, Kalliope too, of them all the most comely.’
To each of the Mousai (Muses) men assign her special aptitude for one of the branches of the liberal arts, such as poetry, song, pantomimic dancing, the round dance with music, the study of the stars, and the other liberal arts . . . For the name of each Mousa (Muse), they say, men have found a reason appropriate to her: . . . Erato, because she makes those who are instructed by her men who are desired and worthy to be loved.”
Orphic Hymn 76 to the Muses (trans. Taylor) (Greek hymns C3rd B.C. to 2nd A.D.) :
“Daughters of Mnemosyne and Zeus . . . Kleio (Clio), and Erato who charms the sight, with thee, Euterpe, ministering delight : Thalia flourishing, Polymnia famed, Melpomene from skill in music named : Terpsikhore (Terpsichore), Ourania (Urania) heavenly bright.”
Ovid, Fasti 4. 190 ff (trans.Boyle) (Roman poetry C1st B.C. to C1st A.D.) :
“I [the poet] have much to ask [of Rhea] ‘Give me, goddess, someone to interview.’ Cybele saw her erudite granddaughters [the Mousai (Muses)] and made them help . . . So Erato–Cytherea’s [Aphrodite’s] month [April] fell to her, since she is named from tender love.”
Propertius, Elegies 3. 3 (trans. Goold) (Roman elegy C1st B.C.) :
“The nine Maidens, each allotted her own realm, busy their tender hands on their separate gifts : . . . another [Erato] with both hands plaits wreaths of roses [i.e. the flower of love].”
ANCIENT GREEK & ROMAN ART
Thumbnail Portraits of the Nine Muses
Z20.2 Portraits of the Nine Muses
Greco-Roman Cos Floor Mosaic A.D.
Thumbnail Portraits of the Nine Muses
Z20.3 Portraits of the Nine Muses
Greco-Roman Trier Mosaic C3rd A.D.
Thumbnail Symbols of the Nine Muses
Z20.4 Symbols of the Nine Muses
Greek Elis Floor Mosaic C1st
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Make it a tripysh:
Poetry by empty pool
Remanded by neighbor used to be so nice
To empty pool
Emty pool says he, that was before,
Empty pool we can No luxuriate cause mosquitoes
The muses have you though
Now when in delirium the coming of winter but still topically accented by
An orange liquor in water
Still,
Still goes the wicked night
This house may
Be gone as in the wind
The pool empty, the eggs hatch not.
Others above please trim sycamore the view is gone
The yet another by shady pool and he meant shady in the prejoritive.
Unaccustomed, like the sweet thang who pressing on my breast’s inclave,
Into unending pressure of pain and guilt,
What of
Can’t say
Can’t say
Really can’t
My darling elentine hush hush dear
Another place and time down the street further down,
Much
Much much further there is a speck of a tiny soul in feel responsible,
While he says he died for me so cutting, though we could morning stroll on Einstein’s beach, merely leaving me with a trifle, maybe just stuffing this chicken to absolve by delineation,
Search me, the muse is but a poem
A place in an oasis of a country
Turning epic
How could he surmised the efforts of programmed reticence turned blatant liability, as to suggest ominous decolletage of a purposeful gating (dam(n)ing of surveying rhythms.
The surge prevented blutntlyby force, the rutm without it’s emission so practiced by the faultless oratorio of seminal expression.
No none of that. The pool guy comes over says don’t refill without fixing the pump or getting a new one, but they will return next time.
The trees bowing into the pool of desire, they now their leaves combining, and agelessly vampiric, they reflect much, everything, like drowning in their antimony.
The willow, gently weeps, as reflect the nuance of mystical pine of the sacred heart.
Oh, muse let me not, your leave be of my own sorrowful deliverance.
Once that tyke had been witnessed by a single owl, for a day or more, his predecessors soul to expire and to inhale again it’s velvet green vapor of desire. For informed now he may be a harbinger of souls.
To Mowk
Who still goes Dada from gaga.
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