Perfectly Chiseled

With all this Greek truth we've been encountering one might think of images. But don't most sculptures have some nudity? Anyway this article on msn caught my attention and maybe it might catch yours too
Why ancient Greeks are always nude

Only one picture of a nude sculpture and it's hard to see the....

Singing the Obituary

I was looking through my newspaper and tried to pay special attention to the obituaries but I just couldn't get it. Then I started think "what's below Myth?" Music! Then I connected the dots. I really liked a song by Dropkick Murphys called The Green Fields of France. And wouldn't you know it, it was a remake of a song by Eric Bogle. And even more amazing Willie McBride was a real person. This is the First World War. No Man's Land is the same thing as the Green Fields of France. Take the links to learn more.

Well how do you do young Willie McBride
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside
And rest for a while in the warm summer sun
I've been walking all day and I'm nearly done
And I see by your gravestone you were only 19
When you joined the great fallen in 1916
Well I hope you died quick and I hope you died clean
Or Willie McBride was it slow and obscene

Chorus:
Did they beat the drum slowly
Did they play the fife lowly
Did they sound the death march as they lowered you down
Did the band play the last post and chorus
Did the pipes play the flowers of the forest

And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind
In some loyal heart is your memory enshrined
And though you died back in 1916
To that loyal heart you're forever 19
Or are you a stranger without even a name
Forever enshrined behind some old glass pane
In an old photograph torn tattered and stained
And fading to yellow in a brown leather frame

Chorus

The sun's shining down on these green fields of France
The warm wind blows gently and the red poppies dance
The trenches have vanished long under the plow
No gas no barbed wire no guns firing now
But here in this graveyard that's still No Man's Land
The countless white crosses in mute witness stand
To a man's blind indifference to his fellow man
And a whole generation who were butchered and damned

Chorus

And I can't help but wonder no Willie McBride
Do all those who lie here know why they died
Did you really believe them when they told you “The Cause”
Did you really believe that this war would end wars
Well the suffering the sorrow the glory the shame
The killing the dying it was all done in vain
Oh Willie McBride It all happened again
And again and again and again and again

Chorus

Sins Forever

The semester just started and I'm already burntout. So I sat down to watch a movie to further ignore my responsiblities. Looking over my dvd collection I was trying to find something that I haven't seen recently. My choice was Sin City. I really enjoy this movie, and the graphic novels, and if you don't that's fine. But I don't want to hear about it. While I was watching it I started to feel guilty. My reading is falling behind, so is my writing and blogging.
Away my wheels went a turning to make the connections.
For those who don't know anything about the layout of Sin City it goes like this. There are 7 different graphic novels usually centering around one person. It's not done chronologically and the movie only covers 3 and a bit.
The story that I caught me was That Yellow Bastard.
This is the old possessing the new! Roark Junior is stealing little girls. He tortures, rapes, and kills. Hartigan saves Nancy, age 11, and 8 years later she's in love with him trying to seduce her savior. Mind you he is in his mid 60's by then.
Demeter, Dolores, Hades, Lolita, Persephones... the past is there living in the present.

Groundhog's Day

I know this isn't a groundhog, but I tried to make Feb. 2nd fun for all of us.

adopt your own virtual pet!

rosebud...

If you don't know what happens in Citizen Kane and want to keep it a suprise then turn away!

Last semester in American Lit. 2 we watched Citizen Kane. One would think that I should concentrate on THIS semester but seeing as how what I'm using is old, well it must be important. I would like to start my confusing logic in the Homeric Hymns bottom of page 16 line 427.

Rosebud and lily-wonders-and the narcissus,
Which the broad earth sent growing like a crocus.
I picked it in delight. The earth beneath it
Gaped, and the strong lord, host of all the perished,
Took me below the ground in his gold chariot-
But I resisted, and I shrieked in protest.

This is Persephone being taken by Hades as we should all know by now. She was playing, enjoying what she knew, and loved.
The word rosebud is what caught my attention so you can blame it for this blog. But we see this abduction from one world into another.
Charles Foster Kane was a kid playing in the snow. With his rosebud and snowhills, he had all he needed. Then he was taken into the underworld of corruption. Money the root of all evil. His sled, rosebud, was left when he was taken. Later his captor gives him a different sled. At the end we see yet another sled being burned. When he died he uttered "rosebud" and dropped a snow globe. Rosebud may not "be" the sled but the memory of the flowers he was picking as an innocent. Please think about it and maybe comment if this at all strikes you.