Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Saturday, March 25, 2017

25th of March 1821 - The Hellenic Rebirth

“Vosstan, o Gretsiia, vosstan”

Arise, o Greece, Arise!
Not in vain you strained all your forces,
Not in vain had been violently shaken
Olympus, Pindus, and Thermopylae.

Under the peaks of their ancient sky
The youthful liberty appeared,
And on the grave of Pericles;
And the sacred marbles of Athens.

Land of the heroes and gods
Break forever the chains of slavery
While singing the inspired songs
Of Tyrtaeus, Byron, and Rhigas!

Alexander Pushkin


Friday, March 17, 2017

Norwegian Black Metal - Anno 1992

"At that time black metal wasn’t a term. Enslaved did their Viking Metal, Immortal did their Holocaust Metal etc but we were so tight knitted back then – completely into the atmosphere. [We were]going into the woods by night, have candles/torches exploring old Nazi-bunkers and caves around Bergen, playing role playing all night until the morning light killed the magic –  that was what my world and art was about. Darkness, grimness, fantasy and friends, I didn’t draw one single colorful happy drawing those years – not one"

Jannicke Wiese Hansen
(Source: Graphic Nature)


Monday, March 13, 2017

At The Hunting Mountain of Artemis

Kithairon (or Cithaeron) is mountain in Attica that I`ve wrote very few words about it (see the related thread at the end of this post). As almost every other mountain around this vast region, it has an endless number of myths written in its historical past. A Gods , Heroes and demigod's dwelling giant that once stood in-between two rivals of the ancient Hellenic world. Athens and Thebes.

During the winter its hard to visit it as the weather up there is harsh. Around that time of the year and onwards, some days can make a visit really pleasant. And so it happened. Here are some photos from such a visit, taken few days ago....
All photos by Irene

Previous Related Thread:

Wednesday, March 8, 2017

The Song of Amergin

I am Wind on Sea,
I am Ocean-wave,
I am Roar of Sea,
I am Stag of Seven Tines,
I am a Hawk on a Cliff,
I am shining tear of the Sun,
I am Fairest among Herbs,
I am Boar for Boldness,
I am Salmon in Pool,
I am a Lake on a Plain,
I am a Hill of Poetry,
I am a Word of Skill,
I am the Point of a Weapon (that pours forth
I am God who fashions Fire for a Head.
Who knows the secrets of the
Unhewn Dolmen?
Who (but I) announces the Ages of the Moon?
Who (but I) know the place where falleth
the Sunset?
Who calls the Cattle from the House of Tethra?
On whom do the cattle of Tethra smile?
Who is the troop, the god who fashions edges
in a fortress of gangrene?
(I am) a Song on a Spear,
an Enchantments of Wind.

 “It has been suggested that this poem, which is a tissue of obscure formulas that puzzled even the mediaeval commentators, echoes the druidic doctrine of metempsychosis; but it simply expressed the pride of the sorcerer, whose art has just brought him triumph over his enemies, and who now parades his talents and declares his power. For we know that one of the gifts which all primitive peoples attribute to their sorcerers is that of shape-shifting.” 

Marie-Louise Sjoestedt - Celtic Gods and Heroes (1940)