Light and Mood

I have always associated Apollo with the mood and feelings. Mainly, I used to connect this with his music and poetry. However, today I realized how limited that idea was, because so many more facets of his being deal with mood changing and extreme feelings.

For instance, Apollo himself is falling in love all the time. But just as easily you can see him mad shooting people and animals alike. At one time he is playing the lyre, then he grabs his bow and, like the night, he comes and destroys. Just like day and night always follow one another.

It was light itself that reminded me of this. With the days shortening, we have fewer and fewer light hours here in Portugal where we are so used to light. Today my bedroom's light bulb went out and I was studying for ours with just the desk light. I got really depressed and started watching sad clips on youtube... Just because of the light! That's how strong Apollo is.

And I don't even need to mention the strong emotions that come with disease, death, health, growth, manhood, etc, etc, etc... All those associated with Apolo.

So, once again, I would like to contradict Freud and re-state that Apollo is not a god of meere cold reason - He is a god of cold reason and intense emotion. I guess one could say he is the god of the brain?

To Roxy

For a while I haven't post here. My life has been a little busy, but that is no excuse. Apollo harshly remembered me by killing one of the few friends I have... My dog. My posts will re-start with a a little homage to my lost friend.


To roxy

The bright archer has shown his dark face
And now you rest in the embrace of his sister.
Go, reach the Goddess and play with her
For you certainly are fit for the playful Artemis.

I will remember your beautiful eyes
And your sweet nose, dark and moist.
The joy it was to play with you,
How you comforted us when we were down,
How you reached for us and thanked
For as little as a soft tap in your head.

You always seek to please us,
Often you showed confusion,
For we did not know what we want.
But still, you tried to do it…

I will remember your soft hair
And your warm licks,
Your joy and ecstasy every time we got home,
When I came from Lisbon
How you greet me jumping and running.
Now you left us and we are less.

But go, dance in the sky with the Dog Star,
Hunt with the archer in the deep forests,
Howl in the night with the wind that sweeps,
Become whatever you wished to be!