Being a musician and bard, I fancy all things musical and lyrical.
My topic today is to look at the tale of Orpheus. There are many stories, some conflicting (as doth happen in folklore and Mythology), these are the ones I like best.
The Greeks considered Orpheus to be the Greatest of all Poets & Musicians. It is said that he was the son of the God, Apollo and the daughter of the Muse of Epic Poetry, Calliope. The gifts of his parents at his birth were: a golden lyre and the ability to play it- from his father, Apollo and from his mother, the gift of being able to create lyrics and verse. Orpheus made his way with money earned as a Wizard and a Musician and courted for himself, Thalia, the Laughing Muse of Comedy.
Surely, with lineage such as this, I have to research him a bit in my quest for knowledge on these topics!
A magickal tale it is! One of Invention, Enchantment, Melody, Muse and Inspiration with a bonus of a wild Greek tragedy ending!
While Hermes may have invented the lyre (see my earlier post on Hermes) it was Orpheus who made it perfect. He could charm wild animals and birds and even make the rocks and trees dance!
How wondrous! Jason and the Argonauts were even saved by Orpheus on their voyage. Unlike Odysseus and his men who fell prey to the Sirens, Orpheus heard the Sirens calls of entrancing lure and played his lyre LOUDER and drowned out the Sirens. ( Like Nigel Tufnel says in "Spinal Tap": "this knob goes to 11..and that's one louder, isn't it?" :)
One day Orpheus's wife Eurydice, was confronted by a Satyr (I'm thinking in a an overtly sexual way, as...well.... that's how Satyrs roll...) and to avoid the rape, Eurydice unfortunately fell into a pit of vipers (how symbolic) and was bitten and died. Orpheus went to the Underworld to win her back. He is the only mortal to have gone into the Underworld and come back alive. His music so charmed Hades and Persephone that he was given his wife back and told that they should proceed to the surface. IF Orpheus was able to emerge to the top surface WITHOUT looking back at his wife, she would be free and alive again. He led her home and to a new rebirth.
Of course, he was so excited when he saw the sunshine and their destination, he looked back to make sure that she was still with him at the last minute... and lost her forever.
The last tale is about his end of life.
It's really pretty wild.
Orpheus as he aged, withdrew his belief in the Gods, all save Apollo (or the Sun). In a fit of wild frenzy the Dionysius (Bacchus) Maenads tore him to shreds (as wild Maenads are wont to do).
His head and his lyre were thrown into the water, and as they floated along, still singing....(pretty kewl and creepy, that..). His head and fragments of his body was buried beneath Mount Olympus and nightingales still sing over his grave.
His lyre was whisked away to the heavens and placed among the stars.
Orpheus.
A musician's musician with all the tales of a life well loved....
well lived...
and well played.
HUZZAH.
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Monday, July 23, 2012
Friday, January 27, 2012
Bardic Magick
The Pied Piper.
Scheherazade.
Salome.
Robbie Burns.
Bob Dylan.
BARDS.
Today, I'd like to speak on a topic that I have first hand knowledge of.
BARDIC MAGICK.
Bards have always been the keeper of the news, the gossip, the fantasy, the heartfelt dream.
Bards know the inner beating of your lost soul.
They can dance, sing or rhyme their way into your heart.
Bards are different than just "talented musicians".
Bards are the ones that can take a song and peer into your SOUL.
"Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song...."
I am a Bard.
No, REALLY....I am a Bard!
I work and make my living and loving with music, words and poetry.
There are times, when my mate and I sing, and the mood of the crowd CHANGES.
People look wistful.
Old grizzled men CRY.
Children Dance!
People close their eyes and REMEMBER long lost loves.
Music is a Magick thing.
MUSE-ic truly is from the Muses, as is Writing, Dance, Art and all expression.
Sometimes when I am lonely, I sing sad songs.....and it either makes me cry it out...or it cheers me.
Sometimes when I am feeling RANDY...I sing Bawdy songs and my lust springs my nipples hard...
(and if men are listening...well....they enjoy it too....I can FEEL their manhood growing with every lyric! :)
When I am in a loving mood, my love sings out and makes the world a smaller, happier place.
When I am raging with anger, I sing Murder ballads and ....well....I don't feel like killing my mate anymore.
:)
Writing helps me with my life....
And funny....I get letters that say that my writing helps others.
I HEAL through my WORDS and my SONG.
(Rick is deaf....yet, loves to "sing' with us :)
I wish to heal, help, LOVE, Grow....and help others to do so.
This is what Bards DO.
They sing SPELLS....
Parsley, Sage, Rosemary & Thyme....(Kindness/Strength/Fertility/Courage) all good things for a union of two hearts.
They, who were considered the SOURCE of all knowledge.
Yup.
MUSICIANS and WRITERS.
:)
Scheherazade.
Salome.
Robbie Burns.
Bob Dylan.
BARDS.
Today, I'd like to speak on a topic that I have first hand knowledge of.
BARDIC MAGICK.
Bards have always been the keeper of the news, the gossip, the fantasy, the heartfelt dream.
Bards know the inner beating of your lost soul.
They can dance, sing or rhyme their way into your heart.
Bards are different than just "talented musicians".
Bards are the ones that can take a song and peer into your SOUL.
"Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song...."
I am a Bard.
No, REALLY....I am a Bard!
I work and make my living and loving with music, words and poetry.
There are times, when my mate and I sing, and the mood of the crowd CHANGES.
People look wistful.
Old grizzled men CRY.
Children Dance!
People close their eyes and REMEMBER long lost loves.
Music is a Magick thing.
MUSE-ic truly is from the Muses, as is Writing, Dance, Art and all expression.
Sometimes when I am lonely, I sing sad songs.....and it either makes me cry it out...or it cheers me.
Sometimes when I am feeling RANDY...I sing Bawdy songs and my lust springs my nipples hard...
(and if men are listening...well....they enjoy it too....I can FEEL their manhood growing with every lyric! :)
When I am in a loving mood, my love sings out and makes the world a smaller, happier place.
When I am raging with anger, I sing Murder ballads and ....well....I don't feel like killing my mate anymore.
:)
Writing helps me with my life....
And funny....I get letters that say that my writing helps others.
I HEAL through my WORDS and my SONG.
(Rick is deaf....yet, loves to "sing' with us :)
I wish to heal, help, LOVE, Grow....and help others to do so.
This is what Bards DO.
They sing SPELLS....
Parsley, Sage, Rosemary & Thyme....(Kindness/Strength/Fertility/Courage) all good things for a union of two hearts.
If Music be the food of LOVE....Play on.....
Bards can weave a spell of Magick thru words, thru music, thru dance, thru poetry
A gift of the MUSES....They, who were considered the SOURCE of all knowledge.
Yup.
MUSICIANS and WRITERS.
:)
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