Climb Every Mountain

Any pedantic conceptualizations seeking to portray Mount Olympus - formed after the Gods defeated the Titans in battle – as the penultimate destination ticketed through earthbound gallantry, mortal sacrifice and battlefield honorifics, misconstrue the heavenly constitutional dictates mandated by deified pulp actors; consequently, hero worshippers courted wondrous immortal protection during their legendary transcendentalist quests, irregardless of the dangers foretold by fortuitous soothsayers, extolling the virtues of spectator divinities, hellbent on exacting capricious tolls from the piteously dishonored.

I Want Your Sex

The enduring erotic power of forlorn love should not be straightway superceded, by the transitory jubilation wrought by  mirthful sexuality cloaked as sensual fulfilment amply buttressed by passionate physicality operating in a vacuous realm of sensory degradation.  Wanton disregard of recalcitrant truisms tend, invariably, to expose naked, malcontented sensibilities linked inexorably to lustful predelictions sinufully besotted by ejaculatory dreamscapes, newly spent and diminished, without redeeming quid pro quo enlightenment surely promissory in nature, yet wholly devoid of lucid fantasy dense condensation.

The World is a Ghetto

Protracted circumcision of idealist pontifications allow political sycophants unfettered access to behavioral prohibitions. Greek theorists doggedly pursued metaphysical accouterments, vastly important to historically inferential humanistic existentialism, moreover tempered, by territorial self-determination wholly interdependent of burdensome conformity. Democratic underrepresentation oftentimes devolves into marginal entertainment, triangulated by subterranean individuality, mythic subordination and incantatory judiciality.

Food for Thought

Ambrosia and Nectar - food and drink exclusively reserved for conspicuous symbiotic consumption by the Greek Gods - represent ingestible sustenance supportive of eternal life, whose absorptive properties serve as tangential golden confectionery to the "special fluid Ichor", coursing through their immortal veins. Imprudent and gluttonous dietary affectations presage mortality and fate dispensations, absent redeemable currency woefully bereft, of corroborative musings staunchly vouchsafed, by the science of reasoning.

A Chorus Line

The synergistic beauty of the chorus'  centrality to everyday ancient Greek life, and derivative classical lyric poetry, owes as as much to its’ male members’ ability to effect compromise from individual actors, as opposed to proper reliance on understated lockstep absorption of the audience, into the oftentimes dark underbelly of  tragic presentations. As a telltale fulcrum of dramatic conventions, indeed, the functionality of choral interruptus presages learned subjugation, throughout the captive assemblage, during which, passive poetic engagement is subsumed by artistic peccadilloes.

Somebody's Watching Me

The private conveyances of Hermes - dutiful son of Zeus and the Greek Nymph Maia - bear particularly jaded scrutiny, when contemplating the parallel derivative pleasantries of Ludwig Van Beethoven's Symphony No. 9. A messenger god's expertise in magic and technology, purports to give heroic support to benign mortal athleticism, nonetheless, burnished and buffeted by ingenious interdictions of trickery and deception.

It's My Prerogative

Whereas the Greek Mythological view of the world's beginning espouses amorphous, chaotic underpinnings, methinks wondrous “creation” is afoot this fortnight with subtle dexterity and artistic flourish. As an absolutist prerogative, the imaginative inception process  winds its’ way through the peaks and valleys of the gestatory  landscape, excruciatingly  fomenting a new thing unto itself, fully capable, of immediate integration into the beauteous  blue realm of the senses.

Unchained Melody

Greek perceptions regarding "Slavery" were uniformly shaped by steadfast dicta holding that a "...man loses half of his selfhood when the day of slavery comes upon him". Whether or not, real or imagined Promethean shackles constraining outright human behavior, and latent intellectual evolution, truly represent an immovable object of pain, or an irresistible force for empowerment, depends in great measure on the tensile strength of individual psychosis, at fragile variance with supra extended conflagrations.

Baby, Tell me what'd I say...

Golden moments transfixed by spatial disquietude catapult silence into the pantheon of effective communicative spoilsport, when, oftentimes, it is "far more effective than the inferior ranted speech. Special motivations lend bedrock credulity to human force majeure, as intense grief, deep anger, emotional distress and passionate love rend mute, feckless verbosity woefully bereft of acoustical orgiastic innervison.

The Family Stone

The Greek concept of "Pollution" sought to circumscribe order within their society by "stigmatizing certain disorderly conditions" - birth, sexual activity, sacrilege and death - that were understood, when criminalized by an individual, to have the capacity nonetheless to visit disaster upon the collective state. Within the terrestrial concentric circles of the modern family dynamic, otherwise detached siblings oftentimes bandy about in disrespectful wallow, yet, toil forward in unadorned piteous ignorance, as blood immobilization disintegrates upon impact.

Dangerous Liaisons

What to make of Pandora? In Classical Greek Mythology, the first "human woman" created by the Gods was connected to the Earth - as punishment meted out by Zeus to Prometheus - and who thereupon proceeded to  unleash all manner of seductively inhuman bedlam into the world. The nature of her actions fall within the sensitive curiosity haze generated by beautiful female evil projections, that are forthwith, deliciously counterbalanced, by male inclinations, towards erotic malicious machinations of desire.

Me, Myself and I

Narcissus, the son of River God Cephissus and Nymph Liriope, was a beautiful youth who could not and did not think it ever remotely possible to love anyone other himself; that is, until he saw his very own reflection in the water and was thus so love smitten, that he could not and dared not leave the attractive visage - rooted and transfixed so until he hence perished. The beauty of the mind, body and soul ought not and shall not be quantified in ethereal subjectives that only serve to form, a delusional cloud cover, through which, contemporary disdainment and spurned inhumanity exhaust condensation.