Broad-bordered Bee Hawkmoth
This beautiful furry moth is named Hemaris fuciformis (Sphingidae), a day-flying species that inhabits clearings, forest edges, forest gap systems and shrub-reach areas in grasslands and slopes.
The distribution of the species extends from Northwest Africa across most of Europe until well into Asia.
Photo credit: ©Steve Covey | Locality: Captive bred (UK)
In the first version, Persephone
is taken from her mother
and the goddess of the earth
punishes the earth—this is
consistent with what we know of human behavior,
that human beings take profound satisfaction
in doing harm, particularly
we may call this
sojourn in hell continues to be
pawed over by scholars who dispute
the sensations of the virgin:
did she cooperate in her rape,
or was she drugged, violated against her will,
as happens so often now to modern girls.
As is well known, the return of the beloved
does not correct
the loss of the beloved: Persephone
stained with red juice like
a character in Hawthorne—
I am not certain I will
keep this word: is earth
“home” to Persephone? Is she at home, conceivably,
in the bed of the god? Is she
at home nowhere? Is she
a born wanderer, in other words
replica of her own mother, less
hamstrung by ideas of causality?
You are allowed to like
no one, you know. The characters
are not people.
They are aspects of a dilemma or conflict.
Three parts: just as the soul is divided,
ego, superego, id. Likewise
the three levels of the known world,
a kind of diagram that separates
heaven from earth from hell.
You must ask yourself:
where is it snowing?
White of forgetfulness,
It is snowing on earth; the cold wind says
Persephone is having sex in hell.
Unlike the rest of us, she doesn’t know
what winter is, only that
she is what causes it.
She is lying in the bed of Hades.
What is in her mind?
Is she afraid? Has something
blotted out the idea
She does know the earth
is run by mothers, this much
is certain. She also knows
she is not what is called
a girl any longer. Regarding
incarceration, she believes
she has been a prisoner since she has been a daughter.
The terrible reunions in store for her
will take up the rest of her life.
When the passion for expiation
is chronic, fierce, you do not choose
the way you live. You do not live;
you are not allowed to die.
You drift between earth and death
which seem, finally,
strangely alike. Scholars tell us
that there is no point in knowing what you want
when the forces contending over you
could kill you.
White of forgetfulness,
white of safety—
there is a rift in the human soul
which was not constructed to belong
entirely to life. Earth
asks us to deny this rift, a threat
disguised as suggestion—
as we have seen
in the tale of Persephone
which should be read
as an argument between the mother and the lover—
the daughter is just meat.
When death confronts her, she has never seen
the meadow without the daisies.
Suddenly she is no longer
singing her maidenly songs
about her mother’s
beauty and fecundity. Where
the rift is, the break is.
Song of the earth,
song of the mythic vision of eternal life—
shattered with the strain
of trying to belong to earth—
What will you do,
when it is your turn in the field with the god?
|—||Persephone, The Wanderer. Louise Gluck (1943). (via cannellaeluce)|
can we all just take a minute to imagine steve rogers’ face the first time he heard someone say “motherfucker” casually
This gets me every time
Thor’s pop-tart and Steve’s face omg
erik lehnsherr + turtleneck(s)
Over a month ago I teased that I would be doing something special when I reached a special number of followers. Right before I went on vacation (which was the week before I moved and started a new job), I reached 500 followers!!!!
I now have over 500, and this is long…
The perfect cuddling couch.
That is not a couch. That is a nest, and I want one.
ugh give me
You do not know how long I would spend on it
Has anybody ever actually gotten salmonella from eating raw cookie dough or are people just trying to stop me from living my life