Tele*Coyote (11.29.2021)

*Fun Surprise Guest in keeping with our Wordsmith & Druidic theme: Seán Pádraig O’Donoghue joins us tonight!
 

Bly: doing Rumi-ish:  

 
“Just to find someone – bearing one sign of the Other World in this town would be helpful…”
 
 
Neptune (NASA)
 

Neptune stationing-

(Direct Wednesday December 1st at 8:22 am et)

Inward dreaming – to outward spiraling

and to deepen the opportune Mystery

 

Tis

Dark o Moon – when we gather back-stage for positive Intrigue

before eclipse,

whose cycle began Dec 4, 1983

humming….

New Moon Friday December 3, 11:43 pm pt

Saturday December 4th 2:43 am et

 

Neptune says : “You provide the metaphors – we’ll provide the molecules!”

 

Metatron’s Cube, Ann-Marie Cheung

If any of us have a favorite Robert Bly poem, or translation by Bly – Sharing…would be most welcome…

 

Jupiter so prominent in his birth and death chart,

Let’s imagine the Community of ancestral poets and story-tellers greeting him….

in congratulatory collegial embrace….

 

Let’s all imagine who would be in that Community…

Neruda, Gallway Kinnell – and more,

Speaking of the latter, I like disrupting the hagiography :

Remembering an annoying poem of Robert’s, cruel to donkey:

“I used to give Robert, and Galway Kinnell grief for these needless contrived cruelties to animals in their poetry, as over-compensating, still saying to Daddy, “I may be a poet, but not a wuss…see…cruelty…” and they pretty much liked having good grief bestowed upon them.. Kinnell said, a tone of slight incredulity, “so shall I re-write the poem,

so the snake no longer dies as a result of brash boy poet’s heedless cruelty?”

“Yes!”.. I rejoindered.

So the 3 of us hooked arms and went off for a few drinks, ostensibly to re-write their poems,

but after Robert had two martinis, we moved on from that play…to Robert saying wicked witty deft things about poets and story-tellers in 9 words- an artform… And we agreed, as the Inanna myth reminds us, : “that anyone unchallenged, will become a tyrant.” So we toasted: “To challenging each other (with a playful heart) – as a public service!”

 
 
 

 

 

We honor his Jupiter opposite Moon Neptune,

the inherited transmission, redeemed, and spiraled forth into larger Community..

 

Considering Jupiter and Neptune (2 “rulers” of Pisces)….

 

Jupiter Rising east exact same degree as when Robert was born…Neptune stationing…

 
 
 
Lunar Eclipse photo collage: Cory Schmitz

 

What baton of fresh-story telling be bequeathed to us all…

 

May (fill in blank) be eclipsed by (fill in blank)…

 

The eclipse degree is “A widow’s past is brought to light, Re-discovering one’s dreams in a new way. Creating more positive imaginings. Renewing one’s capacity for love. Revelations. Courage to make a new life.”

 

 
 
 
 

Note that Spicy sizzling deep delving Mars 20+ Scorpio (My Venus), exactly trines stationing Neptune…

One of the greatest sacraments – deep delving investigative perspicacity- with an all encompassing imaginative altruistic kind heart…

 

All the Bards

(and Satirists a’ la Jonathan Swift)

 

be available…

 

http://celticmythpodshow.com/Resources/Amergin.php

Amergin’s Song of Becoming:

John Carey’s Translation

John Carey’s translation: from The Celtic Heroic Age (2003) (pg. 265)

108. As he set his right foot upon Ireland, Amairgen Glúngel son of Míl recited this poem:

“I am a wind in the sea (for depth)
I am a sea-wave upon the land (for heaviness)
I am the sound of the sea (for fearsomeness)
I am a stag of seven combats (for strength)
I am a hawk upon a cliff (for agility)
I am a tear-drop of the sun (for purity)
I am fair (i.e. there is no plant fairer than I)
I am a boar for valour (for harshness)
I am a salmon in a pool (for swiftness)
I am a lake in a plain (for size)
I am the excellence of arts (for beauty)
I am a spear that wages battle with plunder.
I am a god who forms subjects for a ruler
Who explains the stones of the mountains?
Who invokes the ages of the moon?
Where lies the setting fo the sun?
Who bears cattle from the house of Tethra?
Who are the cattle of Tethra who laugh?
What man, what god forms weapons?
Indeed, then;
I invoked a satirist…
a satirist of wind.”


 
 

Gods & Fighting Men, Lady Gregory, Part 1 Book 3

I am the wind on the sea;
I am the wave of the sea;
I am the bull of seven battles;
I am the eagle on the rock
I am a flash from the sun;
I am the most beautiful of plants;
I am a strong wild boar;
I am a salmon in the water;
I am a lake in the plain;
I am the word of knowledge;
I am the head of the spear in battle;
I am the god that puts fire in the head;
Who spreads light in the gathering on the hills?
Who can tell the ages of the moon?
Who can tell the place where the sun rests?


 

Celtic Myth & Legend, Charles Squire, p.124

De Jubainville: Cycle Mythologique.
See also the Transactions of the Ossianic Society, Vol. V.

“I am the wind that blows upon the sea,”
sang Amergin;
“I am the ocean wave;
I am the murmur of the surges;
I am seven battalions;
I am a strong bull;
I am an eagle on a rock;
I am a ray of the sun;
I am the most beautiful of herbs;
I am a courageous wild boar;
I am a Salmon in the water;
I am a lake upon a plain;
I am a cunning artist;
I am a gigantic, sword-wielding champion;
I can shift my shape like a god.
In what direction shall we go?
Shall we hold our council in the valley or on the mountain-top?
Where shall we make our home?
What land is better than this island of the setting sun?
Where shall we walk to and fro in peace and safety?
Who can find you clear springs of water as I can?
Who can tell you the age of the moon but I?
Who can call the fish from the depths of the sea as I can?
Who can cause them to come near the shore as I can?
Who can change the shapes of the hills and headlands as I can?
I am a bard who is called upon by seafarers to prophesy.
Javelins shall be wielded to avenge our wrongs.
I prophesy victory.
I end my song by prophesying all other good things
.”

 

Celtic Myths & Legends, Chapter 3: Irish Invasion Myths

I am the Wind that blows over the sea,
I am the Wave of the Ocean;
I am the Murmur of the billows;
l am the Ox of the Seven Combats;
l am the Vulture upon the rock;
I am a Ray of the Sun;
I am the fairest of Plants;
I am a Wild Boar in valour;
I am a Salmon in the Water;
I am a Lake in the plain;
l am the Craft of the artificer;
I am a Word of Science;
I am the Spear-point that gives battle;
I am the god that creates in the head of man the fire of thought.
Who is it that enlightens the assembly upon the mountain, if not I?
Who telleth the ages of the moon, if not I?
Who showeth the place where the sun goes to rest, if not I?”

“De Jubainville,… observes upon this strange utterance:
“There is a lack of order in this composition, the ideas, fundamental and subordinate, are jumbled together without method; but there is no doubt as to the meaning: the filé [poet] is the Word of Science, he is the god who gives to man the fire of thought; and as science is not distinct from its object, as God and Nature are but one, the being of the filé is mingled with the winds and the waves, with the wild animals and the warrior’s arms.”

 
 

All worthy of wonder….

 

The more erudition, words, metaphors, the more portals of participatory cahooting be available…

for us and world…

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  1. /Users/ritafiedler/Desktop/Art for Robt Bly-ish Article .JPG *** Here’s a little illustration I made in a December 1990 article for “What’s Happening” ( a free newspaper in Eugene, OR) Robert Bly is mentioned in it several times…:) (If the art doesn’t appear in this email I have also posted it to the Coyote’s Facebook page :)***

    Also, I nominate Robert Hunter , Grateful Dead lyricist, as a Bard for our times 🙂

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