Syzou

"Tell me, Frank, what has happened to us all? Would you ever have thought it could come to this?'
          'No. But that's what power does. We weren't prepared for it, we didn't know how to handle it and we still don't.'
          'I couldn't live the way he wanted me to. It made me feel shy and ashamed. What use was a servant to me? How did that sort of life fit in with what we'd been fighting for? I didn't want to have anything that other people couldn't have. I felt all the time I was betraying something. What earthly difference was there between us and the pre-war bosses? We lived on the fat of the land while other people had ration cards. I couldn't look them in the face, it was like a reproach the whole time.
          When he wanted the divorce it hurt terribly, but now I'm glad. This is a musty, mouldering old house, but I'm happier here all the same.'
          'Have you been to see him?'
          'No, and I shan't. For me he died a long time ago. Perhaps I loved him too much in the old davs to see him as he really was. The man who left me wasn't him, it was a stranger.'
          
          The Taste of Power, Ladislav Mnacko 
          
          Great work, originally written in Slovak,  and actually was translated to English, yay. 
          As the title suggests, the book depicts a man who “tasted power” and basically wanted more until it inevitable changed him. 
          10/10 would recommend. 

“The night is darkening round me
          The wild winds coldly blow
          But a tyrant spell has bound me
          And I cannot cannot go
          The giant trees are bending
          Their bare boughs weighed with snow
          And the storm is fast descending
          And yet I cannot go
          Clouds beyond clouds above me
          Wastes beyond wastes below
          But nothing drear can move me
          I will not cannot go
          ”
          
          
          The Night is Darkening Round Me
          Emily Brontë
           #dailydoseofpoetry

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"For l am the first and the last.
          I am the honored one and the scorned one. lam the whore and the holy one.
          I am the wife and the virgin. lam the mother and the daughter. lam the members of my mother.
          I am the barren one and many are her sons.
          I am she whose wedding is great, and I have not taken a husband.
          
          …
          
          Why, you who hate me, do you love me, and hate those who love me?
          You who deny me, confess me, and you who confess me, deny me.
          You who tell the truth about me, lie about me, and you who have lied about me, tell the truth about me.
          You who know me, be ignorant of me,
          and those who have not known me, let them know me."
          
          The Thunder, Perfect Mind from Nag Hammadi, translated by George W. MacRae
          
          Wow, it's been a long time since the last time l've been here. Frankly speaking, I kind of forgot that I even have a Wattpad account, lol. But yeah, these past months were crazy. Hopefully, with Hollidays approaching, l'll be finally able to pop in here from time to time.
          Anyways, I wish y'all happy Hollidays, peace, and quiet.
          Bye-bye for now, 
          Syzou.

“To have a thought, there must be an object- 
          the field is empty, sloshed with gold, a hayfield thick with sunshine. 
          There must be an object so land a man there, solid on his feet, on solid ground, 
          in a field fully flooded, enough light to see him clearly, 
          
          the light on his skin and bouncing off his skin.
          He’s easy to desire since there’s not much to him,
          vague and smeary in his ochers, in his umbers, 
          burning in the open field.
          Forget about his insides, his plumbing and his furnaces, put a thing in his hand and be done with it. “
          
          Landscape with a blur of conquerors; 
          War of the Foxes, Richard Siken

“The unwise man weens all who smile
          and flatter him are his friends 
          nor notes how oft they speak him ill
          when he sits in the circle of wise.
          
          The unwise man weens all who smile
          and flatter him are his friends 
          but when he shall come into court he shall find 
          there are few to defend his cause.”
          
          one more from Hávamál
          (stanzas 24&25)

“I trow I hung on that windy Tree
          nine whole days and nights,
          stabbed with a spear, offered to Odin,
          myself to mine own self given,
          high on that Tree of which none hath heard
          from what roots it rises to heaven.”
          
          stanza 137
          Hávamál- Words of Odin the High One
          from the Elder or Poetic Edda 
          
          This poem is important (if not the most important) part of early Norse cultural ethics and as was stated above, are told by Odin. The part I dared to excerpt describes a crucial part of Odin’s epic adventure quest for gaining knowledge (the highest of the Asgardian gods, the All-Father,  the “main god”… you get it), he hangs himself in Yggdrasil (to put it simply - the tree of life) so as to gain the knowledge of words and runes. 
          
          My own knowledge of Norse mythology is limited, therefore, I apologize beforehand for any inaccurracies that may occur :))
          
          
          Link to the whole thing : https://sites.pitt.edu/~dash/havamal.html
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“In another world they do not put a man to death for asking questions: assuredly not. For besides being happier than we are, they will be immortal, if what is said is true.”
          
          Plato, The Apology of Socrates
          
          ‘ve been into reading philosophy lately-

“Some men say an army of horse and some men say an army on foot and some men say an army of ships is the most beautiful thing on the black earth. But I say it is what you love.”
          
          Sappho, Fragment 16 (Carson’s translation)