THE LIGHT OF KNOWLEDGE

that dispels IGNORANCE

The FLAME of LIFE—the creative principle

nightingale—lark--Papageno

Only birds and humans can sing

The Sumerians invented the harp—LYRE

Orpheus the poet, the magical singer, half-man-half-god, moved all of nature by his song—of love and death and grief—

of death invading the happiness of love.

MEDEAby Euripides is the greatest DRAMA centered on MOTHERHOOD.

My book: THE BLUE MIRROR, page 396--- is about the universal, heart-breaking-story

of a mother and her decisions about the future of her children.

The Great Dionysia was a song and dance festival proclaiming the might of Athens.

Giving their religion center stage

created strong bonds between folks sharing the same language.

GREECE--ATHENS:

THE GREAT DIONYSIA

A SONG and DANCE CULTURE

Poetry and Its Public in Ancient Greece

From HOMER to the Fifth Century

Stripped of its ornamentation and color (rhythm, meter) poetry becomes nothing but LANGUAGE—WORDS pure and simple.

LEIBNIZ

1646--1716

If you have an "idea of something" you must express it: either you say it in proper WORDS or you present the idea symbolically. The VISION of the symbol is powerful: a PICTURE is worth more than a thousand WORDS.

WITTGENSTEIN

1889-1951

We live in a linguistic universe where REALITY is what we construct in WORDS.

Some of my poems

The Seat of Melpomene

SORROW is begging—have mercy, have grace

as tragedy is looking straight into my face.

TRAGEDY is dripping in wild cold tears,

moaning and groaning are permeating my ears.

REVENGE is cutting through flesh and through bone

bloodthirsty—done by maniacs and demons alone.

Brother Orestes and sister Electra

killing their mother queen Clytemnestra

avenging Agamemnon their father and king.

MELPOMENE oh MELPOMENE—your ode I’ll never sing!

The Ritual

I like going to church because of the RITUAL

as it unites mankind in the rational and the spiritual.

The Celestial influx—mystical interpretations

of inspirations—sublimations—renunciations.

The Perception of the external and the internal—

the celestial from the spiritual from the rational.

The Contemplations of the temptations

of the flesh and of the spirit—Condemnations.

The ways of the faith are obscure and latent

but the devil’s ways are many and patent.

Magic

My mind is like a magic lamp,

the magic lamp of Aladdin.

Touched once—you see the glow,

the glow of wonder so enthralling.

Touched twice—you see the spell,

the spell of Sirens so bewitching!

Touched thrice—the doors of golden glory,

the glory of Calypso so enchanting.

Touched four times—the magic carpet,

the carpet of flights-of-fancy.

Touched five times—

I wave the Wand-of-Magic,

The Wand-of-Magic of My Mind...

A Rambling Rose

A pretty princess—a real sleeping beauty

was kept in a castle of rambling roses.

A real wonderworker—being on duty

and looking into his crystal ball—imposes:

"It is high time that I wake her up!"

And with his magic wand, his magic hand,

by his command, his words so bold,

he waved his abracadabra in roses-land.

Lo and behold—it therefore is told

that she awoke and thus she rose.

She smiled and he smiled—and he said:

"What are you planning to do, my pretty one?"

"I'm going to sing your ode"—she gratefully said.

"To let the whole wide world know what you have done:

That you are the creator of—CAMELIA ROSE

Linton A. Whitaker, MD

Amigos para siempre

Our future is no longer science fiction.

IF WE TAKE THE UNIVERSE ITSELF

AS GOD,

THAN THERE IS NO DENYING GOD.

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