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The God Pan

Re: The God Pan

PostAuthor: TheWiseHedgewitch » Thu Sep 30, 2010 9:27 am

By Agalasha (Agalasha) on Sunday, June 14, 2009 - 09:29 pm:

I think this whole thing is absolutely BRILLIANT. I have been trying to get started on a sculpture of Pan to add into a niche in our garden. Not just a nice faun like little Mr. Tumnus from CS Lewis but wildish and erect, something to give a bit of a start!

Sometimes during our esbats we hear fleeting flute music that sends "cosquillas" up our spines... it's THAT I want to capture. Now this thread is giving me the impetus... BRING BACK PAN, INDEED!

BBFTS!
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Re: The God Pan

PostAuthor: TheWiseHedgewitch » Thu Sep 30, 2010 9:28 am

By Freyawyche (Freyawyche) on Tuesday, June 16, 2009 - 08:14 am:

PAN
Chapter the Second

Full moon rise, insects call
Heat of day is not at all.
Sweet young lovers quietly
Walk alone by grass and arching tree.
As if in Eden’s nighttime shade
They stroll along so unafraid.
Oh city man! By love enthralled
Your modern castle is no good.
When met at night by horn and hoof in
God’s lost deepening wood.
Draw close your lover lest she as well
be stolen away by a deeper spell.
Sightings abound under full moon’s glow
Having caught the attention of those we know.
Of half man, half goat- which part is god? At night transformed
Tramping, tramping field and sod.
From man to goat, from calm to fright
Crazy laughter fills the night.
Running wild his disguise he sheds
Left on the ground by the flowerbeds.
Civilization’s thin veneer
Cast rudely aside with a grunt and a sneer.
Then out he comes, Earth’s truest beast
Snorting air, searching out the night.
He waits for morning’s orchid light,
For then the cruel nature’s ravishing heart
Is left alone and does depart
For something else –
Curling horns, hoofs, legs adorned – loved by nymph, (by man is scorned)
Player of flute and pipes is he.

So who would think a goat could play?
Who would think – a god!
And who could think this god would be
Protector of animals small and wee?
For I have seen him dancing round
His horns a-curled and his nostrils flare
Whilst carrying a babe in arms –
Small, wounded, lost and unaware,
Yet snuggled tight in papa’s hair.
Warmed by breath of beastly god
A-dancing on the morning sod.
Making music with the reeds from the river.

FreyaWyche
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Re: The God Pan

PostAuthor: TheWiseHedgewitch » Thu Sep 30, 2010 9:28 am

By Wildwood (Wildwood) on Tuesday, June 16, 2009 - 11:04 am:

I'm glad I asked for a poem Freyawyche - it looks as though we might get more than one. Poetry never comes easily unless it is within your inner self, and your writing shows that. I can understand that your shameless and audacious flirtation also applies to Pan, I think Freya might approve!

As for writing a poem myself, after your efforts I would feel self conscious. I tried Haiku once - the brevity says a great deal but is inadequate for Pan's complexity. A Sonnet would not be appropriate - too technical (though Shakespeare would probably done a good job). My biggest problem would be finding the words to describe this beast from the earth. Eroticism and base earthiness can be difficult companions - or maybe they are the same!

Nonetheless I think that further inspiration from your poetry, your teaching - might, possibly, in the remote future bear the fruit of some inadequate words.

Its good stuff though, and I think Agalasha agrees.

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Re: The God Pan

PostAuthor: TheWiseHedgewitch » Thu Sep 30, 2010 9:29 am

By Agalasha (Agalasha) on Friday, June 19, 2009 - 05:49 pm:

Indeed Wildwood, how could I not?!?

I myself am having little luck fooling around with a sonnet right now, but do find find the Italian form slightly more forgiving than the English.

And "by accident" found this whilst searching thru some old posts, in "Yuletide Carols" - followed the link in the first post by June.

Faunus the Roman Goat Foot

Faunus the Roman Goat-God
Had a very rigid prick
And if you ever saw it
You would say it's quite a trick
All the other deities
Used to leer suggestively
They always wanted Faunus
To Join in the revelry

Then one frosty Saturnal
Juno made this call
"Faunus since you're hung so well,
Won't you ring my solstice bell?"
Then all the others pouted
And they muttered jealously
"Faunus, the Roman goat-god
Better save a turn for me!"

Right up there with bedknobs and broomsticks... tee hee....
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Re: The God Pan

PostAuthor: TheWiseHedgewitch » Thu Sep 30, 2010 9:29 am

By Freyawyche (Freyawyche) on Friday, June 19, 2009 - 07:59 pm:

Well! Talk about goat's milk!This made Miss Scarlett blush, I must say.
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Re: The God Pan

PostAuthor: TheWiseHedgewitch » Thu Sep 30, 2010 9:29 am

By Peterpan (Peterpan) on Sunday, June 21, 2009 - 03:04 pm:

God Pan? ;) im His son, im His peter! Happy Solstice! peterHis ;)
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Re: The God Pan

PostAuthor: TheWiseHedgewitch » Thu Sep 30, 2010 9:30 am

By Micha (Micha) on Monday, June 22, 2009 - 03:08 pm:

Really enjoyed reading thru those old posts - and it seemed so apt having just returned from a long walk thru the woods with my pooch! Also - I'm now seriously thinking about reading Wind in the Willows - I must have been no more than 9yrs old the last time!
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Re: The God Pan

PostAuthor: TheWiseHedgewitch » Thu Sep 30, 2010 9:30 am

By Wildwood (Wildwood) on Monday, June 22, 2009 - 07:16 pm:

Micha and Peterfriend

Good to see you both again.

B.B.

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Re: The God Pan

PostAuthor: TheWiseHedgewitch » Thu Sep 30, 2010 9:30 am

By Micha (Micha) on Wednesday, June 24, 2009 - 09:32 pm:

Why thankyou Wildwood! Its always nice to pass by here again - usually it occurs around a sabbat but sometimes due to a 'nudge' from somewhere! Anyway its always a good thing - there is so much to learn from the people here. Hope you all are well.
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Re: The God Pan

PostAuthor: TheWiseHedgewitch » Thu Sep 30, 2010 9:31 am

By Freyawyche (Freyawyche) on Saturday, June 26, 2010 - 01:50 am:

I found a new poem on Pan. In this one He does the talking. A lovely Victorian piece
by Percy Bysshe Shelley :

From the forests and highlands
We come, we come;
From the river-girt islands,
Where loud waves are dumb
Listening my sweet pipings.
The wind in the reeds and the rushes,
The bees on the bells of thyme,
The birds on the myrtle bushes,
The cicale above in the lime,
And the lizards below in the grass,
Were as silent as ever old Tmolus was,
Listening my sweet pipings.


Liquid Peneus was flowing,
And all dark Tempe lay
In Pelion's shadow, outgrowing
The light of the dying day,
Speeded by my sweet pipings.
The Sileni, and Sylvans, and Fauns,
And the Nymphs of the woods and the waves,
To the edge of the moist river-lawns,
And the brink of the dewy caves,
And all that did then attend and follow,
Were silent with love, as you now, Apollo,
With envy of my sweet pipings.


I sang of the dancing stars,
I sang of the daedal Earth,
And of Heaven, and the giant wars,
And Love, and Death, and Birth—
And then I chang'd my pipings,
Singing how down the vale of Maenalus
I pursu'd a maiden and clasp'd a reed.
Gods and men, we are all deluded thus!
It breaks in our bosom and then we bleed.
All wept, as I think both ye now would,
If envy or age had not frozen your blood,
At the sorrow of my sweet pipings.
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