Begin 2024 with me by invoking the muse. We have so many stories to hear this year. We have so many stories to figure out how to tell.
O Divine Poesy, goddess, daughter of Zeus,
sustain for me this song of the various-minded man who,
after he had plundered the innermost citadel of hallowed Troy,
was made to stay grievously about the coasts of men,
the sport of their customs, good and bad,
while his heart, through all the sea-faring,
ached with an agony to redeem himself and bring his company safe home.
Vain hope – for them.
Their own witlessness cast them aside.
To destroy for meat the oxen of the most exalted Sun,
wherefore the Sun-god blotted out the day of their return.
Make this tale live for us in all its many bearings, O Muse.
– from Homer’s Odyssey, translation by T.E. Lawrence (Lawrence of Arabia)
I can’t wait to get started.
ps. from Poesy the goddess, we get the word poetry. The words of gods, for the peoples of gods. I am but a humble, modern m-e-t-h-o-dist man.