Thinking About Him.

“After screaming, [Cassandra] calls out the name of Apollo sixth times, then again a seventh time, but the seventh time, by shifting the inflexion of the name slightly, she shows its etymology. Apollo’s name is cognate with the Greek verb apollesthai, “to destroy utterly, kill, slay, demolish, lay waste.” By crying out “Apollon emos”, Cassandra can designate the god as “my Apollo” and “my destroyer” at the same time in the same words.”

— Anne Carson, excerpt of Cassandra Float Can, from Float (via mythaelogy)

Okay, now I'm feeling vindictive

This is worse, in its way, than the pornbots.

Here's something that turned up in my ask box just now.

...So. You've all seen these. Some of them are genuine. Lots aren't.

Here's where their message leads:

...Okay. The first warning sign: this account is about 3 days old.

But the second: searching on the details of the plea for help via Google, what do we find but...

...Poor Macaroni has repeatedly been hit by cars, and has repeatedly suffered busted femurs, since 2015.

"This," as the saying goes, "starts to look like carelessness." :/

Taking advantage of the kindness of strangers this way is vile... and plainly there's no shortage of people willing to indulge.

So: yeah, I'll be delighted to help the OP get some more traction on this! You betcha. By:

Blocking. Reporting. Reporting to PayPal as well. And dropping @staff a note, when I have a moment. Because allowing this stuff to prosper here just invites more people to try it on. :/

...Pass the news around, friends. ("And call it Macaroni.")

Reblog if you think public libraries are important and should be maintained.

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'' I whose rays make the lines of thunder, And whose altars the universe worships; I whose greatest gods would fear war, Can I take mortals without dishonour?

I attack in spite of myself their proud envy, Their audacity overcame my nature and fate; For my virtue which is only to give life, Is now forced to kill them.

I free my altars from these troublesome obstacles, And trampling on these brigands whom my darts will punish, From now on everyone will come to my oracles, And prevent the harm that may befall him.

It is I who penetrate the hardness of the trees, Tear from their hearts a learned voice, Who silences the winds, who makes the marbles speak, And who traces to fate the conduct of kings.

It is I whose warmth gives life to roses, And raise up the buried fruits, I give duration and color to things, And bring to life the radiance of the whiteness of the lilies.

So little that I am absent, a cloak of darkness Holds with cold horror heaven and earth covered, The most beautiful orchards are funereal objects, And when my eye is closed everything dies in the universe.''

''Apollon Champion'', Théophile de Viau, (french poet, 1590-1626)

Bust of Apollo, marble. Late XVII/ XVIII°

My soul is beneath the waves

Artemis, mistress of animals and protector of the young. 

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