The Westbury Horse, 1939 by Eric Ravilious
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The Westbury Horse, 1939 by Eric Ravilious
Train Landscape, 1940 by Eric Ravilious
“The best thing for anthropocentric dread, for individual anguish, for heartbreak, for illness, is interrupting your individuality. When you cannot walk, cannot move, cannot leave your bed you do not need to find a tree or landscape or butterfly to be. You can be a mote of dust. A potato bug vaulting across the room. The ten fungal spores that scintillate in each one of your inhalations. The anarchic bacterial legacy that melted into your very molecular makeup. The yellowjacket tapping his armored body against the closed window. Sometimes the answer is not to problematize your wounding, but to slip through it like a doorway into otherness. Other minds. Other types of anguish. Other animals and insects going extinct. Birds singing out courtship songs to mates that will never arrive.”
— Sophie Strand, The Birth of The Flowering Wand
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Edvard Munch, The Lonely Ones, 1895
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˚ʚ♡ Hypnos & the Erotes ♡ɞ˚
I'm sure you're all familar with Hypnos and the Erotes, respectively. But it's not as common to hear about them working together. Although, it is quite logical when you put some thought to it; "Sleep and Love, after all, are activities that both have the bed in common." - Sleep and Death
Unfortunately, most of what we know about Hypnos' association with love and the Erotes comes from Nonnus.
"Nonnus (flourished 5th century ad, b. Panopolis, Egypt) was the most notable Greek epic poet of the Roman period. His chief work is the Dionysiaca, a hexameter poem in 48 books" - Britannica
Lord Hypnos and his epithets
Lord Hypnos is the personification of sleep, child of Nyx, brother of death, Thanatos. He and death are often represented as two youths sleeping, or holding inverted torches in their hands. He does not boast a lot of Epithets, but these are the ones I could find.
List of Epithets:
Epidotes - Bountiful
Pannikitis - All-Vanquisher
Melamkhrotos - Black-skin
Latin Names:
Hypnus, Somnus, Sopor
Titles:
Soft-eyed, Black-winged, Sluggish, Drowsy, Bold, Lazy, Youthful, Sweet, Empty, Gloomy, Shadowy, Vagrant;
All-Vanquisher, Defeater of Woes, Rest of the Soul, Balm of the Soul, Peace of All the World, Stranger to Anguish, Gentlest of the Gods, Quietest of the Gods, God who knows no pain, the blackskin, the painless, son of Nyx, brother of Death, King of Slumber.
sources:
Hypnos was the ancient Greek god or personified spirit (daimon) of sleep. He dwelt in Erebus, the land of eternal darkness beyond the gates
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Hermes 🤝 Hypnos
Head Wings buddies :)
I am so normal about Hypnos and Thantatos.
I am so normal about them being intrinsically linked not just by being twins but by their roles in the universe. Sleep is the closest one can get to death without actually dying, and death is just an eternal slumber.
I am so normal about them being two sides of the same coin, not just connected by their DNA and their jobs. Needing each other to operate, needing the mortal dying of old age to be put to sleep before their soul can be reaped.
I am so normal about Hypnos having multiple lovers and children while Thanatos stays alone, content with being uncle death to his twins kids.
I am so normal about them needing each other to work efficiently. Helping each other carry bodies off the battlefield, lulling the dying to rest before they take their last breath, back winged Thanatos holding up his twin whoes head wings aren't as big and don't hold as much weight.
I am so normal about them being the light twin and the dark twin, the gentle twin and the 'scary' twin, the loved twin and the feared twin. No one truly understands them like they do each other.
I am so normal about godling death knowing he'll get the best rest possible if he just climbs into bed next to his sleepy twin and the two resting together with no stress.
I am so normal about the cthonic twins I promise.
Jorge Luis Borges, "Poem"
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