#arisbe

[sksjjsjwjejsjwos]

arisbe's kids are a spectrum because why are they ranging from trojan war commander to guy who trips people in footraces to guy who can't shoot straight to DIVER BIRD

[dilfaeneas]

Arisbe (Priams first wife and mother of his eldest son) doesn't seem thrilled with Hecub

[sksjjsjwjejsjwos]

nisus being arisbe’s son makes the family tree so much more complicated

like what the fuck do you mean he was a half brother of the guy that prophesied paris’ destruction of troy and turned into a seabird and what the fuck do you mean he could’ve been ascanius’ uncle and what the fuck do you mean that cyzicus from the argonautica was his uncle what

the fact that aesacus was taught by his maternal grandfather (aka the one he shared with nisus) merops how to interpret dreams?? do you think he taught arisbe’s sons by hyrtacus too

and yeah i do imagine him to see priam’s children as older siblings and/or family friends despite arisbe and priam still being super awkward around each other

[sksjjsjwjejsjwos]

nisus and his diver bird half brother

[sksjjsjwjejsjwos]

right so ascanius promised nisus two silver cups from the city of ARISBE in book 9????? and nisus' brother asius was mentioned to have come from and led soldiers from arisbe in the iliad???? was this meant to mean something

actually now that i think about it where did nisus even come from lmao. the aeneid said he came from ida but asius was mentioned to have come from arisbe in the iliad?? huh

[chicagoreview]

A person throws a stone

as fact through air not

fact but appearance of

fact floating in vacua

Blind existential being

may possibly not occur

at all we know nothing

with absolute certainty

of existent things not even

the single "word" the

— excerpted from Susan Howe's Arisbe (later transformed into the opening section of Pierce-Arrow), published in Chicago Review 43:4

[ravingemma]

The scream that he issued into the red dawn was primeval, eye-wateringly loud and stratospheric in pitch. Every sizable piece of glass that had survived the blaze vibrated fiercely before shattering explosively, spraying jagged shards outwards with considerable force. Some of the glittering fragments soared around the ashen and disarrayed Arisbe, catching the crimson light and casting triangles of refracted scarlet onto his shirt sleeves, his hands, even one over his cheek. Across the street tiny pieces of mortar crumbled away from their bricks and chips of masonry flew through the air, which itself sang as though under tension.

-Chapter 28, Echo Rising