#virbius

[galusandmalus]

"But in truth, as we have said above, Virbius is a divinity connected to Diana, as Attis is to the mother god , Erichthonius to Minerva , Adonis to Venus " -servius commentary on aenead

[fleurbleedinghearts]

The Romans were so real for having Diana deify Hippolytus as Virbius.

I love that kid he deserved it.

[agrumina]

Hippolytus Virbius is far away both from Troezen and Athens.

Father can’t find him here and, even if he did, probably he wouldn’t recognize him and he wouldn’t be as furious as he was back then.

That’s why Virbius doesn’t understand why he doesn’t feel nor secure, nor safe.

Is it because he still has to get used to being alive again?

“You know, you’re not the only one who acted lost after returning.”

Why does the sound of horses or thunders make him want to run or grab a weapon?

Why won’t that woman’s words and Father’s accusations leave his mind?

Why thinking about what once was his home doesn’t bring him any consolation?

Is this all part of having to get used to be alive again?

[florent-desanthemes]

Illustration bizarrement foutue dont le noir et blanc traînait depuis un moment.

Et puisqu’il va être temps de penser couleur pour ce qui m’occupe actuellement, je lui ai réglé son compte ( 2 ans plus tard).

Rex Nemorensis

[greenspotblue]

Excerpt from Virbius (vii)

Summer purple vestments powered thru October air ribbons which swayed for a new noodle of teaming wind so let leaves descend    so let the little men meet in their sweltering rooms of dark oak & mahogany swollen to hold their heads.

This evolving of crisp November air swirls leaves for our thoughts like tall structures under atmospheric pressures, swayed by the increasing knots and solitary in my window

I open a screen and lean my nose to the first scents of this winter which we know might come and never end    as cities empty from the once temperate, for equatorial migration    will this permafrost suspend or send me finally beyond the strings which no sisters could yet cut.

[greenspotblue]

Excerpt from Virbius (vi)

An absent light shines; may you find my lantern with glow installed for the moments stalled like a train between electric rails, no momentum

carrying forward our walled desires. Lit as if green sea glass rolled by sun, the luminescence of eyes on a porch looking at river and cliffs slung opposite, black rooking crows among black outcrop of rocks, and the red

poppies sway to sweep of wind like erogenous flesh tingled by soapy fingers of humidity, over time we wet mopping air swamp and linger breaths, swim currents too strong to invented be, too much the courseway spills us out or drowned we’d leave.

A weigela sprouts roots as its limbs lay down, unstaked, only weight of leaves and length and contact are needed for tentacles to grip exposed ground

so like a stranger’s eyes upon another, sending     out probes, did mine always seek and spill       of loss and suspicion. The exile’s tell leaks

from iris to iris a shooting batch of what lustrum    meant, like ancient music on a soft batch      off moss from gate front thick were each

little licks which titivate the flesh.

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[glamour-noir]

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