
2024-08-19 02999-tod-039152 Dragonfly
NIKON D7500 – ƒ/6.3 1/500 600mm ISO320 – Cross Lake, MN

2024-08-19 02999-tod-039152 Dragonfly
NIKON D7500 – ƒ/6.3 1/500 600mm ISO320 – Cross Lake, MN


Un mosaico che rappresenta una scena bacchica o panica è stato trovato a Eretria, nella Grecia sud-orientale, durante l’installazione di una nuova conduttura idrica.
Gli archeologi hanno portato alla luce un pavimento a mosaico di ciottoli con una scena centrale raffigurante due satiri. Il pavimento risale alla metà del IV secolo a.C. e appartiene a una casa del tardo periodo classico.
L’antichità di Eretria è attestata dalla menzione nell’Iliade di Omero, dove viene descritta come una delle città che inviarono navi per partecipare alla guerra di Troia.
Durante l’VIII secolo a.C., Eretria diventò una delle potenze regionali più influenti dell’epoca. La città esercitava il controllo sulle isole dell’Egeo e su ampi territori della Grecia centrale, fondando colonie lungo la costa settentrionale dell’Egeo, in Italia continentale e in Sicilia.
Già nel IV secolo a.C., le case di Eretria erano costruite con uno stile architettonico classico che includeva un cortile centrale a peristilio, circondato da stanze private e aree pubbliche.
Questi edifici erano progettati per ospitare non solo la famiglia, ma anche gli ospiti, in occasione di eventi ufficiali e celebrazioni private.
Nel corso degli scavi è stata scoperta una stanza di poco meno di 12 piedi quadrati, con muri superstiti sui lati sud ed est.
Il pavimento della stanza è coperto di piccoli ciottoli bianchi naturali, mentre al centro si trova un medaglione circolare con ciottoli neri come sfondo.
Su questo sfondo nero sono rappresentati i due satiri nudi, con code di capra, orecchie a punta e corna. Uno dei satiri, un giovane senza barba, suona il flauto doppio, mentre l’altro, più anziano e barbuto, sembra danzare al ritmo della musica.
I dettagli dei loro volti e corpi erano evidenziati con ciottoli rossi, gialli, bianchi e neri, mentre i loro capelli erano resi con ciottoli gialli.
Il satiro è una figura mitica maschile, compagna di Pan e Dioniso, che abita nei boschi e sulle montagne. È una divinità minore, personificazione della fertilità e della forza vitale della natura, connessa con il culto dionisiaco. Nella mitologia romana corrisponde al fauno.
Un pavimento rialzato alto circa un pollice è stato scoperto lungo i lati nord ed est della stanza, una caratteristica comune in altre case dell’epoca a Eretria.
Questa piattaforma era utilizzata per posizionare divani reclinabili, identificando la stanza come uno spazio per banchetti.
Il motivo dei satiri in scena al centro del pavimento si inserisce in questo contesto, poiché queste stanze erano destinate a celebrazioni, riunioni e divertimenti.
Nel V-VI secolo d.C., all’inizio dell’era cristiana l’abitazione abbandonata e fu utilizzata come cimitero. Furono scoperte cinque tombe una delle quali era una classica tomba a fossa, mentre le altre erano coperte da tetti in tegole di ceramica.
Queste tombe, scavate nel terrapieno della casa, avevano danneggiato il pavimento a mosaico. Altre cinque tombe, quattro coperte da tetti in ceramica e una a fossa, furono trovate appena fuori dalla stanza sul lato sud.
Il riutilizzo di edifici abbandonati per scopi funerari era una pratica comune in molte città antiche, riflettendo sia i mutamenti culturali che quelli religiosi dell’epoca.
Source: Danza di satiri in Grecia a Eretria | le pagine dei nostri libri

2016-08-18 00075-tod-001356 Fleabane
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Literary classics aren’t always created by the greying elder statesmen and women of the writing world. You know the ones. They’re all wise and wrinkly and impassive, and woe betide the scholar who dares mount an honest critique of their bodies of work.
You see, literary classics are also written by upstart youngsters. These youngsters are full of vitality and creativity. They live fully awake and fully aware during these very difficult times. Nothing escapes their notice and they’re unafraid to share what they really think. They walk among us right now, breathing, smiling and crying, loving and hating, experiencing the full range of their humanity without apology.
This series presents names that you won’t find in textbooks or on Wikipedia, but these are the very youngsters who are creating modern Ukrainian literature right now. Trust us, you will want to check them out because it’s only a matter of time before they become household names. When we go back to these writers in two hundred years, we have no doubt that they’ll be mentioned in the same breath as luminaries such as Taras Shevchenko and Lesya Ukrainka.
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/Kateryna: girding the world/
i taped up the windows with scotch tape
so
when it explodes
the carpet won’t be sown with
glass debris
’cause suddenly they will sprout
i taped up the fish tank with scotch tape
so
when it explodes
it won’t leak
the shadows of sunk fish
i taped up the mirror with scotch tape
so when it explodes i will still be able to see in my home myself
i taped up a frame with scotch tape
but
with the black one
and only one corner of the photo
the only thing
for which the scotch tape ran out
it’s me
so, i stand broken
with my forehead cracked up
and space goes through me
like through a smashed windowpane
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/Катерина: підперезування світу/
я заклеїла вікна скотчем
аби
коли вибухне
килим не всіяло
уламками скла
бо раптом ще проростуть
я заклеїла акваріум скотчем
аби
коли вибухне
звідти не витекли
тіні потоплених риб
я заклеїла дзеркало скотчем
аби
коли вибухне
я ще змогла побачити
у себе вдома
себе
я заклеїла рамку скотчем
але
чорним
і тільки в куті фотографії
єдине
на що забракло скотча
це я
тож стою розбита
з потрісканим чолом
і простір проходить крізь мене
ніби крізь вибиту шибку
Original poem by ILLIA RUDIJKO
Translation by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2024
Source: TATI’S TRANSLATIONS // Young Ukrainian Poets: Illia Rudijko | unbolt me
Image Credit: Rodolfo Clix
Recently I pulled out my stored photo albums to try to put them in order so that it doesn’t look like I am suffering from a disorder! Turning the pages, seeing the faces of people who I grew up with, family members who are no longer with us, and snapshots from vacations and special events make me whip out my box of tissues and get lost in my emotions.
After I graduated from high school I took a course in commercial graphics at our local technical college. I actually loved developing the film in the darkroom, even though it could have been a chemical disaster if I wasn’t careful.
While I embrace technology, I simply am not a fan of using my smartphone as a camera all the time, although it is convenient. After a nightmare a few years ago while having a technician help me transfer my data from my old phone to my new one, guess what didn’t transfer? My pictures. It was supposed to have been easy access and a simple transfer from “The Cloud” but I don’t know where that “Cloud” went with my pictures! UGH!
I love the feel of my actual digital and 35mm cameras so that I can process the pictures, put them in my designated photo album, pull them out, and look at them later to reminisce whenever I want to. I guess I can get easily annoyed, scrolling through a never-ending gallery of pictures I’ve taken on my “SMARTphone,” just to find the one I’m looking for. Kodak, Polaroid, and Fuji, I miss y’all! 📸
The Photograph
capturing the stillness of a pose so deep
what story does a picture tell
how many words is it really worth?
what emotions are exchanged at a glance
the essence of a sentiment frozen in a moment
the heartbeat and smile of a love so pure?
will the photo emit the sweet innocence of life
a shout with excitement or quiet calm
or echo the hidden agony of bondage endured?
the photographs behind plastic sleeves
a canvas of still life that seizes my attention
I laugh, I cry, I frown, I remember
glances with wandering eyes, closed lids, or eyes focused
still life, which becomes a snapshot of the past not hidden
the shutter images through a camera lens it casts.
©2015 Kym Gordon Moore
Source: 📸 Photographs Down Memory Lane | From Behind the Pen

This poem is dedicated to all the men and women who suffer from depression, loneliness, and despair. In the U.S., call the Suicide & Crisis Lifeline at 988 to get help from a trained mental health professional. People in imminent danger of self-harm can also call 911 or go to the nearest emergency room for help.
A crimson line across her wrist. A bracelet of blood. A visible cry for help, But nobody comes. She’s all alone again To face the ordeal of life: The challenges, the pain, The turmoil in her brain. Death seems like a safe escape, But her body wants to live! She picks up the phone And calls the hotline – her lifeline! A familiar voice answers. I’ve done it again, she says. The voice murmurs reassurance and positive affirmations. Okay, I will, she answers, And hangs up the phone. She dials 9-1-1 and repeats the details of her actions. Soon, the ambulance pulls up to her door. She is not alone. Copyright © 2024 Dawn Pisturino All Rights Reserved

Dawn Pisturino is a retired nurse in Arizona whose international publishing credits include poems, short stories, and articles. Her poetry has appeared in several anthologies, most recently in Hidden in Childhood: A Poetry Anthology, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women, and the 2023 Arizona Literary Magazine. She is a Mystery Writers of America and Arizona Authors Association member.
Source: “A Cry for Help” by Dawn Pisturino – MasticadoresUsa // Editor: Barbara Leonhard //
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