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Tell me, O Muse, of the man of many devices, who wandered full many ways after he had sacked the sacred citadel of Troy. Many were the men whose cities he saw and whose mind he learned, aye, and many the woes he suffered in his heart upon the sea, seeking to win his own life and the return of his comrades. Yet even so he saved not his comrades, though he desired it sore, for through their own blind folly they perished—fools, who devoured the kine of Helios Hyperion; but he took from them the day of their returning. Of these things, goddess, daughter of Zeus, beginning where thou wilt, tell thou even unto us.
Now all the rest, as many as had escaped sheer destruction, were at home, safe from both war and sea, but Odysseus alone, filled with longing for his return and for his wife, did the queenly nymph Calypso, that bright goddess, keep back in her hollow caves, yearning that he should be her husband. But when, as the seasons revolved, the year came in which the gods had ordained that he should return home to Ithaca, not even there was he free from toils, even among his own folk. And all the gods pitied him save Poseidon; but he continued to rage unceasingly against godlike Odysseus until at length he reached his own land. Howbeit Poseidon had gone among the far-off Ethiopians—the Ethiopians who dwell sundered in twain, the farthermost of men, some where Hyperion sets and some where he rises, there to receive a hecatomb of bulls and rams, and there he was taking his joy, sitting at the feast; but the other gods were gathered together in the halls of Olympian Zeus.

November 15, 2019 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

Monet Paints A Day

by Julie Danneberg

It is 1885 the famous impressionist painter, Claude Monet, settles in on an isolated beach to begin another day of open air painting. With single-minded focus, Monet becomes so absorbed in his work, that he doesn’t feel the wind kicking up the sand, he doesn’t see the tide coming closer, and he definitely doesn’t notice the big wave towering over his head. Until it is too late.


November 13, 2019 at 8:25 pm 1 comment

La Pluie

November 12, 2019 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

Kachi Kachi Yama

Kachi-Kachi Mountain


November 11, 2019 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

INTERVIEW: The Great Thanksgiving Listen


November 9, 2019 at 11:25 pm Leave a comment

I Am But a Little Woman

Gyu Oh | 2010 | 4 min

Inspired by an Inuit poem first assigned to paper in 1927, this animated short evokes the beauty and power of nature, as well as the bond between mother and daughter. As her daughter looks on, an Inuit woman creates a wall hanging filled with images of the spectacular Arctic landscape and traditional Inuit objects and iconography. Soon the boundaries between art and reality begin to dissolve.


November 9, 2019 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

His and Hers

(Evelyn Goodman)

I bought a little kitten
As a present for my wife.
It took less than a minute
To endear itself for life.

Purring, with its tail held high
It trailed her all around.
This tiny, fluffy ball of fur
Climbed and leaped and clowned.

It somersaulted on the rug,
Pounced on every paper scrap,
And when it was all tuckered out,
It curled up on her lap.

Now, since we’ve got equality,
You’ll agree that it was fittin’
That I returned to that same store
And bought myself a kitten.


November 8, 2019 at 8:25 pm Leave a comment

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