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Six Ways to Meet Aphrodite
1. Strip naked and slather yourself with lotion that your skin is as smooth as marble carved into beauty by mortal hands
2. Walk through the wet sand on the edge of the sea and feel it beneath your feet and between your toes and be reborn like the goddess.
3. Fuck someone so well that the phrase “making love” vanishes from the folds of their memory and all they know is heat and the sweet feeling of tongue on tongue and flesh on flesh.
4. Walk the silent halls of a museum and see each aeon’s thought of beauty in marble and paint and plaster kept as icons in new temples for new ages.
5. Let hot water pour down your back and soak into your skin and scour away imperfect sorrow until all that’s left is your soul laid bare.
6. Fall in love like you’re hitting concrete and know why a shattered city is a fair price for the gift of the Lady of Cythera.
where to find poseidon:
🔱 in the feeling of storms and earthquakes rumbling deep in your chest
🔱 in sunburnt and sunkissed skin after a long day at the beach
🔱 in horses who affectionately nuzzle each other and their humans
🔱 in kids who hold seashells to their ears and marvel at the sound of waves
🔱 in the wonderfully terrifying creatures at the bottom of the ocean
🔱 in the first hard, refreshing rain after a seemingly endless drought
Hermes
Oh protector of travelers
Oh king of thieves
Oh messanger of the Gods
Please hear my praises
Please hear my thanks
Oh Lord Hermes
me, drinking wine in a bath of purifying salts and my favourite oils, listening to hymns to Aphrodite: this is my peak Aesthetic
“She is a beauty. Yes, a marble nymph; angelic eyes, unearthly lips…”
—
Alexander Pushkin, from The Collected Works; “A Suite of Lighted Rooms,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
“Muse, sing of Artemis, sister of the Far-shooter, the virgin who delights in arrows, who was fostered with Apollo. She waters her horses from Meles deep in reeds, and swiftly drives her all-golden chariot through Smyrna to vine-clad Claros where Apollo, god of the silver bow, sits waiting for the far-shooting goddess who delights in arrows. And so hail to you, Artemis, in my song and to all goddesses as well. Of you first I sing and with you I begin”
— Homeric Hymn 9, To Artemis (via flowingusually)
ἁ φιλοχρηματία Σπάρταν ὀλεῖ, ἄλλο δὲ οὐδέν
Love of money will destroy Sparta, and nothing else.
Dio.Sic. 7.12.5 - a proverb related to an oracle given to Lycurgus
