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Theoi Gymnastikoi

Gods of athletics, gymnasia, and the Games.

Hermes

Herakles

Dioskouroi

Minor daimones:

Nike (victory)

Agon (contest)

Also Eros, as god of comradeship, was frequently worshipped in gymnasia.

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Cameo glass medallion of a maenad, Metropolitan Museum of Art: Greek and Roman Art

Gift of J. Pierpont Morgan, 1917 Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York, NY Medium: Glass

http://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/249255

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Victorian dreams sur Pinterest

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A Priestess of Apollo, Lawrence Alma-Tadema, 1888, Tate

Bequeathed by R.H. Williamson 1938 Size: support: 349 x 298 mm Medium: Oil paint on canvas

http://www.tate.org.uk/art/artworks/alma-tadema-a-priestess-of-apollo-n04949

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Antinous and Hadrian, National Archaeological Museum in Athens

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Smoky Quartz with Sprinkling of Chlorite

Locality:  Galenstock, Urseren, Uri, Switzerland

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the first full moon of 2021, Sophie's moon

[credit: @rami_astro on instagram]

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The left image shows Ariadne, whilst the right image shows Ariadne together with Dionysus.

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Ancient Greek Garden 🌿

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Apollon and Hermes

Daniel Nikolaus Chodowiecki, (Exlibris David Friedländer), Berlin 1774

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Y’all want to party with Dionysus the god of wine and drunkenness and orgies but when it’s Dionysus the god of roving madwomen ripping people limb from limb, yall suddenly don’t know her?

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You enrapture the sky, Apollon,

You twirl its clouds like locks between your fingers.

Sunshine spills from your lips like golden wine, overflowing,

And beads of morning dew line your neck; fragmented kisses.

You are a lithe, blemish-less god, and one I dare not find flaw in.

Even the marks upon your body, scars and bruises, and freckles galore,

Make you all the more enchanting,.

And yet, this is not what I find most lovely about you.

You, lordly Apollon, are a mind-healer for the hopeless.

I have seen the way you hold their hands,

Kiss the tears from their faces.

I have felt your gentle clasp on my arm as I longed to defile the body that you have told me is perfect.

I have known you, my god, I have known you like only your patient can.

And I have felt the healing light of your breath consume me from the inside out as you lit me like a match,

Dispersing my tired shadows like dust in the air.

I praise you, fine Theos,

Not because of any story I have heard or any poem I have read.

No, it is because you were my guiding candle in the darkest days I have lived to speak of,

And you carried me.

Sweet god, you carried me when I could not stand myself, let alone stand up on my own.

Blessed is the space between your fingers, because you use it as a work space to fashion recovery.

Blessed is the way you move so quickly, for you are always there to catch those that fall out of the healthy trees that disguise even the most evident of heartbreak.

Blessed are you, Apollon,

And your honeyed bandages that fit snugly over our hearts.

Amarantos Argyris

“Hymn to Apollon, Lord of Mental Health”

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Undersong, ‘Equinox’ (1969) by Audre Lorde

[iD: we must be very strong / and love each other / in order to go on living.]

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Woman with a Red Shawl Gaetano Mormile (1839–1890) National Trust for Scotland, Culzean Castle, Garden & Country Park

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Details (#1) of Half-Length Portrait of a Roman Woman (1862/1866), by Anselm Feuerbach.

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Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot, Orpheus leading Eurydice from the Underworld, 1861 /// Anais Mitchell, Flowers (Eurydice’s Song), 2010

hadestown & art 1/?

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i've been thinking about helen's return to sparta a lot over the past couple of days