#procne

[anghraine]

I'm feeling like supporting some women's wrongs! (And rights, but definitely also wrongs.)

[illustratus]

Tereus' Banquet (Tereus Confronted with the Head of his Son Itylus)

by Peter Paul Rubens

[sophisotes]

[fluentisonus]

catullus comparing himself to women at every opportunity is something that can be so personal

[finelythreadedsky]

oh and i'm back on wishing we had ovid's medea.

[theunembarrassedalto]

i have invented a plot solution for sophocles' tereus that is literally so unlikely

[iphisesque]

“Why is one able to make soft, pretty speeches, while her ravished tongue dooms the other to silence? Since he calls me mother, why does she not call me sister? Remember whose wife you are, daughter of Pandion! Will you be faithless to your husband? But faithfulness to such a husband as Tereus is a crime.”

[fieldlands]

MUTUALS FOLLOWERS ETC

add me on fgo na i keep forgetting i can friend req strangers.

971,989,891

[lefthandofscaevola]

Tereus eats by himself, seated in his tall ancestral chair, and fills his belly with his own child. And in the darkness of his understanding cries, “Fetch Ithys here”. Procne cannot hide her cruel exultation, and now, eager to be, herself, the messenger of destruction, she cries, “You have him there, inside, the one you ask for”. (Metamorphoses, Book VI)

[sophisotes]

Salvēte pulchellī, novum librum absēns invēnī which I’m so normal about

[tanogabo]

(via Il cruento mito di Tereo, Procne e Filomela)

Tereo, dopo aver mangiato e scoperto cosa è avvenuto, sta per uccidere le due donne con l’ascia, ma gli dèi tramutano tutti e tre in uccelli: Filomela diviene usignolo, Procne rondine, Tereo upupa.

[faeriegutz]

edith hamilton give me a DIAGRAM of the house of athens instead of just describing it in words because it gets too confusing after a while

[sporesgalaxy]

[link]

EDIT: smirks evilly yet again. updated with some For The Future quotes n images

Anyways: BEHOLD. Short little annotations with pictures for each song! Enjoyable even if you don’t listen to the playlist!

rises the moon - introduction

Days fade into a watercolour blur Memories swim and haunt you But look into the lake, shimmering like smoke Rises the moon

The Lesson - "Caleb did his best to take care of his younger brother.”

It's best to not breathe in at all Your teachers say The toxins in the air will take your life away

But don't believe a word from them You'll be okay For I will breathe with you

The Ocean - “They tried to fit in with this town...and its unsavory practices. They became witch hunters.”

No one complains, ‘cause it’s got to be fed And they’re just glad that it didn’t see them.

And they shouldn’t blame themselves for that ‘Cause it’s really, really hard to break even.

Overgrown Garden - "...the brothers Wittebane met a real witch...and the older brother was spirited away.”  (“...I already let you go. Many times.”)

I wonder when you left me behind that day Asleep beneath the willow withering away If you were okay Because I would do anything for you I would do anything

Have You Seen My Sister Evelyn? - "Philip set off to save his brother, and bring the witch to justice.” (”Sounds like big bro got a hot witch girlfriend and little bro got upset”)

Did that ho-bag quit her job and run off With that dick-head Mike To Indio, Guantanamo Or Panama or Disneyland?

Heroes and Villains - "...neither were ever seen again!”

I've been in this town so long that back in the city I've been taken for lost and gone And unknown for a long long time

Sweet Bird - "I was trying to save your soul. It’s your fault this all happened!”

I can't recognize you Oh sweet bird of my youth Where have you flown to?

Now let's make one thing clear as crystal The blood is on your hands And the blood will stain your hands

Nightengale, Pt. 2 - A lament for Caleb

“Homer evokes the nightingale in the Odyssey, suggesting the myth of Philomela and Procne (one of whom, depending on the myth’s version, is turned into a nightingale).”

“Because of the violence of the myth, the nightingale’s song was long interpreted as a lament.”

(Wikipedia page for the Common Nightingale, “Cultural connotations” section)

Angel - “I’ll do anything to save humanity from evil.”

I believe that you believe that you're an angel Nowhere to rise, everywhere to fall I believe that you believe that there's a heaven Where you belong, where you belong

Neighborhood #2 (Laika) - “It does feel good to hear another human say that name. I had to change it when Philip was run out of too many towns.”

Alexander, our older brother Set out for a great adventure He tore our images out of his pictures He scratched our names out of all his letters

Hymn for a Scarecrow - “’Why,’ says [the bird catcher, laying his net], ‘I am laying the foundations of a city.’” (The Bird-Catcher and the Blackbird)

You hang around for a living Somewhere between all the land and the sky Being by never forgiving Nobody knows you and neither do I

Poison Tree - "All these weepy Palisman souls...their voices constantly nagging me...vile. But without them, I wouldn’t be able to do this.”

Make me feel like something powerful Is growing deep inside of me Turn me into a poison tree 

The Nowhere King - “Betrayed, beguiled, alone, decieved! We’ll have our revenge on-- ugh! ‘Unity’ is so hard to rhyme...”

Silent, secretive feeling Of fearsome hatred that reaches the skies

Open Hands - “A better version of an old friend.”

Here is what I lost forever Open hands, a certain laugh Here is what I thought I wanted Some lost smile in a photograph

Crocodile Tears -  “It hurts every time he chooses to betray me.”

Crocodile tears marching down your cheek Ooh, a small sob for the thing you did last week I look in your hands and there it is again You don't regret a single thing, friend

Pyre - Creating a Utopia, free from Wild Magic.

We're wresting now from our own hands a future Regret the flower of watered seed Are we the ghosts that swarm about us? We can begin We can begin again

Dancing in the Moonlight - "Collector. You’re free! Just as promised.”

We like our fun and we never fight You can't dance and stay uptight It's a supernatural delight Everybody was dancing in the moonlight

Christmas Kids - “I thought this one was another lost cause. Because of you, we can finish our work as witch hunters...”

You'll change your name, or change your mind And leave this fucked up place behind

But I'll know

Home - “I just have to live long enough to see this through.”

No, no, you can’t go home, she says, the world, where do you think you’re going? We’re not done with you. The world is never done with you.

Love Love Love - “...maybe he’s still chasing his brother...”

Raskolnikov felt sick, but he couldn't say why When he saw his face reflected in his victim's twinkling eye

Some things you'll do for money and some you'll do for fun But the things you do for love are going to come back to you one by one

(cw: suicide mention in the full song)

[catre33]

the Greek myth of the nightingale

Yall are in for a wild ride

So basically this dude Tereus is a son of Ares and he resolves a conflict with Pandion, the king of Athens, so the king gives Tereus his daughter Procne to be his wife. And they have a son named Itys.

But this dude Tereus falls in love with his wife's aunt, the king's sister, her name is Philomela. I'm already disliking this dude.

So he hides his wife in a cabin and tells everyone she's dead, and the king feels bad and sends Philomela with his condolences. But Tereus like drags her to his bedroom the second she gets there, so now she's forced to marry him.

But his wife finds out about it and is gonna tell people, so he runs and cuts out her tongue and hides her with the palace slaves.

So everyone's getting ready for the wedding and Procne, his wife, sews an SOS into the dress.

While this is all happening Tereus got a prophecy that a relative will kill his son, so he goes and murders the top suspect, his brother.

Philomela sees the message and runs to the slaves quarters and finds Procne and tells her everything. Procne gets mad and then goes and kils Itys, her son.

Tereus then finds out about everything and chases after Procne and Philomela, wanting to kill them.

The gods step in and make them all into birds, and Philomela is made into a nightingale.

And it is said that the nightingale is afraid to sing for fear of Tereus, he that silenced, lied, and deceived.

Oh gods, it's afraid of heaven.

[fluentisonus]

ongoing list of women catullus debatably compares himself to (no particular order):

laodamia

sappho

juno

procne

ariadne

that girl with the apple

penelope

(attis)