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In Greece

In Greece I remember and meet myself everywhere
I am Socrates questioning
I am the athlete striving, the architect planning, the builder building, the potter shaping, the sculptor seeking, the warrior dying and the poet pointing

In Greece I am all men and all gods as well and I remember how many times, in this life alone I have pushed the rock endlessly uphill carried the world on my shoulders had my liver eaten by the savage bird 
How many times I have fallen in love with my own reflection reached out for the sweet grapes and sweet water to find them moving always beyond my grasp
been forced to echo only what others have said
tied myself to the mast to resist the siren's call
Fought in a thousand wars full out on the open field or sea or hidden in the belly of a wooden horse

In memory of Pere, who lit and fanned the love of the Greeks in the author and others; and to Kevin Anderson, this year’s recipient of the Pere Athol Murray award presented to the Notre Dame student who best exemplifies the characteristics, principles and ideals he modelled and taught. https://www.notredame.ca/news-detail?pk=1287405&fromId=213102

THE NEW ARCHETYPES

THE NEW ARCHETYPES

Apollo is still locked into the light
Dionysus still dancing our darkenss

Mars and friends are still busy at war
and Aphrodite’s still getting her way

The old archetypes will never go away
but we have some new ones here today

Elvis is the King
John Wayne is the Duke
and Marilyn is Marilyn

Babe is the Babe and the Boss is the Boss
Diana the Huntress has become the prey

It doesn’t matter if they’ve come
from Mt. Olympus or Hollywood USA
they’re in us now, and they’re in play

IN GREECE

IN GREECE

In Greece
I remember and meet
myself everywhere
I am Socrates questioning
I am the athlete striving
the architect planning
the builder building, the potter shaping
the sculptor seeking, the warrior dying
and the poet pointing

In Greece
I am all men and all gods as well
and I remember
How many times in this life alone
I have pushed the rock endlessly uphill
Carried the world on my shoulders

Had my liver eaten by the savage bird
How many times
I have fallen in love with my own
reflection
Reached out for the sweet grapes and
sweet water
to find them moving always beyond my
grasp
Been forced to echo only what others
have said
Tied myself to the mast to resist the
siren’s call
Fought in a thousand wars
full out on the open field or sea
or hidden in the belly of a wooden horse