Lanced Hearts of Lovers & Martyrs

I'm Eric, a young poet who seems to have been swept away in the Romantic Spirit of Beethoven's Symphonies, struck by the philosophies of Plato & the Poets' lyrics, burned for love like the martyrs of Rome, and can see an honest beauty in love & faith.

This blog is dedicated to my passions in Poetry, Literature, History, Philosophy, and Music, along with exploring the beauty and truth in the Christian faith-- how it rebels and transcends the ways of the world and burns it ablaze; preaches it's the Heart that counts, sings how Love endures, and that Truth is a beautiful Bride & hypocrisy a sin. It reveals that love is self-less, death is no end, and that there's no greater love than to lay down your life for your friends.

• Faith & Philosophy
• History (esp. 19th cen.-WWI)
• Poetry & Literature
• Catholicism

• Christ
• St. Justin Martyr
• Socrates
• Victor Hugo
• J.R.R. Tolkien
• Richard Wagner

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"Reason directs those who are truly pious and philosophical to honour and love only what is true, declining to follow traditional opinions, if these be worthless."
-St. Justin Martyr

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  1. O God, if Orpheus’ voice were mine, to sing
    to Death’s high Virgin and the Virgin’s King,
    till their hearts failed them, down would I my path
    cleave, and naught stay me, not the Hound of Wrath,
    not the grey oarsman of the ghostly tide,
    till back to sunlight I had borne my bride.
      But now, wife, wait for me till I shall come
    where thou art, and prepare our second home.
    These ministers in that same cedar sweet
    where thou art laid will lay me, feet to feet,
    and head to head, oh, not in death from thee
    divided, who alone art true to me.

    Alcestis, Euripides

     
     
  2. necspenecmetu:

Johann Georg Trautmann, The Fall of Troy, 18th century

    necspenecmetu:

    Johann Georg Trautmann, The Fall of Troy, 18th century

     
     
  3. 2,103 plays
    Richard Wagner
    Twilight of the Gods, Funeral March

    colettesaintyves:

    Richard Wagner - Twilight of the Gods, Funeral March

    I love how triumphant the melody of Siegfried’s funeral turns, sounding as if it were a war march, and less a funeral procession. The themes of death blending along with a war-like victory tune, seems all but to allude to some victory beyond the grave, or the coming redemption to be kindled on his pyre in the following Acts…

     
     
  4. centuriespast:

GIRODET DE ROUCY-TRIOSON, Anne-LouisOssian Receiving the Ghosts of French Heroes1802Oil on canvas, 192 x 184 cmMusée National du Château de Malmaison, Rueil

The Epic of Ossian was received as a long-lost and breathtaking classic Celtic poem by the generation rising at the dawning cusp of the Age of Revolutions. Countless were intoxicated by it’s imagery; Thomas Jefferson was an impassioned fan; Napoleon carried a copy of it into battle; in it Goethe found the inspiration for the climax of The Sorrows of Young Wurther; both Franz Schubert composed Lieder, and Mendelsohnn his Hebrides Overture, to the imagery and verses of the epic; Ingres’ painting The Dream of Ossian was based off it. “Translated” by Joseph MacPherson (1736-1796) in the 18th Century, he claimed to have uncovered ancient 3rd Centutry Gaelic manuscripts, but was in a hoax the author himself.
In this famous painting by Girodet, the blind poet Ossian receives a throng of Romantic heroes, battle-ready as they join in an assumption to Valhalla, above a train of fallen warriors from history.

    centuriespast:

    GIRODET DE ROUCY-TRIOSON, Anne-Louis
    Ossian Receiving the Ghosts of French Heroes
    1802
    Oil on canvas, 192 x 184 cm
    Musée National du Château de Malmaison, Rueil

    The Epic of Ossian was received as a long-lost and breathtaking classic Celtic poem by the generation rising at the dawning cusp of the Age of Revolutions. Countless were intoxicated by it’s imagery; Thomas Jefferson was an impassioned fan; Napoleon carried a copy of it into battle; in it Goethe found the inspiration for the climax of The Sorrows of Young Wurther; both Franz Schubert composed Lieder, and Mendelsohnn his Hebrides Overture, to the imagery and verses of the epic; Ingres’ painting The Dream of Ossian was based off it. “Translated” by Joseph MacPherson (1736-1796) in the 18th Century, he claimed to have uncovered ancient 3rd Centutry Gaelic manuscripts, but was in a hoax the author himself.

    In this famous painting by Girodet, the blind poet Ossian receives a throng of Romantic heroes, battle-ready as they join in an assumption to Valhalla, above a train of fallen warriors from history.

     
     
  5. Cinderella Man

    On nearly every continent, within nearly every civilization, there is a folk tale of a poor girl abused by her wicked step family, who is presented by a mystical guardian that grants her three things; luxurious clothing, a vehicle of some sort, and a self-identifying object (e.g., a shoe that fits only her), and with these things, she finds true love and breaks free from her oppression.

    I’ve read a Native American Cinderella story, a European, and a Chinese, and there are many others. It boggles many minds how these peoples, continents apart, wrote the same story. But lets look deeper in this than an extra-terrestrial conspiracy. What is the common denominator among all these civilizations? humanity. or more specifically, the human mind.

    Carl Jung developed the theory of the universal human psyche— that deep within our subconscious, every human being thinks, desires, feels, and needs the same things. We all dream the same dreams, we all yearn the same yearnings, we all tend to write the same stories. Find this to go against your individuality and self-determining mind? Let me ask you this.

    Have you felt that your life has been imposed upon by others that have no right to control your life?  That you want to rise above this oppression and find freedom? Do you feel the only way you’ll ever be happy and gain this freedom is if you find love and be loved?

    Cinderella is the story of every man’s dream. Every person, male or female, consciously or subconsciously, relates themselves to Cinderella. We all dream of breaking free of oppression we either rightfully or self-consolidating convince ourselves we do not deserve. And we all want to be loved.

    And we all tend to write what we dream about. Thus every man, on every continent, writes their Cinderella story.

     
     
  6. jamreilly:

Prometheus.
Gustave Moreau (1868)
Having stolen fire from the god Zeus and shared it with humankind, Prometheus was punished by being bound to a rock while a great eagle ate his liver every day - only to have it grow back to be eaten again the next day.
Image via WikiP

    jamreilly:

    Prometheus.

    Gustave Moreau (1868)

    Having stolen fire from the god Zeus and shared it with humankind, Prometheus was punished by being bound to a rock while a great eagle ate his liver every day - only to have it grow back to be eaten again the next day.

    Image via WikiP


     
     
  7. danielsalas:

The Fight in the Forest, drawing by Hans Burgkmair, possibly of a scene from the Middle High German poem Sigenot, about Dietrich von Bern
(also see: Wild Man)
(via upload.wikimedia.org)

 I remember when I was younger reading of Dietrich of Bern, and his faithful companion Hildebrand, battling giants and saving Virginal the Mountain Queen. It was my favorite legend for so long. Loved it so much, I wrote my own little preteen-quality epic poem inspired from it.
I still have it somewhere. I’m scared to read it again. :p

    danielsalas:

    The Fight in the Forest, drawing by Hans Burgkmair, possibly of a scene from the Middle High German poem Sigenot, about Dietrich von Bern

    (also see: Wild Man)

    (via upload.wikimedia.org)

     I remember when I was younger reading of Dietrich of Bern, and his faithful companion Hildebrand, battling giants and saving Virginal the Mountain Queen. It was my favorite legend for so long. Loved it so much, I wrote my own little preteen-quality epic poem inspired from it.

    I still have it somewhere. I’m scared to read it again. :p

    (Source: savage-america)

     
     
  8. A Modern Gilgamesh Blowin’ in the Wind
    ~Bob Dylan as interpreted by the Ancient Sumerians~

    A modern-day Gilgamesh pleads to the gods ”How many roads must a man walk down, before they call him a man?”

    The Epic of Gilgamesh has it’s hero stride courageously down countless treacherous paths and prevail in honorable feats, hoping his great deeds shall grant him immortality. But even after triumph & glory-roads prove his worth as a man— he still dies a mortal. For men are but dust in the wind in Sumerian mythology; dust at the mercy of the wind. Nothing we do matters.

    It does not matter how many roads we walk down, we will never be more than a mortal.
    It doesn’t matter how many cannonballs fly, it’ll never end.
    It doesn’t matter how many years people exist, they’ll never be free. they are but dust in the wind.

    The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind. The answer, is rather nihilistically, blowing in the wind.