Poetry

The Dithyramb of a Weeping Apollo

The Patho-Hybris of the Apollonian Ethos

Apollo Crying: By Dall-E 2

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As his gaze set cast,

Upon haze long past,

Ways far and wide open.

Fast, like a maze gone rash.

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Form in appearance and dream,

Held now in lowest esteem.

For rapture claims the whole of Being,

Even as we daydream.

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A withered arrow,

From a diseased crown.

An ugly Pharoh,

As Jesus’ Clown.

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Lo! One struck a city.

Low! Is one’s stuckness in pity.

Is there even a difference here?

How queer!

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Apollo’s confession,

Not in Heaven,

For Dionysian Dithyrambs,

Go Beyond Eleven,

Into Seven!

As where form dissipates,

All “knowledge” capitulates.

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