Amnte Nofre – Newsletter n.5

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AMNTE NOFRE (Amentet Neferet)

the fifth issue of our monthly newsletter,
with an appendix dedicated to the Temple of Horus at Behdet: images and full description of the southern face of the Pylon
(click on the cover to open the link)

Also available at these websites:

https://www.academia.edu/7482161/Amnte_Nofre_-_Newsletter_5

http://www.scribd.com/doc/231634926/AMNTE-NOFRE-Newsletter5

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The Secrets of the Odyssey (9): Leucothea in the Sea of Space and Time

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the secret of all!

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The climax of the Odyssey is the hero’s arrival in Ithaca but a harbinger of that pivotal moment is his sojourn on the island of Scheria (Phaecia), which I have written about here. William Blake also connected these two events, i.e. arrival in Scheria and subsequent arrival in Ithaca, into a unified vision. In his painting “The Sea of Space and Time” the left side is occupied by Odysseus and goddess Leukothea, the right side presents the magical Cave of Nymphs found on Ithaca. Having rejected Calypso’s gift of immortality, Odysseus chose life in the body – incarnation. This is the theme of Blake’s painting.

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Here is how Homer describes Odysseus’ encounter with the White Goddess Leukothea (transl. Fitzgerald):

 “Across the foaming water, to and fro,

the boat careered like a ball of tumbleweed

blown on the autumn plains, but intact still.

So the winds drove this wreck over…

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The White Birds

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THE WHITE BIRDS by W.B. Yeats

I would that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea!
We tire of the flame of the meteor, before it can fade and flee;
And the flame of the blue star of twilight, hung low on the rim of the sky,
Has awakened in our hearts, my beloved, a sadness that may not die.

A weariness comes from those dreamers, dew-dabbled, the lily and rose;
Ah, dream not of them, my beloved, the flame of the meteor that goes,
Or the flame of the blue star that lingers hung low in the fall of the dew:
For I would we were changed to white birds on the wandering foam: I and you!

I am haunted by numberless islands, and many a Danaan shore,
Where Time would surely forget us, and Sorrow come near us no more;
Soon far from…

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