Ever wonder how you stack up to mythological archetypes? Ever Dreamed of Transforming yourself? If you haven’t, maybe, just maybe, you should. “Learn how to access appealing and engaging new models for yourself in order to gain insight and reveal the inner personas that make you who you are.” Characters in folkloric traditions and myths were not created in a vacuum. Rather, they often have manifestations and correlations in everyday life, (even though through the passing of time we often forget why such tall-tales and traditions get built-up and promoted in the first place). Folk traditions and mythology carry with…
She would grow up to be regarded as “the most beautiful woman in the world.” But most importantly she would become the representative of modern-day femininity; the first to break through the many restrictive cultural and societal codes that applied to the women of her day.
So far we distilled five of Winnie-the-Pooh’s timeless lessons pertaining largely to knowledge, self-knowledge, and the way we interact with the others. Let’s get on with the other five insights straight from Milne’s masterpiece, dedicated to all children age 4 to 104!
Writing a story that is equally enjoyable and of an immense value for children and grown-ups alike is indeed an art in-and-of itself; and one that, alas, few pen masters today possess. A.A. Milne, though, was certainly one such master.
Ladies and gentlemen, let us introduce to you lady Lilith – the beautiful (and beautifully frightening) archetypal female-vamp who, as Dante Gabriel Rossetti splendidly versified in 1886, possesses the power to dominate man’s body and heart. Ah yes, and his life as well.
My hands are asking you breathlessly:
Haven’t you longed to be a guitar?
To wait for a musician in a desperate rhythm
thirsty fingers over you to run?
Unlike the little black dress, which Coco Chanel deemed imperative for every woman’s wardrobe, the red dress is something more special and distinctive. Owning a red dress is not a necessity, but rather – a privilege.
I am here.
Unashamed of my crystalline skin –
so thin at times
that one can hear
the howl of blood through my veins.
He bears a scar upon his forehead and always sits at ends,
He might be tall, but even so the lonely man is small.
We lived so well, my nag, and yet this life of ours
Is granted for an instant, just enough to shout.
So now we have to part, for in these final hours
Your eyes have closed, your feet gave out.