Piéria
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“the Muses’ ancient home between the roots of Olympus and the sea;
to where
‘Pēneus rolls his fountains
Against the morning star’.” ~ F. L. Lucas, Greek Poetry, xxvii
From very roots our poetry and arts
Grow up and outward, widely, like an oak
Or like computer matrices with hearts.
No gods or geeks are needed to provoke
Our poems, paintings, novels, music’s phrase,
Our rangpur poems, bitter, tart and sweet,
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Symphonic paintings swirled with piquant glaze,
Or novel’s sweep refusing to retreat
From truth, or music like a dragon’s fire
That flames from reptile lips and scaly fangs.
We do not need the muses to inspire.
We aim for coronary heaving pangs.
..Who needs the nymphs of rivers or a star
….When artists aim for tidal wave and scar?