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Who was Cassandra?


  • In the Iliad, she is described as the loveliest of the daughters of Priam (King of Troy), and gifted with prophecy. The god Apollo loved her, but she spurned him. As a punishment, he decreed that no one would ever believe her. So when she told her fellow Trojans that the Greeks were hiding inside the wooden horse...well, you know what happened.

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June 10, 2013

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One trembles before such lovely words; yours and John Donne's. "A holy thirsty dropsy melts me yet."

A beautiful memorial. And Bostridge does get it right, doesn't he?

How beautiful! I listened three times in the hope to understand what I was reading.
Did he loose his beloved and found God's and the Angels' love but still wants the love from flesh? Sorry.

Thanks, Tom; thanks, Dick.

Hi Ellena -- I think (having read it several times myself!) that his beloved has died, but he found God - but still longs for love, which makes him afraid that flesh, or the devil, will crowd out the space he's found in his heart for God. Tell me if you (or anyone else) reads it a different way!

Was just having a discussion with someone; he observed that all the women in his life had contentious relationships with their mothers; he in fact thought most women had a similar story: "Mothers and daughters, it's always hard." But I was able to count so many whom we knew who loved and were loved by their mothers. Yours is one more voice, a distinct one. Thank you; I feel as if I've been introduced to a remarkable women.

Thank you, she was remarkable in many ways - quiet ways, but she was someone who knew herself and knew her own mind very well. There is a photograph of her (holding a ceramic bowl) on Jonathan's blog today, here: http://jonzfoto.com/2013/06/a-new-diagnosis-dps/ Another photo in his post shows her mother (my grandmother) with me after she ordered my father and grandfather to dig up some roses for me, before driving back to Vermont. My grandmother had a big personality; my mother was more like her own father.

Wonderful tribute, Beth, and she must have been a wonderful woman. Mothers and grandmothers...I was lucky to have had such great ones too. And congratulations to your Dad for the table tennis victory - what great achievers you all are!
Bostridge's voice is celestial but that music is not really my thing. What jazz standards were you playing?

Am going over to see Jonathan's post now.

Lovely Beth. I had a more problematic relationship with my mother, though in many ways good, but I too find that I appreciate more about her as time goes on; perhaps we can't sometimes see people clearly enough till they've been gone for a while.

I've read and studied a lot of Donne but always find him difficult, it takes me literally years with a poem of his to find a way through it.

Thank you Beth. I read up on John Donne a bit. He wore so many hats -
satirist, lawyer, priest, husband, father of 12. I am amazed at how much he wrote.

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