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Hekatombaia

Hekatombaia were festivities in honor of Apollo, God of Sun, in which were executed an enormous sacrifice of 100 bulls (here the name hekatombaia, in Italian "ecatombe"). Along with the bulls, also sheep and poultry were sacrificed and offered to people for feasting in God's bless. During the day also were performed musicals and poetics competitions.

hong-en-ge, chongqing. photo by 徐超渊

Rebirth of the god  Ennead ch. 1 ~ Ennead ch. 73

i am very weak for babiolia

in my dreams i walked the streets of His land and they were pure

‹‹ Καλὸς καὶ ἀγαθός ››

‹‹ beautiful and good ››

In Ancient Greece kindness and beauty go hand in hand. Valorous Heroes and Powerful Gods are always described with a particular beauty and their brightness is one of the most important characteristic.

In Homer's Greek, eyes are sparkling, the skin is bright and etc, those aspects are translated as "blue eyes", "milky white skin", "golden hair". Lexicon of the colours in ancient greek is also pretty problematic, more than the real shades of eyes and hair, in those texts what matters is properly the level of brightness, because Deities are associated to light, so that Gods and Demi-gods shine.

Also in the next eras the binomial "good and beautiful" benefits of great success: in the greek arts, where beauty canons require beautiful and regular lineaments, also in portraiture of real persons, who appear all uniformly beautiful, similar and without defects (wrinkles, moles, receding hairline...)

Pretty different is, however, Roman portraiture, that goes to realism and made it its main goal.

In Homeric Poems, ugliness and deformity are associated to the viles, untrustworthy, envious. Later, the discourse is modified, because ugliness becomes an allegory and is applied to monsters fought by heroes.

"The strenght of the good is refugee in the nature of the Beautiful", wrote Platon. The beauty of physique corresponds to the moral perfection, according ancient greeks.

Oh, you can search fad and wide you can drink the whole town dry

But you'll never find a beer so brown (But you'll never find a beer so brown)

As the one we drink in our home town (But you'll never find a beer so brown) As the one we drink in our home town

You can keep your fancy ales you can drink'em by the flagon but the only brew for the brave and true comes from the Green Dragon

Hey oh, to the bottle I go to heal my heart and drown my woe rain may fall and wind may blow but there'll still be many miles to go

Sweet is the sound of the pouring rain and the stream that falls from hills to plain but better than rain or rippling brook is a mug of beer inside the Took!

Blunt the knives, bent the forks smash the bottles and burn the corks chip the glasses and crack the plates that's what Bilbo Baggins hates

Cut the cloth, trail the fat leave the bones on the bedroom mat pour the milk on the pantry floor splash the wine on every door

Dump the corks in the boiling bowl pound them up with a thumping pole and when you've finished if they are whole send them down the hall to roll

That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!

There's an Inn, there's an Inn a merry old Inn, beneath an old grey hill and there they brew a beer so brown the Man on the Moon himself came down one night to drink his fill

Ohh, the ostler has a tipsy cat that plays the five-string fiddle and up and down he saws his bow now squeaky high now purring low now sawing in the middle

So, the cat on his fiddle played hey-diddle-diddle a jig that would wake the dead he squeaked and he sawed and he quickened the tune while the landlord shook the Man on the Moon "It's after three!" he said now quicker the fiddle went deedle-dum-diddle the dog began to roar the cows and the horses stood on their heads the guests all bounded from their beds and danced upon the floor the round Moon rolled behind the hill as the Sun raised up her head she hardly believed her fiery eyes for though it was day, to her surprise they all went back to bed!

achilles and patroclus / andromache and hector / odysseus and penelope

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- Towards to Autumn Equinox, when military campaigns ended, in Athens there were Genesias (a.k.a. Nemesia): funeral festivals where they honored their ancestors, specially the ones dead in battle.

- During the day, they offered sacrifices to Gea with public worship, while in private they went to family graves to clean them and tell about the ones who there was not anymore. At the end, to their own ancestors, they offered vases full of (olive) oil.

- This festival is well suited to the feeling that permeated ancestors worship: when Nature started its own descent in Underworld, social and spiritual actions would reflected it too.