#greekmyth

[greekmythcomix]

EPIC vs The Odyssey - The Troy Saga infographic

Full infographic on main site - https://greekmythcomix.com/comic/epic-vs-the-odyssey-the-troy-saga/

Accompanying post with text - https://greekmythcomix.com/2024/07/22/epic-vs-the-odyssey-the-troy-saga-infographic/

I love EPIC the Musical, LOVE it, and have been following its progress for some time now.

A few weeks ago I was watching a video post where Jorge Rivera-Herrans was talking about how it’s not a direct retelling, and fans shouldn’t base their knowledge of the Odyssey on EPIC, especially if they’re at school.

SO I made this - an infographic explaining the differences.

Why? I’m going to be teaching the Odyssey again myself in September (for the 15th…16th time? I forget) and I’d love to introduce my students to EPIC… BUT I also want them to know the Odyssey well and not write the wrong thing in their exams (I used to teach English Lit too and remember well the Romeo and Juliet vs Baz Luhrman ‘no, they didn’t have helicopters’ essay debacle), hence this loving infographic series. I figure other teachers may get some use out of it too!

Full comic-infographic in a better-looking format (and a post containing all the text as it’s too long for ALT) is on the website - GreekMythComix.com (You’ll also find comics about Nostos, Xenia, and a big chunk of the Odyssey retold and explained for students!)

Now to go consume The Thunder Saga which I’ve been saving for the Summer Holidays!

EDIT: I’ve fixed it on the main site but can’t here: I’ve written Eumaeus instead of Eurylochus on the character scroll under Full Speed Ahead. Damn, too many Eury-prefixes!

[jacobpking]

HERACLES and HEBE - Afterlife in Bliss

This is my contribution to the Sing o Muse Greek myth art zine! I illustrated the 15th Homeric Hymn, to Heracles, and it mentions that after a life of hardship, Heracles and Hebe live happily together on Olympus, and I thought that was really poignant. Here's a vulnerable, content Heracles, (most) hard edges worn away.

It was an absolute joy to be a part of this, go purchase a copy of the zine to see my behind the scenes process work!

[hecatesdelights]

Mighty Aphrodite Rising Out Of The Sea FoamHenry Courtney Selous (1803 – 1890, English)

[cottoncandyjojo]

Odysseus king of loving his wife and doing anything to get back to her

This is epic Odysseus in my style so yippee

[moncher-pierrot]

[tylermileslockett]

My 12 piece series of Heracles labor

Which one do you like?

Please leave your comment below if you have any suggestions 🤟❤️😁

[copia-is-best]

PLEASE TELL ME IM NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO IS OBSESSING OVER HERMES AND CROCUS-

[joselyn565]

[jhiaotao]

productivity

pairing: athena x reader

CW: none, just fluff

reader is: written with fem in mind but can be read by anyone

If there’s one thing Athena’s bad at, it’s taking a break. That woman doesn’t know when to quit. She works, and works, and works, and doesn’t even complain when she feels like garbage after.

“Even gods get tired, Olive,” I remind her. Athena hums as I comb my fingers through her hair— lately, her hair’s been more tangled than usual. She hasn’t been brushing it well enough. She insists it doesn’t matter since she wears a helmet most of the time, but I think differently. She should want to look her best, if not for herself, than me.

Of course, she always looks the best to you.

“This is unnecessary. I should be doing something productive right now—” Athena starts, but you bring a finger to her lips and she goes quiet.

“Spending time with your lover is productive,” I untangle my hands from Athena’s fiery red hair and instead come to sit in front of her. She looks me up and down, the way she did when she first met me. I remember it like it was yesterday— love at first sight.

“Gods don’t take breaks, you know. We have work— very important work to do, to make sure that you mortals can live peacefully. At least, some of us do.” Athena explains. I know she’s talking about her father, Zeus, and his petty tendencies. As if on cue, lightning flashes and thunder rolls through the sky not long after. Athena and I share a look, and for a moment, I believe we’re thinking the same thing— then she bolts for shelter and I’m left in the rain. She looks back at me.

“What are you doing? Get over here,” Athena gestures to the stone pavilion she’s under. The stone is worn and covered in vines and moss. I smile gleefully, before doing a small twirl.

“Come dance with me!” I have to shout over the sound of the rain pelting against the ground. I know she can’t dance— she knows she can’t dance. Athena hesitates before sighing, stepping back out into the rain. I step up to her, intertwining my fingers with both of hers. I lead her in a slow, ballroom-style dance with a giddy smile on my face the whole time. She steps on my feet a good amount of times, but I don’t mind.

By the time we finish, we’re soaking wet. Both of us run to the pavilion for cover. Once we get there, Athena swoops her arms under my thighs and lifts me up. I laugh, but am cut off by a soft kiss to the lips. After a quick minute, Athena pulls away.

“I may have to consider taking breaks more often.”

[eclipsenightsky]

Amphitrite

Greek mythology doodle

Coloring practice

[pannapoopa]

Guess who just read song of Achilles

Yes I did cry.

[wellingtonhugo-blog1]

THE COSMIC EGG

“One egg’s lower half And half transmuted. And became the earth and sky above; From the yolk the sun was made; From the white the moon was formed. And the darker crumbs changed into. Clouds and cloudlets in the sky.”

Photo by Wellington Hugo Digital artis Alessandro Cerri

[hecatesdelights]

Sirens

[xphaiea]

PYTHIA 🌿 Oracle of Delphi by xphaiea

[sebastian-louis]

Hyacinth by Louise Glück

         1

Is that an attitude for a flower, to stand

like a club at the walk; poor slain boy,

is that a way to show

gratitude to the gods? White

with colored hearts, the tall flowers

sway around you, all the other boys,

in the cold spring, as the violets open.

         2

There were no flowers in antiquity

but boys’ bodies, pale, perfectly imagined.

So the gods sank to human shape with longing.

In the field, in the willow grove,

Apollo sent the courtiers away.

         3

And from the blood of the wound

a flower sprang, lilylike, more brilliant

than the purples of Tyre.

Then the god wept: his vital grief

flooded the earth.

         4

Beauty dies: that is the source

of creation. Outside the ring of trees

the courtiers could hear

the dove’s call transmit

its uniform, its inborn sorrow—

They stood listening, among the rustling willows.

Was this the god’s lament?

They listened carefully. And for a short time

all sound was sad.

         5

There is no other immortality:

in the cold spring, the purple violets open.

And yet, the heart is black,

there is its violence frankly exposed.

Or is it not the heart at the center

but some other word?

And now someone is bending over them,

meaning to gather them—

         6

They could not wait

in exile forever.

Through the glittering grove

the courtiers ran

calling the name

of their companion

over the birds’ noise,

over the willows’ aimless sadness.

Well into the night they wept,

their clear tears

altering no earthly color.

[b-e-l-l-a--l-u-n-a]

("Someone" gave me this here)

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