12 Contemporary Interpretations, Olympian deities in classical Greek and Roman religion, with footnotes

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Cesar Santos, (b. 1982)

Three Graces (aka the Charities)

Oil on linen

48 x 40 in

Private Collection 

In Greek mythology, a Charis or Grace is one of three or more minor goddesses of charm, beauty, nature, human creativity, and fertility, together known as the Charites or Graces. The usual list, from youngest to oldest is Aglaea (“Splendor”), Euphrosyne (“Mirth”), and Thalia (“Good Cheer”). In Roman mythology they were known as the Gratiae, the “Graces”. In some variants, Charis was one of the Graces and was not the singular form of their name.

The Charites were usually considered the daughters of Zeus and Eurynome, though they were also said to…

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  1. I’ve argued that our base mythologies will need to be rewritten from an entirely different POV. The old ones are entirely too limited in their perceptions of human possibility and their trajectory, as we can see, does not bode well for any future. Campbell started such a project, but died too soon.

    Cedars of Sorrow

    Whose hand lay on the centuries
    to raise the reddish iron eye,
    to set the waxing horns to grieve
    where the great fish spawn and die?

    Look again, upon that wondrous shore,
    upon a night that never ends,
    hear the lonely Hunter roar
    abandoned by his distant dawn.

    Look! Demeter, once fair and mild,
    now, black-robed, Erynis stands
    grieving for her only child,
    winter in her withered hand.

    And there! Callisto’s tears are shed
    upon her arctic rounds,
    while the horn’d moon keens the dead
    beneath a winter’s crown.

    The sky has promises to keep;
    when you wish upon a star,
    now I lay me down to sleep,
    Behold! Our implements of war.

    [fr. ‘The Ballad of Emma Good’ ]

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  2. ps. it would certainly need to be a mythology that did not need to warn people about nudity. A mature mythology must be one that accepts and enjoys the fact of the human body as a simple act of nature. Nothing more, nothing less. We can drop all the hysterical baggage our ancestors have dragged around. That is a bag of sorrows we can well do without.

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