Styx-Lethe (with explanation)

Due Caution: Sappy poem coming up, get into a lovey-dovey, romantic mood.

Stuff u should know (in case u already didn't):

*Lethe, in Greek mythology, is the river of forgetfulness, situated in the underworld. The spirits of the dead drank from its waters to forget expereinces of their earthly life before entering Elysium
*Styx, in Greek mythology, is a river, and the entrance to the underworld

Here it comes, (into a sappy mood yet?):
Slouch on that end, of Styx, I weep here before Lethe.
Divine intervetion- gouges apart,
The two halves that make the whole.

Add not to these snakes- for so will I,
Let the wells brim up, look at me,
Let me look at you. Let the breeze,
Carry the touch, the rhyme.
Rely not on sound, the crude commodity,
Draw your fingerpaint with your eyes.

Hold your tongue- curse not the ache,
Immerse.
Immerse.

Soft tickle, thine lips; soft warmth, mine heart.

Broken shards do entrech mania,
To leap in; swim to?




Explanation: (read this after u've had time to think over the poem)

Topic: Frame of mind, and sentiments when two lovers are riven (ripped apart), and union is a sheer impossibility.

As always there are many 'interpretations,' but I'll try to explain the 'primary' one.

Two lovers are torn apart, by destiny; and no matter how hard they try cannot unify. That's why the between the two lovers there are two enormous and significant rivers, each representing their own entity. Styx shows that the distance between the couple is so great its as if something to the magnitude of life and death seperates the two. She (my lover) 'slouches' cuz obv she aint too happy at being seperated by external circumstances. Lethe is significant, since I'm standing on the banks of forgetting the experience, -'getting over it' and thats when it hurts the most.

Then I proceed to mock and curse the gods cuz their disrupting the natural balance ( gouging apart the two that makes the whole).

'Add not to these snakes' has two main implications...firstly, the rivers are snakes, and since shes crying, shes 'adding' to it (the tears are falling in the water) perhaps this is increasing the distance between us, perhaps it just makes us forget each other more (Lethe is the river of forgetfullness) . secondly, her curses and damnations of everything and life add poison to the snakes of 'destiny' (when u recognize smtn of this nature, u just give it more power. Eg. when u look for a division between 2 things, only bcoz ur looking for it, it exists).

Then the whole 'sappiness' is explored and I ask her to look at me with tears in her eyes, and let the breeze carry our touches to each other (ie. physical acts of love; note- not being perverted right now, i do not mean get horny off of the wind). The 'rhyme' bit indicates the unison of rhythm of the beings (as in beatings of heart and all that other cliched crap) and the poetry of sensations one experiences during 'love.'

Talking to express smtn is crude, overdone and flat out boring. ('rely not on sound, the crude commodity')

the word fingerpaint is used coz the idea's fuckin awesome, its raw, artistic, sensuous and carnal. (ripped the idea off of red hot chilli peppers, lol). So, I'm asking her to use her eyes to express everything instead of the basic expressions of emotion- talking, touching, etc. (fingerpainting her sentiments)

Then, I ask her not to be wholly preoccupied with cursing fate, and to actually acutely feel everything that goes through her. B'coz sometimes that pain is immaterial pleasure (knowing that you like something so much, enough to feel such pain). And of course there's a point to all the pain. (what that is, depends on each individual.)

Then I guess I experience such a level of rapport and empathy, that it seems I can actually feel her. Perhaps its just memories that're replaying in my head. The point is, I can actually experince her.

The last stanza's all confusin (intentionally). 'Broken shards....entrench maina' mean bits n' pieces of special memories drive people crazy (b'coz of various reasons- they constantly try to relive that meomry in the real world; that awesome expereince becomes the standard for normal life, and thus constant disappoint ensues...etc...). The last line I'm considering risking everything for an obviously impossible cause- One cannot cross the river of forgetfullness, go into the underworld and reunite with thier lover. Theres no question of possibility. Even with clear knowledge of this one cannot help but impulsively try to do the impossible to acheive their wants and needs. (an implication- if one were to cross Styx, one would have to be dead. Thus, perhaps I'm considering death as a bridge to my beloved)


This a very material and literal-minded runthrough, there are plently of other 'spiritual' , 'sensual' etc levels (jeez that sounds gay) , at least i hope so (hope it has several levels- not hope it sounds gay). I'll leave it to u to unravel, and enjoy.

Hope ya like it.

O plz excuse the fact that I sumtimes refer to myself in the third person,- it gets kinda weird havin to say me and me chicko all the time in the explanation....