Our Beautiful Muse

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andromena4Rena Christiansen felt Christine’s eye boring into the core of her being as she sat in a place of honor in Jim Dundon’s living room in Venice California. It was 3:00 A.M. in the morning. We had just returned from a late night walk on the Venice Pier, where I found her, my Beautiful Muse. The idea that I had rescued this very beautiful maiden did not occur to me until the we rose the next day and entered the apartment on the beach boardwalk where two dudes high on LSD began to mock Rena. One held out his finger and said;

“Come pretty bird. Come sit on my finger!”

I turned to look at Rena, who had her head lowered like a great stalking cat. Once again my heart quaked, because she was a Beautiful Beast that exuded this primordial energy that was godly. She was no smiling beach bunny cutie-pie.

Rena rarely smiled. Her hunting ground was the dunes and vast plains of Nebraska where she was born and raised. Her grandparents came from Sweden, and grew fields of wheat. The way she took these two predates in, was un-nerving. Her beauty had already captivated them, and was now devouring them. They had lost, they were loosing her. I had come to take her away. I was here to save her.

“Go get your things!” I said to her. I guarded her back as she went into the bedroom where Rena and her boyfriend had spent a couple of nights. These wolves had done their best to peel away the lamb from the shepherd. Now he lay in a hospital, beaten to a pulp.

These were rich kid from Belair, who rented this apartment so they can play fuck-fuck games on the beach. They had spotted Rena, and her boyfriend, struck up a conversation, and learned they had just drove from Nebraska and had nowhere to stay. Everyone who beholds Rena, wants to capture her. When it comes to animal magnetism, she is Eve before the fall, before her role as a Temptress was usurped by a snake in a tree, she too much to handle for the lofty Jew who did not want to be seen as being in compition with the Greeks, their neighbors who raise Idols. So, we prisoners of in a shamefaced Judeo-Christian cosmology, get watered down versions of what women really are, and what they truly want.

Rena lost her boyfriend around 3:00 P.M. the days I rescued her. She and her boyfriend were watching the weight lifts on the boardwalk, when he called then “Fags!” They poured out of their cage and sprang at him, these beefy muscle men, these Adonisis. He ran for his life with six guys hot on his ass. Rena watched him disappear, become a little speck.

Rena sat down on a bench, and waited. She watched the sunset. When it got dark, she went into the bar at near the pier, and nursed a Coca-Cola. If she went bck to the appartment ther two serpents would wrap her in their caccon. When the bar close at 2:00 A.M. she huddled in the darkened doorway. She must have seen us pass on our way to the pier. I stopped and watched Christine and Michael Dunton walking together. They were in love, and very beautiful. I looked down at the waves rolling seashore below me. I asked Poseidon;

“Where is she? The love of my life. My inspiration?”

When Michael and Christine came walking back, I walked about fifty feet in front of them. A shadow moved out of the darkened door, and was upon me. She spoke words to me before I could react. I gasped as she spoke. I was out of breath. I had to force myself to look at her again. Her energy was overwhelming. Her beautiful engulfed me. There was no defence. Her eyes bore into my soul like fire. The perfect sematry of her face, dominated me. At five foot eleven, she looked down on me. She had me at her mercy. There was no retreat. This was not a Tigris behind bars. Who had let her out?

“Can I walk with you!” she asked me.

I wanted to grab b hold of something as she threw me off balance. I felt faint. I was desperate for something to say, something to throw at here, a little piece of red meat – before she run away! It was like I had never sone to young woman before. This young boy inside me was whispering to me; “Say something! Be yourself! Trust yourself! This is her. This is the one. The girls of your dreams.

“I turned to face my beautiful adversary who was already breaking my heart, the thought of losing her, was more than I could bare.

“Of course you can. I was expecting you. I was just watching the waves, looking down at them and asking, where you were?”

Now, I took her in. In one hand I held a brush. In the other hand I held a pencil. I traced lines gently over her perfect face. I wrote sonnets in my heart.

As Christine took her in. I heard myself say. She’smine. I found her. You cant have her.

When we rose to greet the dawn of new day, Rena said to me;

“I dont think your sister likes me!”
“Thais not the case. She was just taking you in, examining you, wondering who you really are. It’s a family tradition.

Being born into a family of beautiful women has its magical moments mixed with some very exotic, poison. I felt Rena draw close to me, her inner being. She wanted to rest her beautiful head on my shoulder. She was seventeen. She lied to me when she said she was eighteen. I caught her in her ie when she told me was skipped a grade because she was a straight A student. It was her dream to come to California after she graduated from High School. I think she wanted to be discovered. Her three older sister were fashion models. She was too good to be true.
She was a goddess. I had rescued Andromeda from the Sea Dragon. Ancient heroes have fought battles over her.

Half the city of Los Angeles was built around the idea of a young man making it big, and then getting a starlet or a fashion model in his swank abode high up in the hills, or, on the beach. Not only was I poor, I had just become homeless. My friend and Landord had asked me to give up my apartment to his best friend and his wife who just had a baby, and were moving from Florida.

I didn’t understand at the time, that Rena was homeless, that this was her leaving of the nest, her first exploration of the world, her first search, for the one! Her first home was a tent on pitched on the Mountain of the Sleeping Maiden. Rosamond!

The Dragon, awakens! My rescue of Beauty, had just begun.

Jon Presco

Copyright 2013

Andromeda (mythology)From Wikipedia, the free encyclopediaJump to: navigation, search
Andromeda (1869) Edward PoynterIn Greek mythology, Andromeda is the daughter of Cepheus, an Aethiopian king, and Cassiopeia. When Cassiopeia’s hubris leads her to boast that Andromeda is more beautiful than the Nereids, Poseidon sends a sea monster to ravage Aethiopia as divine punishment.[1] Andromeda is chained to a rock as a sacrifice to sate the monster, but is saved from death by Perseus, her future husband.

Her name is the Latinized form of the Greek Ἀνδρομέδα (Androméda) or Ἀνδρομέδη (Andromédē): “ruler of men”,[2] from ἀνήρ, ἀνδρός (anēr, andrós) “man”, and medon, “ruler”.

As a subject, Andromeda has been popular in art since classical times; it is one of several Greek myths of a Greek hero’s rescue of the intended victim of an archaic sacred marriage, giving rise to the “princess and dragon” motif. From the Renaissance, interest revived in the original story, typically as derived from Ovid’s account.

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[edit] Mythology
Giorgio Vasari, Perseus and Andromeda, 1570In Greek mythology, Andromeda was the daughter of Cepheus and Cassiopeia, king and queen of the kingdom Aethiopia.

Her mother Cassiopeia boasted that her daughter was more beautiful than the Nereids, the nymph-daughters of the sea god Nereus and often seen accompanying Poseidon. To punish the queen for her arrogance, Poseidon, brother to Zeus and god of the sea, sent a sea monster named Cetus to ravage the coast of Aethiopia including the kingdom of the vain queen. The desperate king consulted the Oracle of Apollo, who announced that no respite would be found until the king sacrificed his daughter, Andromeda, to the monster. Stripped naked, she was chained to a rock on the coast.

Perseus was returning from having slain the Gorgon Medusa. After he happened upon the chained Andromeda, he approached Cetus while invisible (for he was wearing Hades’s helm), and killed the sea monster. He set Andromeda free, and married her in spite of her having been previously promised to her uncle Phineus. At the wedding a quarrel took place between the rivals and Phineus was turned to stone by the sight of the Gorgon’s head.[3]

Andromeda followed her husband, first to his native island of Serifos, where he rescued his mother Danaë, and then to Tiryns in Argos. Together, they became the ancestors of the family of the Perseidae through the line of their son Perses. Perseus and Andromeda had seven sons: Perses, Alcaeus, Heleus, Mestor, Sthenelus, and Electryon, as well as two daughters, Autochthe and Gorgophone. Their descendants ruled Mycenae from Electryon down to Eurystheus, after whom Atreus attained the kingdom, and would also include the great hero Heracles. According to this mythology, Perseus is the ancestor of the Persians.

At the port city of Jaffa (today part of Tel Aviv) an outcrop of rocks near the harbour has been associated with the place of Andromeda’s chaining and rescue by the traveler Pausanias, the geographer Strabo and the historian of the Jews Josephus.[4]

After Andromeda’s death, as Euripides had promised Athena at the end of his Andromeda, produced in 412 BCE,[5] the goddess placed her among the constellations in the northern sky, near Perseus and Cassiopeia; the constellation Andromeda, so known since antiquity, is named after her.

[edit] Constellations
6th-century BCE Corinthian vase depicting Andromeda, Perseus and Cetus. (Berlin).Andromeda is represented in the northern sky by the constellation Andromeda, which contains the Andromeda Galaxy.

Four constellations are associated with the myth. Viewing the fainter stars visible to the naked eye, the constellations are rendered as:

A large man wearing a crown, upside down with respect to the ecliptic (the constellation Cepheus)
A smaller figure, next to the man, sitting on a chair; as it is near the pole star, it may be seen by observers in the Northern Hemisphere through the whole year, although sometimes upside down (the constellation Cassiopeia)
A maiden, chained up, facing or turning away from the ecliptic (the constellation Andromeda), next to Pegasus
A whale just under the ecliptic (the constellation Cetus)
Other constellations related to the story are:

Perseus
The constellation Pegasus, who was born from the stump of Medusa’s neck, after Perseus had decapitated her
The constellation Pisces, which may have been treated as two fish caught by Dictys the fisherman who was brother of Polydectes, king of Seriphos, the place where Perseus and his mother Danaë were stranded
[edit] Portrayals of the myth
A small Roman fresco from PompeiiSophocles and Euripides (and in more modern times, Corneille) made the story the subject of tragedies, and its incidents were represented in numerous ancient works of art. Jean-Baptiste Lully’s opera, Persée, also dramatizes the myth.

Andromeda has been the subject of numerous ancient and modern works of art, including, Andromeda Chained to the Rocks (Rembrandt), one of Titian’s poesies (Wallace Collection), and compositions by Joachim Wtewael (Louvre), Veronese (Rennes), Rubens, Ingres, and Gustave Moreau. From the Renaissance onward the chained nude figure of Andromeda typically was the centre of interest, and often she was shown alone, fearfully awaiting the monster.

In 1973, a short animated film called Perseus was made in the Soviet Union.[6]

The 1981 film Clash of the Titans retells the story of Perseus, Andromeda, and Cassiopeia, but makes a few changes (notably Cassiopeia boasts that her daughter is more beautiful than Thetis as opposed to the Nereids as a group). Thetis was a Nereid, but also the future mother of Achilles. Andromeda and Perseus meet and fall in love after he saves her soul from the enslavement of Thetis’ hideous son, Calibos, whereas in the myth, they simply meet as Perseus returns home from having slain Medusa. In the film, the monster is called a Kraken, although it is depicted as a lizard-like creature rather than a squid; and combining two elements of the myth, Perseus defeats the sea monster by showing it Medusa’s face, turning the monster into stone. Andromeda is depicted as being strong-willed and independent, whereas in the stories she is only really mentioned as being the princess whom Perseus saves from the sea monster. Andromeda was portrayed by Judi Bowker in this film.

Andromeda also features in the 2010 film Clash of the Titans, a remake of the 1981 version. Several changes were made in regard to the myth, most notably that Perseus did not marry Andromeda after he rescued her from the sea monster. Andromeda was portrayed by Alexa Davalos. The character was played by Rosamund Pike in the sequel Wrath of the Titans, the second of a planned trilogy. In the end of the sequel, Perseus and Andromeda begin a relationship.

In the Japanese anime Saint Seiya the character, Shun, represents the Andromeda constellation using chains as his main weapons, reminiscent of Andromeda being chained before she was saved by Perseus. In order to attain the Andromeda Cloth, he was chained between two large pillars of rock and he had to overcome the chains before the tide came in and killed him, also reminiscent of this myth.

Andromeda appears in Disney’s Hercules: The Animated Series as a new student of “Prometheus Academy” which Hercules and other characters from Greek mythology attend.

In The Sea of Monsters the second book in the Percy Jackson and the Olympians series, a cruise ship which serves as living space for Kronos’ army called The Princess Andromeda is named after her.

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One Response to Our Beautiful Muse

  1. Reblogged this on Rosamond Press and commented:

    I posted this four years ago. To read about the murder of Herbie whom I gave my painting of Rena to, was such a shock. https://rosamondpress.com/2013/02/13/my-letter-to-andrew-cuomo/

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