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The Greek Muse

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Books on Demanderschienen am15.01.20241. Auflage
Zsolt has had an interaction with his Muses from an early age, especially through the Internet, where he meets Rita, who pleads to be saved from being held prisoner. He decides to help Rita and travels to Greece. Takis, a PI, assists Zsolt with his rescue plans and follows up to neutralize Minos, the Bull-Man, who sets conditions to disclose Rita's whereabouts. The set conditions are tough and follow the Secret Rites of Eleusis, but with the help of friends, they have a chance to get through. Minos in his lair throws lavish parties that usually end in an orgy. and Rita is terrorized to eat part of the victim's heart, the Bull-Man has ripped from his next victim. Midge, the dwarf and second in command had been caught by Spiros, Takis 'brother, who operates a security unit. He'll cooperate to open the gates to Villa 'M' for the attackers and help Rita escape from her gilded cage. The date is set and the countdown begins. Zsolt and Myrto will dig through the labyrinth below to reach Rita's cage, while Takis and his brother will enter Villa 'M' above ground in a synchronized. way. Zsolt and Takis are prepared to face Minos head-on.

Born in Eastern Austria, close to the Hungarian border, he witnessed as a young man the horrors of a nation's suppression, erupting in the Hungarian Revolution of 1956. He finished his education in art and architecture in Vienna, married, and sailed for the Cape of Africa, an adventure that followed his childhood dreams. He had drawn African animals for his art classes, but the time had come to see them in their natural habitat. Meeting a varied facet of people and cultures, working as a draughtsman in an engineering office, as an architect for a cultural centre, and as a coordinator for craftsmen and professionals, he made good use of his language skills traveling throughout Southern Africa. During a trip to Lesotho, a native artist showed him rock paintings with their stark palimpsest outlines and with typified movements of animals and humans. It made a lasting impression on him and influenced his artistic work. His vast collections of drawings and slides had been lost during a change of domiciles, but further studies of the art of the San people reawakened his dormant artistic longing for expression of his art, filling sketchbooks with drawings and notepads with poetry and prose. While revisiting the capitals of Europe, he sensed the bond of art being borderless and free, reaching out across the continents into the world. During a visit to Greece, he was accepted into a circle of artists and poets, who encouraged him to continue his art and a friend introduced him to the works of famous Greek poets. In South Africa, he joined writing and poetry workshops of Writers Write. It was to open the floodgates of his creativity. He decided to travel through Greece and visit its sites of antiquity, read up on Classical mythology, and enjoy translations of Greek poetry and prose. He settled 2013/14 in Klosterneuburg-Weidling. Poet Nikolaus Lenau is buried here. Franz Kafka had visited here. Their writings will always be an inspiration.mehr
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KlappentextZsolt has had an interaction with his Muses from an early age, especially through the Internet, where he meets Rita, who pleads to be saved from being held prisoner. He decides to help Rita and travels to Greece. Takis, a PI, assists Zsolt with his rescue plans and follows up to neutralize Minos, the Bull-Man, who sets conditions to disclose Rita's whereabouts. The set conditions are tough and follow the Secret Rites of Eleusis, but with the help of friends, they have a chance to get through. Minos in his lair throws lavish parties that usually end in an orgy. and Rita is terrorized to eat part of the victim's heart, the Bull-Man has ripped from his next victim. Midge, the dwarf and second in command had been caught by Spiros, Takis 'brother, who operates a security unit. He'll cooperate to open the gates to Villa 'M' for the attackers and help Rita escape from her gilded cage. The date is set and the countdown begins. Zsolt and Myrto will dig through the labyrinth below to reach Rita's cage, while Takis and his brother will enter Villa 'M' above ground in a synchronized. way. Zsolt and Takis are prepared to face Minos head-on.

Born in Eastern Austria, close to the Hungarian border, he witnessed as a young man the horrors of a nation's suppression, erupting in the Hungarian Revolution of 1956. He finished his education in art and architecture in Vienna, married, and sailed for the Cape of Africa, an adventure that followed his childhood dreams. He had drawn African animals for his art classes, but the time had come to see them in their natural habitat. Meeting a varied facet of people and cultures, working as a draughtsman in an engineering office, as an architect for a cultural centre, and as a coordinator for craftsmen and professionals, he made good use of his language skills traveling throughout Southern Africa. During a trip to Lesotho, a native artist showed him rock paintings with their stark palimpsest outlines and with typified movements of animals and humans. It made a lasting impression on him and influenced his artistic work. His vast collections of drawings and slides had been lost during a change of domiciles, but further studies of the art of the San people reawakened his dormant artistic longing for expression of his art, filling sketchbooks with drawings and notepads with poetry and prose. While revisiting the capitals of Europe, he sensed the bond of art being borderless and free, reaching out across the continents into the world. During a visit to Greece, he was accepted into a circle of artists and poets, who encouraged him to continue his art and a friend introduced him to the works of famous Greek poets. In South Africa, he joined writing and poetry workshops of Writers Write. It was to open the floodgates of his creativity. He decided to travel through Greece and visit its sites of antiquity, read up on Classical mythology, and enjoy translations of Greek poetry and prose. He settled 2013/14 in Klosterneuburg-Weidling. Poet Nikolaus Lenau is buried here. Franz Kafka had visited here. Their writings will always be an inspiration.
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Weitere ISBN/GTIN9783758390586
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Erscheinungsjahr2024
Erscheinungsdatum15.01.2024
Auflage1. Auflage
ReiheThe Informer - Tango Man Appears
Reihen-Nr.2
Seiten436 Seiten
SpracheEnglisch
Artikel-Nr.13439135
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Genre9200

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Looking for a friend? The website´s welcome offers introductions to new friends, if one is of Greek heritage, a chat program and communication by mail, also incognito, if so wished.

I choose the mail option and place my profile onto the Internet. Am I still in the habit of meeting Anne? My mind still replays her actions and words. She promised to send me a woman of my choice: My choice? I want someone intelligent, I said to her and she cackled, subjected to a cynical mood.

As I write back to Jennifer, I question why I chose her to be my friend. An inner voice guides me - Anne? I loved her as no other woman before and the year I wanted to run away with her to an island, her untimely death would not grant me that thrill of happiness, reducing her to sand. I wondered if she resisted that temptation by rushing to England for a tour of museums. Despite all ill timing which seemed to ignore me, I recall her happy banter: You are lucky, she said, once we are away I will never let you leave our island.

Nobody I fancied since then would write back interesting letters: silly mail, photos with nude bellies, but empty faces, seeking eligible men for potential husbands. I am sick of it. What happened to Anne´s promise? Has she forfeited her promise becoming my Guardian Angel due to her illicit love affairs, on top of other gender loves? I did not mind at all if she represented a modern day hetaerae, or an unfaithful woman, bound legally to the laws of a paternalistic society. In love all´s fair, she said, but I took a long time to select you. Why me? I replied, but she only smiled, leaving the puzzle for me to resolve.

I kick myself, as Jennifer writes back to me more often and replying to all my letters, I could not recall having picked her as a potential friend, yet with this Greek cheekiness she appeals to me, being witty and knowledgeable about mythology. A typical Greek woman she teaches me Greek words and we communicate well. All our letters are metaphoric and testing the waters. I consider her as a Muse, sent to me by Anne, Apollo or Athena; it does not matter any longer by whom. She leaves sentences incomplete: I have to...she is constantly in a hurried state of mind, reminding me of fleet-footed Anne. And I have not given up to guess her name, as she signs her letters continually with a T.

Dear Zsolt,

Re: Reply

Thank you for your letter. An epigrammatic epistle is better than the long convoluted diatribes. You are lucky you have a spiritual home in Plaka. I love the place and my favourite café is Dionysos. Do you ever go there? It is my spiritual´ home and once when I was feeling very, very low I went there to dream and to expiate the ghosts of the past.

Your profile sounds very interesting. I adore mythology, but be careful that you do not end up like Pygmalion! You never know maybe charitable Athena might have mercy on you and grant you your wish! Have a great day.

Thanking you again for your message. Best regards T.

Dear T,

I am not Odysseus, but also on a lifelong odyssey. I hope you are well and life treats you in line with your wishes. If I am destined to become Pygmaion, I will structure my words to express it. If Athena is kind to me and loving, I am grateful too. If you are in Athens during autumn, let me know. I would invite you for lunch in Plaka, which is my spiritual home indeed. Greetings, Z.

Dear Zsolt,

Subject: Mythology.

Thank you again for your e-mail. I hope you are well and Aphrodite is kind to you. Athena the cerebral goddess is my beloved goddess as my age is one that Aphrodite considers for beauty to be rare. Men prefer 20 year old women, as they believe then can like Drakulas suffuse their death masks with the blood of others. If you are Odysseus, I am definitely not Penelope. I loathe the untravelled Penelope who sits at home simply playing games with her suitors. I love to be on that ship with my Odysseus so I can be a mermaid diving in the sea to get the treasures´ of depth. If words are important to you, you must be a rare man. I cannot stand monosyllabic morons as they are as boring as their limiting and limited discourse. I am not sure I will be in Athens in fall. I hope to be in Paris for a little while at that time. I am a traveler and as you very well perceived I am an ill fated one. I am Greek and yes I am proud of it but I have absolutely nothing in common with the Greek women inhabiting Greece currently. I find them boring and shallow. The same goes with men. I live in my self imposed exile and I would rather be alone than being with a moron. Where do you live? Why would you be going to Greece I hope you have a wonderful day. Best regards T.

Dear T

I am a poet and I do not blame you. I also ran away from myself many times. I am trying to resolve some riddles of life, while I write. Aphrodite once tempted me deeply and Athena saved me from an equivalent Sapphic leap. Maybe you would like to read what I write about a new muse, as tempting as Venus of Knidos and as bright as Athena Parthenos. By the way I am not a misanthrope, as Pygmalion became. There is a soulmate for everybody to find, not just morons. Greetings, Z.

Dear Zsolt,

Thank you for your many messages. I need to read and I need to communicate even in this cyber and virtual world. Words are important but I assure you I am not a bird. I always feel I am Prometheus and the eagle everyday eats my liver in the toil and grind of everyday life. Where is the merciful Andromeda? Who can rescue me? Is rescue around the corner or will I be for ever bound to the cold, heartless rock and the mighty eagle swiping down on me from the mighty heavens? I like challenging the gods but alas the gods are jealously guarding their power to torture us mere mortals. Why are you a member of this site? What have your experiences been? I am a member of this site totally by accident. I got here because I pressed the wrong link and they gave me free membership for some strange reason. I think they made a mistake. Wishing you a great day and best of luck T.

Hi Thalia,

The elusive Prometheus pictured with an eagle arriving from the heavens to feast on his liver and Andromeda, chained to the rocks a feast for the sea monster, but then she has caught the eye of Perseus, as she is good looking and well worth to rescue. I am here because I wish to find Andromeda and rescue her from this contemporary sea monster. I feel like Hermes´ son, still been given wings to fly across oceans and continents and enjoy life like Hermes did. He loved Aphrodite, who loved many that served her well turning her into a full bloodied woman, skilled in love matters, to give and receive pleasure and evoke adoration in her suitors, as civilized human beings copied their mind´s projections into the assembly of gods and goddesses. We all become higher beings, demi-gods, if we strive to give as much as we take, and not turn greedy. For friendship that is a form of love, does not take too kindly to those, who abuse it. Prometheus? At times I thought about the feelings, being eaten alive. I do favour the Dionysian way of life and not purely an Apollonian. However I like the challenge of oscillating in art and philosophy, after all our forefathers lived in the best world of worlds: the cradle of the west. I am here, lucky to have met you, by this serendipity, and thank you for your responses and thoughts. I am here to meet you if you wish to be freed from your unresponsive rock and show you the world that lies beyond gorging of livers and unbearable pain. Or at least we could share some of the pain that does not preclude emerging pleasures. Hermes´ magic could turn into spots and flashes of joy. I am glad that the statue I have carved during three lonesome years, has suddenly come alive...Z.

I have not heard from T and I started to write to her another letter, trying to catch-up on questions and answers.

Dear T

Subject: Mythology.

The names I want to suit your personality are still in the brewing process. I read your letters with burning excitement of watching my ship doused by the pirates of the sea, I can fight off. I compared myself not to Odysseus seeking Penelope, but as a seafarer, adventurer and more likely to be happy with Calypso. Yes your name is closer to her than to Penelope, for sure.

Why I am going to Greece? Because I am mad, because I am related to the lands through an inner curse, someone tossed the drug into my beaker of fate, at a symposium. I go to Greece out of love. Sounds corny? Well my story is a long one [odyssey] and as I am a fan of James Joyce, I also have a Greek dictionary on my night table. Ha! The Greek fire, it´s in my blood through heritage. Shit! It´s too strong and I am getting on with life and hope that Lachesis has made the yarn long enough to enjoy life still more [greedy] and Atropos has lost her scissors for some more time, falling asllep. I am a poet and an artist, a writer, a traveler of times unpredictable. Now, as I go to Athens again, I have to pay my dues to Athena. Then I have a trip to Marathonos, not only for history, but the greatest battle I wish to read and hear more about, as it represented a miracle. I am Hungarian-Austrian, bits of other Central European cultures mixed in as well for good measure, living in the Africa of the South, seeking the horn of plenty [elusive]. If I find the one thing that´s important in life, I will tell you...Jennifer-Calypso. For now I am into my elegy and...
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Born in Eastern Austria, close to the Hungarian border, he witnessed as a young man the horrors of a nation's suppression, erupting in the Hungarian Revolution of 1956. He finished his education in art and architecture in Vienna, married, and sailed for the Cape of Africa, an adventure that followed his childhood dreams. He had drawn African animals for his art classes, but the time had come to see them in their natural habitat.
Meeting a varied facet of people and cultures, working as a draughtsman in an engineering office, as an architect for a cultural centre, and as a coordinator for craftsmen and professionals, he made good use of his language skills traveling throughout Southern Africa.
During a trip to Lesotho, a native artist showed him rock paintings with their stark palimpsest outlines and with typified movements of animals and humans. It made a lasting impression on him and influenced his artistic work.
His vast collections of drawings and slides had been lost during a change of domiciles, but further studies of the art of the San people reawakened his dormant artistic longing for expression of his art, filling sketchbooks with drawings and notepads with poetry and prose. While revisiting the capitals of Europe, he sensed the bond of art being borderless and free, reaching out across the continents into the world.
During a visit to Greece, he was accepted into a circle of artists and poets, who encouraged him to continue his art and a friend introduced him to the works of famous Greek poets.
In South Africa, he joined writing and poetry workshops of Writers Write. It was to open the floodgates of his creativity. He decided to travel through Greece and visit its sites of antiquity, read up on Classical mythology, and enjoy translations of Greek poetry and prose.
He settled 2013/14 in Klosterneuburg-Weidling. Poet Nikolaus Lenau is buried here. Franz Kafka had visited here. Their writings will always be an inspiration.