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The Green Green Grass of Home

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The ever helpful Wiki:

In ancient Roman religion and mythJanus  is the god of beginnings and transitions, 

thence also of gates, doors, passages, endings and time.

He is usually depicted as having two faces, since he looks to the future and to the past.

The Romans named the month of January (Ianuarius) in his honor.

Janus presided over the beginning and ending of conflict, and hence war and peace.

The doors of his temple were open in time of war, and closed to mark the peace.

As a god of transitions, he had functions pertaining to birth and to journeys and exchange, and in his association with Portunus, a similar harbor and gateway god, he was concerned with travelling, trading and shipping.


The entry about the roman god Janus will have to wait.   There is so much to write about him.  What a great symbol of sexuality and especially being bi, with all the fluidity, sense of change, looking in opposite directions.
It  is a new year and I feel life surging all around me but am also so conscious of time flowing away,  A 71 year old relative is being moved into a hospice as the end approaches. Dying of cancer. When death stares me in the face, one reaction I have is to seize the day, the carpe diem response. Another is more a frozen, deer in the head lights feeling of, well What exactly do I want to live another 47 more years for?
Below-I will write something one day about the novel-film-play “Of Human Bondage”  because it is such a moving story.  Do love in one of the film versions, how  in the intro they have   music and show Rodin’s the kiss, from many angles.
Above = version I quite like of Joan Baez singing the green green grass of home.
Am still in a huge Dylan-Joan Baez   mood these days and came across Joan’s rendition.    Discovered this song years ago via Merle haggard.
Love  how he sang it.   My grandpappy used to love this song so many decades ago.   Check it out.  Very haunting.  Tom Jones has a version.  Had an uncle who loved him in the late 1960s when he was popular.    I believe he started out in life as a Welsh hod carrier, didn’t find it exciting hauling heavy  weights up ladders and such.
Personally having women throw their clothes at me while I croon to them is much more appealing, so I can understand why he left  Wales  and changed careers.
Below, Rodin’s The Kiss to cheer us up.  When I went to the Rodin museum in Paris in 1981 that was fantastic.
The Kiss 1901-4 by Auguste Rodin 1840-1917
Surprisingly I do NOT have a “Death in Teheran” tie in with today’s post.  Anyone who does not know that one paragraph tale should drop everything and read it.   I have never forgotten that story.   Am thinking less about death since I came out. Freud thought about death once a day (I guess to take a break from thinking about sex).
Aside; I always loved the French expression le petite morte-the little death for the orgasm.
The best remedy, cure, antidote to nothingness is to live.  Do you like the lines, uttered in  anguish by the great William Holden in  The Bridge over the River Kwai when he finally erupts in fury, in the jungle, on the long march at Capt. Warden:

“you and your L pills. They go together well.  There’s a stench of death about   you.  How to die like a hero. When the only important thing is how to live like a man.”

I just want to live. And if it is possible to live life to the fullest, all the better. Jesus did not come and say “I have come to condemn this and that sexual practice” but he said he came to give life.

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