A few weeks back I conceived a short poem from a recalled dream, which I did not completely understand (remaining ambiguous to a certain degree as most dreams do).
I had decided to not post it for the moment because it apparently did not have any relation to what I was working on at the moment which were some drawings, so devoid of an elegant paring of both poem and drawings, I waited and remained waiting without posting.
After viewing a video a few days ago from the course “The Ancient Greek Hero in 24 Hrs” where the scholars Douglas Frame and Gregory Nagy discuss “telos” and it’s relationship to charioteers and crashes, the dream and poem resonated on a very different level for me, especially since the title of my poem was “Fear of Crashing”.
The discussion centered around chariot driving and the outcomes for heroes such as Patroklos, Nestor, Phaethon, and Hippolytus, all having to do with life/career paths, stages, initiations, and cycles.
A very important key for me: avoiding crashes with mythological bulls and incoming traffic. Here is the very short poem:
Fear of Crashing
Night highway flowing darkly,
swarming headlights blind my eyes,
against traffic I’m driving,
lane swerving swift motions of mine.