The Lion Cometh – 4 – (Redux)

Lyle'sGoldenSyrupWhen I was a child in England my mother always had a tin of Lyle’s Golden Syrup in her kitchen, she used it in her baking and desserts and also for spooning into my mouth when I was too raucous or running in circles craving sweetness. I remember it looking similar to honey although not tasting as good.

But it was the drawing on the tin and the words under the drawing that really fascinated me. Was the lion dead or only sleeping? Was the cloud of insects a swarm of flies or bees or what? Were the insects real or was the lion dreaming them? And what could the words possibly mean?

And what, oh what , you foodies out there, do the words, “Partially Inverted Refiner’s Syrup” mean?

LionessWatching 2CubsI hadn’t thought of this for decades but in putting this series of posts together and exploring lion connections it emerged again from the deep caves of memory.

Wikipedia informs me that, “Out of the strong came forth sweetness” is a reference to the Biblical story in chapter 14 of the Book of Judges in which Sampson was traveling in search of a wife. During the journey he killed a lion, and when he passed the same spot on his return he noticed that a swarm of bees had formed a comb of honey in the carcass. Samson later turned this into a riddle at a wedding: “Out of the eater came forth food and out of the strong came forth sweetness”.

Mother-and-Lion-Cub tongueNow, I know and love riddles but to call this a riddle is sweetly unfair. A true riddle needs to be able to be solved by wit and intelligence. However; the answer to Sampson’s ‘riddle’ could only come from someone who was with him when he found the honeyed lion, and, as far as I know, he was alone. Any other riddlers out there? If so – am I right about this one?

Lioness & her cub, during a break from their mid-day cat napIf you want to know why Abram Lyle used this as a slogan on his syrup tin you’re just going to have to Google or guess it.

If you want to know why I have used photos of mother lions with cubs – read the words on the tin again…”Out of the strong…”

mother-lion-and-cubs_850_watermark-text

Now here’s a real riddle, easy-peasy but the answer is appropriate to my sun sign : Give me food, and I will live; give me water, and I will die. What am I? Can you solve this?

What’s your favorite riddle? – send it in and see if we are able to solve it…

This series of posts are a repeat celebration of my astrological sun sign, Leo, in  words, images and music…Please see #1 for more detail.

“She’s alright with me…”

All photos credit to Wikipedia and Google Images. First Lioness and cub photo thanks to lightworkers.org / Lioness licking cub photo thanks to amazinganimalphotos.com / Third lioness with cub photo thanks to aurich.com / Final lioness and cub photo thanks to animalpictureplace.com

 

The Lion Cometh – 3 – (Redux)

rapgenius.com

In the wide savannah of my dreaming,

across the tangled jungles of my years,

I yawn through ancient hungry teeth

shaking the sultry sky with my voice,

filling the scorched air with bloody breath.

 

I stretch and scratch and roll

in fractured mud and satisfying dust,

my rippled spine crushing a thousand flies,

my knotted mane sweeping hot earth

like the ragged fingers of a god.

 

My needs are as simple as the moon;

I eat, sleep, mate and mate some more,

I leave the killing to the women,

they are so fast and sure, while I sleep on,

silhouetted by another setting sun.

This series of posts are a repeat celebration of my astrological sun sign, Leo, in  words, images and music…Please see #1 for more detail.

Poem by clinock / Lion photo with thanks to rapgenius.com / The Lion Sleeps Tonight sung by Lebo M.

 

The Lion Cometh – 2 – (Redux)

old lionThe following humorous monologue was originally performed by British humorist Stanley Holloway and read here by Roy Hudd. As a child I loved this and still do.

Green LionThis series of posts are a repeat celebration of my astrological sun sign, Leo, in  words, images and music…Please see #1 for more detail.

LEOItalian Lion sculpture photo by clinock / ‘Green Lion’ painting by unknown artist (Please contact me if you know this artist so I can give credit). / Leo wall art by unknown Italian artist.

The Lion Cometh – 1 – (Redux)

LEOLeo is my sun sign – on Wednesday the sun entered the astrological sign of The Lion, always a potent and pivotal force for change, strength and confirmation in my life.

I am re-posting my ‘Celebration of Leo’ series from last year with some edits here and there. This constitutes a blogging summer break of sorts for me as I give my days renovating my patio and condo and preparing my art for a few local community exhibitions. Summertime, for me, is not the “lazy, hazy days” of the song but a time when I feel at the peak of my focussed energy and accomplish more than at any other time of year. In this month of my day of birth I conjure the strength and power of the lion and the subtle wisdom of the domestic cat. Under the mid-year sun and it’s heat I am more myself than I am in all other seasons.

Leo StarMy Leo Star, drawn from the astrological colours given to this sign.

Even though the nature of the lion is a powerful part of who I am, his domestic kin, the pussycat, is a more present and comfortable spirit that shares my days. I waver frequently between both energies.

Brit lionMr B

This and the next few posts will be in honour of the Lion, in words, images and music…

 

Leo wall art by unknown artist, Italy. / Leo Star by clinock / British Lion painting by L D Luard. / Cat photo of Mr. Bunbury who died last year, still cherished and missed. / You Tube video by great Canadian singer, Bruce Cockburn.

As a Horse Enters the Room

clinock:

I was left speechless by this exquisite work of text / image / poetry by Steven and am honoured to share it here. Everything Steven performs is worthy of your time and attention so I encourage you to visit him at http://poemimage.wordpress.com

Originally posted on poemimage:

622839

William Blake lifting and parting silken rays of translucent ecstasy, without a thought to his own gain, rambling upon the aftermath of a village, the merciless beast of empire pressing her breastplate to the ground, and the spewing of milk, unseen, in the clover-scented breeze.

mirror image1633

 William’s words rising upon the feet of a woman, in a tintype portrait, as he drapes her shoulders with blue silk curtains emblazoned with golden script. I would do this all again she thinks, folding the air around his eyes into the mouth of a small, and infinitely glowing, sea creature:

2448

 The eye of the sun blinking, penetrating her fingertips, rays drifting, a glimmer sinking into the pasture, the sun dipping into a hollow made by sounds, half rolling, half floating to the chants and whispered songs of mothers, the sun warming milk, rolling like a wheel of honey igniting fire in the body…

View original 421 more words

Sagacious Serendipity – Red

 

Redimg380

A working studio becomes layered with a deep and wondrous treasure trove of raw material. When I become a camera the possibilities of framing chance encounters with surreal and inspiring compositions are limitless. This series shares my captures of random juxtapositions that caught my eye. Some I may use as source ideas for painting, but all are complete in themselves as examples of sagacious serendipity.

The scraps of writing and doodles are taken from my version of a sketchbook which consists of bits of paper I scribble on as I moodle around the studio.

Click on images for more detail.

Sagacious Serendipity – shed skins

shed skinsshedskinsA working studio becomes layered with a deep and wondrous treasure trove of raw material. When I become a camera the possibilities of framing chance encounters with surreal and inspiring compositions are limitless. This series shares my captures of random juxtapositions that caught my eye. Some I may use as source ideas for painting, but all are complete in themselves as examples of sagacious serendipity.

The scraps of writing and doodles are taken from my version of a sketchbook which consists of bits of paper I scribble on as I moodle around the studio.

Click on images for more detail.