A Fool's Brain Digests Philosophy Into Folly, Science Into Superstition, And Art Into Pedantry. Hence

A fool's brain digests philosophy into folly, science into superstition, and art into pedantry. Hence University education.

George Bernard Shaw

Yeah nah they're not re-writing this. My auto-didactic obsession you don't touch that.

If they cared about African history they'd not erase the entire dynamic between the native Kushite peoples of the Upper Nile (let alone the panoply of peoples within this "crossroads empire") and the Greek aristocracy that developed on top of it. You could tell (and have a history to reference more easily than ever) a damn good story with that? No? The wars of the Diadochi and the pressing of Africans to fight and the subsequent revolts? NoPe bIn tHaT..

To go a step further as I formerly stated the Greeks developed on top of Egyptian society and were strained to integrate. Outside of Greece they were never "truly settled" in a sense (you could even say that in Greece really...) Settling is not in the Apollonian spirit it is present, it is the body. It is that very practical, cosmopolitan, and mercantile society. (But like any it has it's hierarchies and by our modern sense it's atrocities that go with) It only existed as there was life in it and when withered leaves the Doric, Ionic, and Corinthian column as evidence it was hence. (It was not even apparent to them at first to record their history, that too "carried with" in the oral/bardic tradition)

Really the hinge of the of the Ptolemaic Empire was Crete (not literally) but as a range. Colonies in Anatolia, Cyprus, Attica, Cyrenian Libya (formerly a Republic) distinct in retaining it's character. They were a people of the sea and clung to coast in every regard (or otherwise set off to find it). With that in mind, another avenue left blind by ignorance would only take a glance south in this period. Kush, Makuria, Aksum, a multitude of African Kingdoms going all along the Horn Of Africa (and all too relevant given contemporary developments).

All submerged for cheap race swap bait. A consequence of people who relate through a cracked mirror.

Don't believe me look at all pithy weaponized empathy but none of the foundation:

https://variety.com/2023/tv/global/queen-cleopatra-black-netflix-egypt-1235590708/

RL friend posts his own poetry, art, and photography. Give him some credit for his practiced craft. Bit late in doing so myself, either way good stuff!

You stand there, the thick morning fog obscuring your vision.

The trees around you tall and overgrown, the sandy soil beneath your feet packed from years of use.

Steel and wood.

Eventually you hear it.

The unsteady warbling wail of that great beast.

Quiet at first, then louder, until it is upon you.

Its bright eye cutting through the haze.

It roars, lunging toward you at incredible speed.

But you know you are safe.

It's contained, confined to its thin piece of the land, as in some ways you are yours as well.

You turn and watch as it retreats.

Trundling off on its way.

The forlorn wail and the clattering that accompanies it drift off back into the ether.

Two beams of steel stretching out into the fog, the only mark that it was here.

You walk up and pick up two copper coins, now fused into one.

And walk back down to the little town you'll call home for the rest of your days.

The great iron beast has its path and you have yours.

The two intersecting only on mornings such as these.

Maybe one day you'll join it.

As a sojourner into whatever is beyond here.

Off in the direction of the setting sun.

Maybe tomorrow.

Or maybe you'll just put more coins upon the track.

(From A Page)

“Do you remember when?”

      Passing

A lover without a a friend

      Soft and dulcet coaxing

Bellows to a flame

      Moths to a frame

 Yet opened

Need a moment have cobwebs?

Need contentment have end?

  How another’s tugging,

         does the heart rend.

(From A Page)

Intractably set at odds

 No care for the twisted ties

          and quota hog-slop

“I know more

   about who killed so&so

Somewhere far and relevant no more”

 checkmate

   his voice comes on

      static intercom

“ I try not to invest so much

               in the blue eyed whore of Babylon”

                       Shared sentiment

“but knowings free,

                       long as you dig neath’ the right tree”

        final amends

“Well I could care less who

                    owns what and where I can’t even be”

                              locked eyes

                       transitory messenger

                “Well aren’t you an allegory for god”