The entity describes the mythological lyrical duel of Apollo with Marsyas (about which more beautiful game).
According
to mythology, Marsyas is challenged to a duel that god Apollo, but of
course it mortally angry, because by challenging skills challenged
Apollo, who was known as the god of art and music!
Apollo wins the duel. The anger that God attaches Marsyas to a tree, stripping it from the skin (the penalty for hubris and swagger). Marsyas screams of pain, and Apollo, shaking from his instrument pure disgust.
Cry of Marsyas, described by the lyrical, is monotonous only in appearance, consists of one vowel "A" (Aaaaaaaaaa!)
In fact, Marsyas is screaming the whole, the infinite pain of their existence.
"Bald mountains of liver
eat white ravines
rustling forests of lung
sweet hills muscle
joints bile blood and chills
Winter winds bone
the salt storage "
Apollo
is still shaken by disgust cleans your instrument and Marsyas screams
constantly, which is slowly becoming more than nerves of Apollo, "the
nerves of plastics"
Apollo
walking away from the place goes to the winner of the duel-lane and
surrounded by beautiful bukszpanami bezuczuciowo wonders whether this
cry of Marsyas sometimes not created a new "branch of art."
Then at the feet of the god falls dead dictionary, completely petrified. Apollo turns around and sees that tied the tree to which Marsyas is osiwiało.
Secrets of the greatest lyrical subject uwodzicieliCo want to tell us? Maybe
the fact that the cruelty of Apollo, the great, beautiful art and music
god died nightingale, which as you know has always been a symbol of the
beautiful and sensitive music, gentleness, charm, which has no other
bird, a divine voice.
Is this bird had Apollowi show that he did wrong?
That
music has to be beautiful in itself and not the field of competition
and punishment of death for weakness and try to be as good musically as
the same god?
Nightingale petrified with despair, tree osiwiało Marsyas and Apollo proud of the victory march bukszpanową alley.
Apollo won, he played better, but all nature seems cruel to deny his victory quietly and yet almost shouting.
Notice to the recipient line: do not always really the winner wins.
Sometimes you win, be a great and wonderful, while a poor, small and cruel. Overcome without a word and ... nonsense.