Orpheus

Orpheus
Orpheus was the son of Calliope and either Oeagrus or Apollo. He was the greatest musician and poet of Greek myth, whose songs could charm wild beasts and coax even rocks and trees into movement. He was one of the Argonauts, and when the Argo had to pass the island of the Sirens, it was Orpheus' music which prevented the crew from being lured to destruction.

When Orpheus' wife, Eurydice, was killed by the bite of a serpent, he went down to the underworld to bring her back. His songs were so beautiful that Hades finally agreed to allow Eurydice to return to the world of the living. However, Orpheus had to meet one condition: he must not look back as he was conducting her to the surface. Just before the pair reached the upper world, Orpheus looked back, and Eurydice slipped back into the netherworld once again.
Orpheus was inconsolable at this second loss of his wife. He spurned the company of women and kept apart from ordinary human activities. A group of Ciconian Maenads, female devotees of Dionysus, came upon him one day as he sat singing beneath a tree. They attacked him, throwing rocks, branches, and anything else that came to hand. However, Orpheus' music was so beautiful that it charmed even inanimate objects, and the missiles refused to strike him. Finally, the Maenads' attacked him with their own hands, and tore him to pieces. Orpheus' head floated down the river, still singing, and came to rest on the isle of Lesbos.
Orpheus was also reputed to be the founder of the Orphic religious cult.

The Poetry

Wana Sedayu's Short Story RYAN didn’t lose his mind to make a fun of his uncle. He no longer put his urine to his uncle cup, otherwise he put chicken shit, took from the backyard, to the cup. * * * WHILE Bahasa Indonesia on progress, the teacher seemed too lazy to teach the lesson. So he ordered his pupil to make a poem to kill the time, then he left the classroom. There was nothing on Ryan’s mind, meanwhile his other pals starting to do their duty with all they’ve got. Suddenly he remembered on the event that happened last afternoon, or more precisely to every afternoon he passed along with his uncle. Then he started to write about it. 30 minutes already passed away, the teacher came to check his pupil poems. Then he ordered his pupil to read short story while he check on his pupil poems on his desk. Several minutes later he called Ryan to face him to his desk. And Ryan obeyed the teacher’s order. “Did you make this poem?”The teacher asked. “Yes sir.”He answered. “Why did you write a poem like this one?”The teacher asked once again “So what kind of poem I should write to?”Ryan replied by asking his teacher. “This poem,,, You know,,, too porn!”Whispered the teacher to Ryan. “But that based on my daily activities, Sir. That’s not porn!”Explained Ryan to the teacher. The teacher who is so charming thought for a while then he ask Ryan to meet him furthermore to his desk in Teacher office at the break time. And Ryan agreed to. So he back to his chair, while his teacher staring to his hips and the way he walking from behind, to continue the lesson. * * * IF he too tired after the whole day working for that family, he would relax on his old and smell bed while he wrote in his diary. He would write anything he done. He didn’t write everyday because his busywork on being a student and a page for that family make him too tired too describe the ambiance of his heart at that very moment. That night he thought hard. He reminded the event he passed along with his teacher, something he didn’t want to remember. But that moment opened his eyes to think for his future. Suddenly he felt tired and weak. But more than that he felt worry, concern, but the most he felt mad. He wanted to blow up all his anger but he didn’t have any know how. Sometimes his mind filled with ideas of making a fun for all the members of his family in that house with the nastiest way you never thought before. He thought his uncle, aunty and his cousins who bad to him for long time since he moved in to that house should take his revenge. Revenge always sweet. Sometimes he pissed into his the basket of washed clothes when his aunty asked him to wash. He also ever put pepper in his aunt’s powder box, mixed cat shit into the steam rice that made for his 5-years-old-cousin. He also ever put in his very own shit into his 11-years-old-cousin’s shoes. Or he ever put a dead mouse into the drawer of Miss Ririn, his Uncle’s sister, so all the clothes smell stinky. But nobody knew about it, he of course do all of that very carefully. Although he still had to get bad treats from the wife of his uncle that he called aunty. Aunty told him to do many errand jobs such as baby sitting, cleaning the house, and so on. Beside that he often be abused verbally and sometimes physically by his aunty and Miss Ririn. For him, those 2 women are already being devils in that house. But there was something more painful than all of that. He had to experience very bad treat from his own uncle. He was raped every any chances. That shoes factory labor forced his own nephew to fulfill his lust. He didn’t know why his uncle could do something bad like that to him. Especially when he knew his gender. Why his uncle had to have a sex with the same gender. Why the man who asked him to moved in after he graduated from junior high and paid for his school use his ass to fuck. He couldn’t resist because he felt pressed and threatened. He just felt have to pay for his uncle’s kindness. Once before dead his mother advise him to be a smart and virtuous boy. * * * AFTER read that poem in that class, the teacher fell something unspeakable in his thought. That afternoon he called Ryan to meet him in teacher office then he asked Ryan to come along with him to his house to get the punishment. Ryan regretted nothing for making that poem. He faced what he had to. He agreed to follow his teacher to his teacher’s house. He entered into a medium-size-rent-house. He was served by his teacher a while after he sat on a smell-filthy-couch. Pictures, which were placed on the rack, was had seen by Ryan. From what he saw, he can conclude that his teacher still single, but he already predict about that. His teacher behavior even made him so sure that grown-up-man not look like what he thought before. And he keep served well and got a good treat from his teacher. In that living room, he sat next to his teacher felt uncomfortable because then his teacher’s hand start to touch hi left hip. He bit his own lips. He knew what his teacher up to. Without any ordered he start to take the action first. He kissed his teacher with French kiss style. Then the teacher lifted him to the bedroom. There, he did what he usually done with his uncle. * * * THAT night he couldn’t sleep at all. He reminded to his teacher. Suddenly he missed for that French kiss, that cuddle, that blowjob, that shake, that bang, that touch. He bit his own lips once more while reading again his poem on his bed. Kelamin Paman bersetubuh dengan paman menjelma kucing bersayap bidadari mendekap manja sayang sayangan pada hari dimana mereka belum pulang melumat daging kejantanannya dipaksa berbuat pada lelap tidur paman suara mengadsuh kudengar riang berderai-derai luka bacokan pada kampak yang menghunus tajam rampas kelaminnya di waktu senggang Then he was starting to smile. He felt there nothing wrong with his poem.

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The Girl By The Corner

It was after school, i saw her. Standing by the corner of the street, holding her doll. I saw her everyday, always the same. Everyone thinks she's weird. But i was rather interested with her. What was keeping her company? Why she never cried? It was a true mystery, and i'm the one whose going to find out.
The next day, i hid in the shrub next to the corner where she usually are and wait. She came. Holding her dolly, with her school backpack. I crouched nearer to the shrub beside her, i seemed had made a small rustle, she heard it and ran. I grabbed my bag and raced to a street, i tripped over something soft. I took it from the ground. The doll. But, there was something strange about the doll, its eyes were blue like ice, just like the girl. Her bag lay by the ground, she was nowhere to be found.
I let out a silent scream as the doll, somehow, was staring right at me! I dropped it. It's all my fault, i thought. That i shouldn't chase the girl and this wouldn't happen. Was i going crazy? I picked up her bag, and rummaged through it. A dirty book with pictures that i found. I flipped over the pages and i saw the most terrible thing in my life, it was a photo of when her parents died. And another was at a b'day party, she was covered with dirt, as though she'd been running through the forest and carried a knife. She had the most terrible memories.
And i know now, her last company was her doll, dry and empty and she can't think. Her doll was an only choice.