Mnemosyne Quotes

Gaia visited her daughter Mnemosyne, who was busy being unpronounceable.

Mnemosyne, one must admit, has shown herself to be a very careless girl.

There is a goddess of Memory, Mnemosyne; but none of Forgetting. Yet there should be, as they are twin sisters, twin powers, and walk on either side of us, disputing for sovereignty over us and who we are, all the way until death.

If the essence of creativity is linking disparate facts and ideas, then the more facility you have making associations, and the more facts and ideas you have at your disposal, the better you'll be at coming up with new ideas. As Buzan likes to point out, Mnemosyne, the goddess of memory, was the mother of the Muses.

Oh Mnemosyne, sweetest and most mischievous of muses

six male, six female. The males were OCEANUS, COEUS, CRIUS, HYPERION, IAPETUS and KRONOS. The females, THEIA, THEMIS, MNEMOSYNE, PHOEBE, TETHYS and RHEA.

Next Gaia visited her daughter Mnemosyne, who was busy being unpronounceable.

When, in an 1892 lecture before a group of teachers, William James declared that “the art of remembering is the art of thinking,” he was stating the obvious.14 Now, his words seem old-fashioned. Not only has memory lost its divinity; it’s well on its way to losing its humanness. Mnemosyne has become a machine.

The other notable Titans were OCEAN, the river that was supposed to encircle the earth; his wife TETHYS; HYPERION, the father of the sun, the moon, and the dawn; MNEMOSYNE, which means Memory; THEMIS, usually translated by Justice; and IAPETUS, important because of his sons, ATLAS, who bore the world on his shoulders,

18B. (Iamblichus, Theol. Arith. 61). The Decad is also named Faith, because, according to Philolaus, it is by the Decad and its elements, if utilized energetically and without negligence, that we arrive at a solidly grounded faith about beings. It is also the source of memory, and that is why the Monad has been called Mnemosyne.

The other notable Titans were OCEAN, the river that was supposed to encircle the earth; his wife TETHYS; HYPERION, the father of the sun, the moon, and the dawn; MNEMOSYNE, which means Memory; THEMIS, usually translated by Justice; and IAPETUS, important because of his sons, ATLAS, who bore the world on his shoulders, and PROMETHEUS, who was the savior of mankind.

It is cold in my cell. Outside, the harsh winds of February are blowing and I am told it has once again begun to snow. I sit on my cot, a blanket draped over my shoulders, and remember how the delicious heat had enveloped us like a cloak on the day we walked the streets of Livadia. To the north of that Greek town, there are two springs which were known in ancient times as Lethe and Mnemosyne. Forgetfulness and Memory. We drank from both springs, you and I, and then we fell asleep in the dappled shade of an olive grove.

Creativity is the ability to form similar connections between disparate images and to create something new and hurl it into the future so it becomes a poem, or a building, or a dance, or a novel. Creativity is, in a sense, future memory.” If the essence of creativity is linking disparate facts and ideas, then the more facility you have making associations, and the more facts and ideas you have at your disposal, the better you’ll be at coming up with new ideas. As Buzan likes to point out, Mnemosyne, the goddess of memory, was the mother of the Muses.

... What was not realized is that memory is primarily an imaginative process. In fact, learning, memory, and creativity are the same fundamental process directed with a different focus,” says Buzan. “The art and science of memory is about developing the capacity to quickly create images that link disparate ideas. Creativity is the ability to form similar connections between disparate images and to create something new and hurl it into the future so it becomes a poem, or a building, or a dance, or a novel. Creativity is, in a sense, future memory.” If the essence of creativity is linking disparate facts and ideas, then the more facility you have making associations, and the more facts and ideas you have at your disposal, the better you’ll be at coming up with new ideas. As Buzan likes to point out, Mnemosyne, the goddess of memory, was the mother of the Muses.

Hymn to Mercury : Continued 71. Sudden he changed his plan, and with strange skill Subdued the strong Latonian, by the might Of winning music, to his mightier will; His left hand held the lyre, and in his right The plectrum struck the chords—unconquerable Up from beneath his hand in circling flight The gathering music rose—and sweet as Love The penetrating notes did live and move 72. Within the heart of great Apollo—he Listened with all his soul, and laughed for pleasure. Close to his side stood harping fearlessly The unabashed boy; and to the measure Of the sweet lyre, there followed loud and free His joyous voice; for he unlocked the treasure Of his deep song, illustrating the birth Of the bright Gods, and the dark desert Earth: 73. And how to the Immortals every one A portion was assigned of all that is; But chief Mnemosyne did Maia's son Clothe in the light of his loud melodies;— And, as each God was born or had begun, He in their order due and fit degrees Sung of his birth and being—and did move Apollo to unutterable love. 74. These words were winged with his swift delight: 'You heifer-stealing schemer, well do you Deserve that fifty oxen should requite Such minstrelsies as I have heard even now. Comrade of feasts, little contriving wight, One of your secrets I would gladly know, Whether the glorious power you now show forth Was folded up within you at your birth, 75. 'Or whether mortal taught or God inspired The power of unpremeditated song? Many divinest sounds have I admired, The Olympian Gods and mortal men among; But such a strain of wondrous, strange, untired, And soul-awakening music, sweet and strong, Yet did I never hear except from thee, Offspring of May, impostor Mercury! 76. 'What Muse, what skill, what unimagined use, What exercise of subtlest art, has given Thy songs such power?—for those who hear may choose From three, the choicest of the gifts of Heaven, Delight, and love, and sleep,—sweet sleep, whose dews Are sweeter than the balmy tears of even:— And I, who speak this praise, am that Apollo Whom the Olympian Muses ever follow: 77. 'And their delight is dance, and the blithe noise Of song and overflowing poesy; And sweet, even as desire, the liquid voice Of pipes, that fills the clear air thrillingly; But never did my inmost soul rejoice In this dear work of youthful revelry As now. I wonder at thee, son of Jove; Thy harpings and thy song are soft as love. 78. 'Now since thou hast, although so very small, Science of arts so glorious, thus I swear,— And let this cornel javelin, keen and tall, Witness between us what I promise here,— That I will lead thee to the Olympian Hall, Honoured and mighty, with thy mother dear, And many glorious gifts in joy will give thee, And even at the end will ne'er deceive thee.' 79. To whom thus Mercury with prudent speech:— 'Wisely hast thou inquired of my skill: I envy thee no thing I know to teach Even this day:—for both in word and will I would be gentle with thee; thou canst reach All things in thy wise spirit, and thy sill Is highest in Heaven among the sons of Jove, Who loves thee in the fulness of his love. 80. 'The Counsellor Supreme has given to thee Divinest gifts, out of the amplitude Of his profuse exhaustless treasury; By thee, 'tis said, the depths are understood Of his far voice; by thee the mystery Of all oracular fates,—and the dread mood Of the diviner is breathed up; even I— A child—perceive thy might and majesty.

Ken Schles: Modern humans think and operate under the percept that knowledge comes from within us, but I see us in a transitional phase where cybernetic knowledge is destroying the boundaries of where memory and knowledge is situated. It’s a crisis in the making. But perhaps there’s always been confusion. Culture, a creation of Mnemosyne, is nor something that can be possessed internally. It can only be experienced outwardly, collectively, in communication with, in participation with. Perhaps, that’s why collectors put such a high price on art: so they can privately imprison an expression of gods.

La prima volta che ti ho mostrato la biblioteca, tu mi hai detto che il tuo libro preferito era II vasto, vasto mondo. Pensavo che magari ti avrebbe fatto piacere sapere che l'ho letto.’’ '‘E l'hai trovato di tuo gradimento?’’ ‘‘Per niente. Penso che sia melenso e sentimentale.''
 ‘‘Bene, tutti i gusti sono gusti’’ replicò Tessa amabilmente, sapendo che lui stava cercando di stuzzicarla. ‘‘Il piacere dell'uno è il veleno dell'altro, non trovi?’’ Era la sua immaginazione, o sembrava deluso? ‘‘Hai qualche altra segnalazione di autori americani?’’ 
‘‘A che scopo, se disprezzi i miei gusti? Penso che dovreste riconoscere che siamo piuttosto lontani in fatto di letture, e cercare altrove delle segnalazioni, signor Herondale.’’ Le parole non le erano ancora uscite di bocca, che si morse la lingua. Aveva esagerato.
 E infatti Will non gliela lasciò passare. ‘‘Signor Herondale! Io pensavo…’’ 
‘‘Cosa pensavi?’’ Il tono di Tessa era glaciale. 
‘‘Che potessimo almeno parlare di libri.’’ 
‘‘E l'abbiamo fatto. Tu hai insultato i miei gusti’’ disse Tessa. ‘‘E sappi che II vasto, vasto mondo non è il mio libro preferito. È semplicemente una storia che mi è piaciuta, come La mano nascosta o... Sai, forse potresti suggerire tu qualcosa a me, in modo che possa giudicare i tuoi, di gusti.’’
 Will si sedette sul tavolo più vicino, con le gambe penzoloni, riflettendo chiaramente sulla questione. ‘‘Il castello di Otranto…’’
 ‘‘Non è quel libro in cui il figlio dell'eroe muore schiacciato da un enorme elmo che cade dal cielo? E hai definito insulso II racconto di due città!’’ esclamò Tessa, che sarebbe morta piuttosto di ammettere che aveva letto II castello di Otranto e le era piaciuto. 
‘‘Il racconto di due città…’’ Will annuì. ‘‘Dopo che ne abbiamo parlato, l'ho riletto. Avevi ragione: non è affatto sciocco.’’
 ‘’No?’’
 ‘‘No. C'è dentro troppa disperazione.’’ 
Tessa incrociò il suo sguardo, e le sembrò di cadere dentro quegli occhi azzurri come laghi. ‘’Disperazione?’’ ‘‘Be', per Sydney non c'è futuro, con o senza amore, non trovi? Sa che senza Lucie non può salvarsi, ma tenerla accanto a sé significherebbe umiliarla.’’ 
Tessa scosse la testa. ‘‘Non è così che lo ricordo. Il suo sacrificio è nobile…’’ ‘‘Non gli rimane altro’’ insistette Will. ‘‘Non ricordi cosa dice a Lucie? "Se per voi fosse stato possibile... ricambiare l'amore dell'uomo che vedete davanti a voi - di questo povero sciagurato che si è buttato via, di questo ubriacone senza redenzione - egli, nonostante la sua gioia, in questo istante sarebbe stato consapevole che vi avrebbe trascinato nell'infelicità, trascinato nella sofferenza e nel pentimento, che vi avrebbe fatto avvizzire, vi avrebbe rovinato facendovi precipitare con lui nel fango..." Un ciocco cadde nel caminetto tra una pioggia di scintille, facendo trasalire entrambi e interrompendo Will.
 Tessa ebbe un tuffo al cuore e guardò altrove. Stupida, si disse, stizzita. Ricordava come l'aveva trattata, e tuttavia permetteva che le ginocchia le diventassero molli sentendolo citare Dickens. ‘‘Ne hai imparato a memoria un bel po', non c'è che dire. Davvero impressionante.’’ Will scostò il colletto della camicia, scoprendo la curva armoniosa della clavicola. Tessa non si accorse subito che le stava mostrando un marchio collocato pochi centimetri sopra il cuore.
‘’Mnemosyne’’ disse il Nephilim. ‘‘La runa della Memoria. È fissa.’’ Tessa distolse lo sguardo. ‘‘È tardi. Devo ritirarmi... sono esausta.’’ Gli passò davanti e si avviò verso la porta. ‘‘Vathek, di William Beckford. Se hai trovato di tuo gradimento II castello di Otranto, credo che ti piacerà.’’ ‘‘Oh, bene. Grazie. Me ne ricorderò’’ disse Tessa. Poi si rese conto di non aver affatto ammesso che II castello di Otranto le era piaciuto. Will non replicò. Era ancora accanto al tavolo. Aveva lo sguardo fisso a terra, il viso nascosto dai capelli scuri. Prima di potersi frenare Tessa disse: ‘‘Buonanotte, Will.’’ Lui alzò lo sguardo. ‘‘Buonanotte, Tessa.

M" Mnemosyne’s silent M drives me to the dictionary Her baby sister makes an n run. Youth does not tarry Those diaphanous, luminescent water jellies, Mnemiopsis, small as sneezes, I can only conjure as Knee me up, Sis Spelling? Easier to recall these beauties as invasive carnivorous, cannibalistic, and hermaphroditic (They eat each other and fuck themselves) Mnemonic is a device that helps me remember birthdays and phone numbers of those I no longer love but can recall in traces Or how to sequence pi to a thousand places as Guinness names me a mnemonist. Or my own birthday because my mother died the day before Just a handful of words end in mn, and the soul they limn: autumn, solemn, damn, condemn, the a capella hymn But hundreds contain mn. A standout: that Jurassic cephalopod, belemnite, long gone, yet its name and phallic fossil live on And should those Siamnese twins stand at the head, they’re led by a vowel that takes m by the hand and leaves n to bed another syllable. Amnesia. You are what you forget Still, the mother of all muses has a name hard to set Mnemiopsis, mnemonist, mnemonic, Mnemosyne— such elegance I should be able to recall: these words all begin with silence Perhaps her name once began with A: Out one day, bathing carefree in the Aegean, she fell for a creature she could feel but not see— say, a tentacled jelly—got entangled with the beast, lost the A, Tore her chiton, and returned in disarray Zeus said, Where’s the A I gave you on the birth of Calliope? She, recalling his trysts, yet savoring her berth, wanted no scene Saw in backward glance, the gem wedged in coral’s gritty teeth A’s so plebeian. Words are rife. Alcmene, Europa, Hera, adultery Few can spell my name yet spell I cast when lives are spent I am the Titan Mnemosyne, Goddess of All Memory, and off she went leaving Zeus to rue her gift and curse Yet wise manager, was hers not the golden purse?

Bunch of Quotes … Legend: #/ = page number 12/ Money as Archetype. The key point is that money must have power over us inwardly in order to have power in the world. We must believe in its value before we will change our conduct based on whether or not we will receive it. In the broadest sense, money becomes a vehicle of relationship. It enables us to make choices and cooperate with one another, it singlas what we will do with our energy. 16/ The Latin word moneta derives from the Indo-European root men-, which means to use one’s mind or think. The goddess Moneta is modeled on the Greek goddess of memory, Mnemosyne. Contained in the power to remember is the ability to warn, so Moneta is also considered to be a goddess who can give warnings. To suggest money can affect us in different ways we might remember that the Greek words menos (which means spirit, courage, purpose) and mania (which means madness) come from the same root as memory and Moneta. Measurement, from the Indo-European root me-, also relates to mental abilities and is a crucial aspect of money. 95/ [Crawford relates the experience of a friend], a mother, whose only son suffered from drug addiction. … At last she overcame her motherly instincts and refused him a place to stay and food and money. [She gave him a resources list for dealing with addiction.] 98/ Even an addition, according to psychologist C.G. Jung, a form of spiritual craving. Jung expressed this viewpoint in correspondence with Bill Wilson (Bill W), the founder of Alcoholics Anonymous. 107/ The inner search is not a denial of our outer needs, but rather in part a way of learning the right attitudes and actions with which to deal with the outer world—including money and ownership. 114/ Maimonodes, Golden Ladder of Charity. [this list is from charitywatch.org] Maimonides, a 12th century Jewish scholar, invented the following ladder of giving. Each rung up represents a higher degree of virtue: 1. The lowest: Giving begrudgingly and making the recipient feel disgraced or embarrassed. 2. Giving cheerfully but giving too little. 3. Giving cheerfully and adequately but only after being asked. 4. Giving before being asked. 5. Giving when you do not know who is the individual benefiting, but the recipient knows your identity. 6. Giving when you know who is the individual benefiting, but the recipient does not know your identity. 7. Giving when neither the donor nor the recipient is aware of the other's identity. 8. The Highest: Giving money, a loan, your time or whatever else it takes to enable an individual to be self-reliant. 129/ Remember as this myth unfolds [Persephone] that we are speaking of inheritance in the larger sense. What we inherit is not merely money and only received at death, but it is everything, both good and bad, that we receive from our parents throughout our lifetime. When we examine such an inheritance, some of what we receive will be truly ours and worthwhile to keep. The rest we must learn to surrender if we are to get on with our own lives. 133/ As so happens, the child must deal with what the parent refuses to confront. 146/ Whether the parent is alive or dead, the child may believe some flaw in the parent has crippled and limited the child’s life. To become attached to this point of view is damaging, because the child fails to take responsibility for his or her own destiny.

There is a goddess of Memory, Mnemosyne; but none of Forgetting. Yet there should be, as they are twin sisters, twin powers, and walk on either side of us, disputing for sovereignty over us and who we are. —Richard Holmes, A Meander Through Memory and Forgetting

The Muses were nine sisters, daughters of Zeus and Mnemosyne, which means “memory.” Their names are Clio, Erato, Thalia, Terpsichore, Calliope, Polyhymnia, Euterpe, Melpomene, and Urania. Their job is to inspire artists. Each Muse is responsible for a different art. There’s a neighborhood in New Orleans where the streets are named after the Muses.

Mnemosyne: Neither is the staleness or the toil, nor returning to the daily round. Don’t you understand that man, every man, is born in that swamp of blood? That the sacred and the divine are with you too? In bed, in the fields, before the fire? In everything you do, you renew a divine model. Day and night, there is not an instant, not even the most futile, which has not sprung from the silence of your origins. Hesiod: You speak, Melete, and I cannot help believing. Only let me adore you. Mnemosyne: My dear, you have an alternative. Hesiod: What is that? Mnemosyne: Try telling mortals the things you know.

The word “music” comes from the word “muse” in Greek. The Muses were daughters to Zeus and Mnemosyne, and protected the arts, including writing, dance, and music.

Mnemosyne

I remembered the choice awaiting travellers on arriving at the Underworld: to drink from the spring of Mnemosyne or from that of Lethe. And those who chose the former were awarded an eternity of peace and comfort, while those who wanted to forget – so as to be free of all memories of pains and terrors – were sent back to earth, so that they could learn again the lessons that sufferings bring.

. Even though nowadays you can say the words any way you like, some of them may at least give you pause: In the halcyon days of internecine tergiversation, a concupiscent chargé d'affaires at the Tanzanian consulate had the onerous assignment of arranging assignations amongst Zbigniew Brzezinski, Valery Giscard d'Estaing, Deng Xiao Peng, Angela Merkel, and Dmitri Medvedev. “What a concatenation of blackguards,” expatiated this amanuensis, who was a bona fide dilettante. “It's a veritable farrago of inextricable idiosyncrasies. They will discuss laissez-faire, hypotenuses, synapses, kamikazes, Clio, Melpomene, Mnemosyne, and other such viragoes, before arriving, apocalyptically, at the dénouement. A priori, it is de rigueur that I not err, though embarrassed and harassed vituperatively by such vagaries.” Grasping

The Muses were nine sisters, daughters of Zeus and Mnemosyne, which means "memory." Their names are Clio, Erato, Thalia, Terpsichore, Calliope, Polyhymnia, Euterpe, Melpomene, and Urania. Their job is to inspire artists.