Tumgik
#laocoön
conformi · 17 days
Text
Tumblr media
Pinkydoll photographed by Logan Jackson and styled by Dara for Interview Magazine Fall 2023 VS Agesander, Athenodoros and Polydorus, Laocoön and His Sons, 1st century AD
41 notes · View notes
pagansphinx · 8 months
Text
Tumblr media
El Greco (Greek, worked in Spain - 1541-1614) • Laocoön • 1610-11 • National Gallery of Art, Washington D.C. • Mannerism/Spanish Renaissance
In his haunting painting Laocoön, El Greco depicts a violent Greek myth as if it had taken place in his adopted city of Toledo, Spain. According to Virgil’s Aeneid, Laocoön, the priest of Troy, recognized the monumental wooden horse proffered by the enemy Greeks for what it was: a trick rather than a gift. Hurling his spear at it, he implored the Trojans not to pull the horse into the city. The goddess Minerva, who favored the Greeks, avenged his action by sending two serpents to kill the priest and his two sons. The Trojans, misreading the cause of Laocoön’s death, drew the horse into the city, where the Greek soldiers hidden inside it ambushed the Trojans and laid waste to Troy. ~ National Gallery of Art - Washington, D.C.
20 notes · View notes
twoshotsofhappy · 10 months
Text
Laocoön, potter and prophet, is a broken man. He moves fretfully through the streets of Troy, disconnected from the city around him, and from himself.
But there are moments when the gods move through him, and in those moments he lights up from within. It's not a comfortable light. It's a light that comes with a heavy burden. But it's a light all the same.
In one such moment, I watch him sitting in his workshop, drawing as the sirens sound. His pencil moves with feverish intensity, lines cascading down the page like waves. Gradually we see the meaning behind the movement: three figures, framed by three sides of a rectangle.
The prophet holds it up to the glass door of the workshop, his face unreadable. At that moment the gates to Troy swing open, revealing through the glass, above the drawing, three figures, silhouetted against the light, framed in the doorway. Agammemnon, Neoptolemus and Patroclus. He knew they were coming.
Later, as Laocoön shelters behind the bar of the White Cypress, the figures have been daubed in blood. Three wounds, three sacrifices.
As he leaves, Laocoön hands the paper to a woman. She's new to the loop, and I watch, ready to make space as she joins his followers. But she doesn't - she stands very, very still, mask angled towards her gift. Every line of her body speaks of amazement and wonder. It's a beautiful thing, in that moment, to witness the impact of Laocoön's action on her.
In the city, gifts beget gifts, beget gifts.
21 notes · View notes
babymgs26 · 4 days
Text
in my research for my paper on the Laocoön statue group for my Greek Sculpture class, I came across a blog that a lady was writing where she was taking down notes and thoughts about what she was studying and researching herself… i thought it was really helpful information and a lovely note taking strategy, so I think i might start doing that here. i think it’ll be a good way to organize my thoughts and get little ideas out there for potential feedback if it’s seen or considered🤷🏼‍♀️ maybe it’ll do something similar for someone else that this one ladies blog did for me
4 notes · View notes
sweetpondduckling · 6 months
Text
Something i made
Tumblr media
5 notes · View notes
te-pu-si-ti · 9 months
Text
August 5, 2023 - Sake bar
Zagreus and Apollo have locked themselves away, so I'm waiting in the sake bar - Laocoon is there, giving his little magic show while the city is under seige.
He conjures black sand out of nowhere, which spills out between his fingers onto a tray.
I expect him to draw an eye - instead, he traces a simple triangle in the sand.
He runs his finger along the three sides, then he traces four, morphing the triangle into a square. Then the square becomes a pentagon. Then a hexagon. Around and around he goes, with beautiful precision, until each side becomes so small that they flow into one another, forming a perfect circle, a deep channel into which he pours a moat of blood.
Tumblr media
9 notes · View notes
lemurs-lionsmanes · 4 months
Text
Tumblr media
Laocoön and His Sons(1929)
by Joseph Hyrtl
2 notes · View notes
my-burnt-city · 6 months
Text
TBC 30 Day Challenge
Day 22: What 1:1 you haven't had that you want the most
Not to be That Asshole, but uhhh..... I actually had all the 1:1s in the end, including the defunct ones and the newer ones they started sprinkling in during the last couple of months, so technically I could just skip today
Buuuuut I do wish I could have had the Laocoön 1:1 with Ryan, it feels ridiculous to have spent SUCH a vast amount of time with one performer and still not have seen everything they did. But that's just the nature of the show, I guess, and that'll have to be my answer for today's prompt 😅
Tumblr media
4 notes · View notes
myburntwritings · 7 months
Text
Laocoön approaches with silent steps. He reaches for Cassandra, his princess, his priestess, half-broken on the bench. He is almost there, almost able to touch her and reassure her that he understands. That he knows. He feels the pain of prophecy. He sees the bricks crumbling while the house still stands, and bears the weight of knowing it will fall. His children were lost long ago, but he sees them as if he will lose them again tomorrow. The past, the present, and the future is always so murky.
Apollo lifts his hand, and the seer is trapped. He can be useful for what needs to be done, but not like this. The God of Prophecy stretches himself, lithe and limber, and in his net, the seer stretches. Apollo’s fingers find his own neck, and behind him the seer claws at his skin. Together they peel reality upwards to reveal vision beneath.
Cassandra watches in broken horror as the man she’s known from a distance all her life sheds his coat. No one would believe her if she told them how he had shed his very skin before her eyes and her sister Polyxena - sweet, kind, playful Polyxena – was revealed in his place.
The very air glows gold, but Apollo will not show himself to her sister. He is only where she knows to look for him now as her sister is raised into the air by her feet, her body limp, her skin pale under the godly glow as she spins and slips to the ground.
Laocoön drags himself into the shadows, his body shaking. The Greeks are coming, and he feels their invasion as a blade to his chest. But there is nothing he can do to stop it. It is in the future, and it’s already done.
Based on Georges Hann as Apollo, Ingrid Kapteyn as Cassandra, and Rob McNeill as Laocoön
3 notes · View notes
conformi · 1 year
Photo
Tumblr media
Antonio Lopez, Advertisement for Daniel Hechter, 1979 VS Agesander, Athenodoros and Polydorus, Laocoön and His Sons, 1st century AD
26 notes · View notes
artschoolglasses · 2 years
Photo
Tumblr media
A statue of Laocoön in the gardens
Versailles, France
11 notes · View notes
whims-of-fate · 2 years
Text
Tumblr media
17 notes · View notes
twoshotsofhappy · 7 months
Text
Cassandra is all at sea. For a while, she knew what she was meant to do. As she walked across the square, backlit by a blinding brightness, she knew she would have Agamemnon in her power. His face - transfixed, attention drawn away from the grisly spectacle behind him - showed her how great that power was.
She knew, as she waited in the office, glittering skull mask covering her face, that she could seduce him. His dance - martial, worshipful, eager to impress - showed her he was right. Even as he went to leave, and she tossed him his coat, his grin - the warlord turned innocent, the first hint of pure joy he'd shown since he'd carried out his first terrible duty - a reminder that he was awestruck.
She knew more than he did. As Agamemnon danced for her, she saw Laocoön through the window. The ragged man was a ghost shadowing Agamemnon's dance, mirroring it exactly. The images of the two men floated over each other and melded together in the glass. It was hard to see where Agamemnon ended and the ragged man began.
As Agamemnon sank down onto a seat Cassandra nearly took her opportunity - but the ragged man stopped her bringing the hairpin down on her enemy. Instead he led her through a vision, Agamemnon's skull cracked, blood smeared in the shape of an eye, on the glass that separated them.
But now, as they spin, hands joined, across the wide distance back to Mycenae, Cassandra is less sure. Her dance is less that of the brittle seductress, there is something more hesitant to it, more real. The king takes her hand, and in the light of his torch the twin shadows join and flutter, a butterfly.
As they approach Mycenae, they lean, hands and foreheads together. They rock back and forth, motion fluid and giving. A ship at sea, lovers in union. Before they reach the gates, a kiss.
As Agamemnon ascends the stairs, robed in purple, he will turn his jewelled face to Cassandra, leaning back to brush her cheek with his hand. She will accept the caress, leaning back in ecstasy. But his journey will go on.
Cassandra has had a change of heart. But she knows that it won't change what's to come.
10 notes · View notes
blogdemocratesjr · 11 months
Photo
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
A Sculpture Gallery in Rome at the Time of Agrippa by Lawrence Alma-Tadema + Memnon of Rhodes by Dalton Thomas Rix + Coinage of Memnon of Rhodes, Mysia. Mid 4th century BC
Memnon's career in Persian service had a strange start. In fact, the Persians needed his brother Mentor to defend the Troad (the northwest of modern Turkey), and gave him land in that region. Not much later, Mentor was made Persian supreme commander in the West and married Barsine, the daughter of the satrap of Hellespontine Phrygia, Artabazus, who married a sister of the Rhodians.
Memnon joined his brother and shared in his adventures. For example, when Artabazus rebelled against king Artaxerxes III Ochus in 353 or 352, they assisted him. The revolt was not successful, and Artabazus and Memnon were forced to flee to Pella, the capital of Macedonia. Here, they met king Philip, the young crown prince and the philosopher Aristotle of Stagira. ... The Persians dug themselves in on the banks of the river Granicus, the modern Biga Çay. If Alexander moved to the south, where he wanted to liberate Greek towns like Ephesus and Miletus, they could attack his rear; if he moved to the east to drive them out, their position was strong enough to withstand the attack of a larger army. However, the Persians were defeated (June 334).
Darius, however, understood that Memnon had been right about his strategy. He ordered the Persian navy to move to the Aegean sea; it had to come from Egypt, Phoenicia, and Cyprus, and it arrived three days too late to prevent the capture of Miletus. However, Memnon, now appointed supreme commander, managed to keep the Persian naval base Halicarnassus (modern Bodrum) for a long time and was able to evacuate the town without unacceptable losses. In fact, Halicarnassus was the last Persian victory: after the siege, Alexander needed reinforcements, and it gave the Persians the opportunity to regroup.
—Memnon of Rhodes at Livius.org
Memnon, one of King Darius’s generals against Alexander, when a mercenary soldier excessively and impudently reviled Alexander, struck him with his spear, adding, I pay you to fight against Alexander, not to reproach him.
—Plutarch, Morals vol. 1
2 notes · View notes
Text
Tumblr media
Laocoön
17 notes · View notes
te-pu-si-ti · 9 months
Text
July 19, 2023 - Troy finale
The end of everything is brewing.
Laocoön knows it: he draws a spiral that loops on itself, making a perfect flower of a cluster of a circle - then branching the line straight outward. The loop is breaking. Hades comes near.
Laocoön gathers a cluster of ghosts, has them hold their hands together, one on top of the other. Hades comes over, cupping his hands, holding whiskey. He drips it over the white masks' hands.
"Around," Laocoön whispers. The four WMs begin walking in a tight circle, hands still held in the centre, a pinwheel.
The thunder roars. The lights shine a blue that bathes the entire square.
The music begins.
Laocoön has left them, but they carry on. Around and around.
Other shades are spinning around in a wider circle, in the opposite direction. Everything is spinning. The whole town square is a whirlwind.
Hecuba arrives. Did we bring her here? Did we summon the furies? Did we break the loop?
3 notes · View notes