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of that man skilled in all ways of contending, the wanderer, harried for years on end, after he plundered the stronghold on the proud height of Troy. He saw the townlands and learned the minds of many distant men, and weathered many bitter nights and days in his deep heart at sea, while he fought only to save his life, to bring his shipmates home. But not by will nor valor could he save them, for their own recklessness destroyed them all-- children and fools, they killed and feasted on the cattle of Lord Helios, the Sun, and he who moves all day through the heaven took from their eyes the dawn of their return. . . --Translated by Robert Fitzgerald (1974) |


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. . . Come, my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down: It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho' We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. --ULYSSES |
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| Surfers and cowboys are classic American archetypes. While one goes with the flow, the other rides against the wind, and hence the 45SURF trademark--the old Colt .45 Revolver from Sergio Leone's/Clint Eastwood's Fistful of Dollars on a Surfboard--is a modern yin-yang symbol. The cowboy and surfer archetypes swirl into one-another throughout 45SURF, for at the end of the day, both are "Dudes." |

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murderous, doomed, that cost the Achaeans countless losses, hurling down to the House of Death so many sturdy souls, great fighters. souls, but made their bodies carrion, feasts for the dogs and birds, and the will of Zeus was moving toward its end. Begin, Muse, when the two first broke and clashed, Agamemnon lord of men and brilliant Achilles. . . . Translated by Robert Fagles (1990) |
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| Joseph Campbell on the mythological Goddess archetype--the world-famous 45SURF Hero's Journey Mythology Goddesses--in The Hero with a Thousand Faces: "The ultimate adventure, when all the barriers and ogres have been overcome, is commonly represented as a mystical marriage of the triumphant hero-soul with the Queen Goddess of the World. This is the crisis at the nadir, the zenith, or at the uttermost edge of the earth, at the central point of the cosmos, in the tabernacle of the temple, or within the darkness of the deepest chamber of the heart. The meeting with the goddess (who is incarnate in every woman) is the final test of the talent of the hero to win the boon of love (charity: amor fati), which is life itself enjoyed as the encasement of eternity. And when the adventurer, in this context, is not a youth but a maid, she is the one who, by her qualities, her beauty, or her yearning, is fit to become the consort of an immortal." --The Hero With a Thousand Faces |
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Italiam, fato profugus, Laviniaque venit litora, multum ille et terris iactatus et alto vi superum saevae memorem Iunonis ob iram; multa quoque et bello passus, dum conderet urbem, inferretque deos Latio, genus unde Latinum, Albanique patres, atque altae moenia Romae. Musa, mihi causas memora, quo numine laeso, quidve dolens, regina deum tot volvere casus insignem pietate virum, tot adire labores impulerit. Tantaene animis caelestibus irae? |


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Sing in me, Muse, and through me tell the story of that man skilled in all ways of contending, the wanderer, harried for years on end, after he plundered the stronghold on the proud height of Troy. He saw the townlands and learned the minds of many distant men, and weathered many bitter nights and days in his deep heart at sea, while he fought only to save his life, to bring his shipmates home. But not by will nor valor could he save them, for their own recklessness destroyed them all . children and fools, they killed and feasted on the cattle of Lord Helios, the Sun, and he who moves all day through the heaven took from their eyes the dawn of their return. . . . Translated by Robert Fitzgerald (1961) |


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. . . Come, my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down: It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho' We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. --ULYSSES |



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The art of photography is about angling for the classic
beauty and rendering its ideal real--capturing the
epic "arete" that has inspired from
the dawn of time,
all the while knowing that Melville's "ungraspable phantom of life"
will yet
swim
free, inspiring the next shoot. --Dr. E![]() To see a world in a grain of sand, And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, And eternity in an hour. --William Blake |
THE 45SURFCOWBOY store NEW! THE MALIBU MOON! 45SURF on myspace 45SURF on facebook del.icio.us | Digg it StumbleUpon| Fark It Enjoy the classical, heroic spirit that pervades the 45SURF photography & philosophy! |
A picture's worth a thousand words, and those words ought
tell beauty's classic, epic story. --Dr. E
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| While the fleet of foot Achilles was drawing his great sword from his sheath, the Goddess Athene came to him from heaven, sent forth of the white-armed goddess Hera, whose heart loved both alike and had care for them. --Homer's Iliad |
Nil sine magno vita labore dedit mortalibus.
o Life grants nothing to us mortals without hard work.
o Book I, satire ix, line 59
--HORACE
...loquimur, fugerit invida aetas: carpe diem, quam minimum
credula postero.
o As we speak cruel time is fleeing. Seize the day, believing
as little as possible in the morrow.
o Book I, ode xi, line 8
--HORACE
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How would you like to stand like a God before the crest of a monster
billow, always rushing to the bottom of a hill and never reaching its
base, and to come rushing in for a half mile at express speed, in
graceful attitude, until you reach the beach and step easily from the
wave? -- Duke Kahanamoku
A man ought to do what he thinks is right. If everything isn't black and white, I say, 'Why the hell not?' -- John "The Duke" Wayne |
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Caught in the breakers, in the air I fly, Towards wild white surf kissing shimmering sand. Wind snaps the sail taught, the waves I defy, Yet I'm drawn towards the line where water meets land, For we only know one by the other, The black words defined by the white borders, As indifferent nature is man's mother, Chaos emboldens the rarer order. And out on that board I feel so alone, In the blue, greeted by but reflection, It's by nature our uniqueness is known, Fleeting beauty caught by time's direction. Words are but the immortal part of me, Struggling from the fleeting thought to break free. --Dr. E aka The Photographer With No Name |


