I'll be honest, my muse and I have some issues. You know Clio, Zeus's
daughter. She is the muse of history, pictured with a scroll and
books. She moves me to write, but there's one draw back. Clio gets
carried away.
Clio the muse of history picks her favorite web sites
and an article about Clio and Cornelia

Clio and Mythology

Clio, the muse of history, my muse, has choosen the best of the net mythology web sites.

Legal Waver: This is Clio's oppinion, only.


Clio's realm

*****

Clio demands this site should get 10 stars so I gave it five for the
parchment background and Greek graphics which lend a period feel.
Click on Who Are The Muses to learn about these talented sisters. My
favorites are of course Clio and Calliope. Drop me a line at
Coramiri.yahoo.com to let me know who your favorites are.

http://www.musesrealm.net/


2. Apollo's temple

****

Four stars for a gorgeous marble background accented with two flaming
cauldrons. As for the breathtaking image of Apollo, Clio sighed, "If
only he did look as good as that statue." Clio and all of her sisters
dated Apollo, so I don't think the statute differs much from his true
image. You know what they say about those muses, they like the men
and the gods. At the bottom left side of the page hit the purple
crystal ball and ask what you will of the oracle.

http://templeapollo.faithweb.com/temple.html


3.Meet Clio

****

Four stars for an enchanted site filled of scavenger hunts and mazes.
Clio has bad tidings. Gremlins stole her rune stones and she sends
you on a quest to find them. Click on http://ladyinblack.com to
appear at the castle and search the fanciful realms of stars, moon's,
dreams, dragons, wizards, and mermaids. Look for the stones near the
bottom of the pages. When you've achieved noble victory send an e-
mail missive to the fair Lady in black and claim your award.

http://www.ladyinblack.com/castle/clio.htm



4. Mount Olympus Adoptions

****

Four stars for a site offering what we all need, clip art of the
Gods. Everyone needs a home or should I say a temple of his or her
own. Take the adoption certificate with your god or Goddess. Choose
from ravishing Aphrodite to fiery Hestia.

http://www.fortunecity.com/rivendell/fireside/834/mountolympusadoption
s.htm


5. Sappho and Alcaeus Wallpaper

***

Three stars for this screen saver of the Classic portrayal by
Lawrence Alma-Tadema 1881 of Sappho, the Greek woman poet and
Alcaeus, a fellow poet and close male associate of Sappho. She was so
talented in both music, dance and poetry that Plato called her the
tenth Muse. There is no better compliment Clio said as she batted her
eyes. If you click on New at the number #1 site
http://www.musesrealm.net/ and scroll to Greek Lyrics you can read
some of her work, such as: "To a Rival: You will die and be still,
never shall be memory left of your life after this, nor regret when
you are gone."

http://sunsite.dk/cgfa/alma/p-alma6.htm


6. Women in Greek Myths

****

Four stars for a beautiful picture of Goddess Psyche, set between two
menus. On the later menu the Which Goddess are You Quiz is a blast.
Hit M at the alphabet bar to link to muses. Clio just wanted everyone
to know her name means proclaimer. What a surprise, not!

http://www.paleothea.com/


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Clio The Muse

by Cornelia Amiri



I'll be honest, my muse and I have some issues. You know Clio, Zeus's
daughter. She is the muse of history, pictured with a scroll and
books. She moves me to write, but there's one draw back. Clio gets
carried away.

For example the other day, I was scanning incoming e-mails when Clio
cocked her head my way and grinned. "They found the ruins of Atlantis
off the coast of Japan," she said in a deep honeyed voice.

"No they didn't." I flashed her a tight-lipped smile. "I already
heard about it, an underwater structure off the coast of Okinawa
12,000 years old. But, Scientist have not ruled that it is
artificial." With an upward tilt of my head I primly told her. "They
concluded at this point that it is not man made."

"Do you believe that?" She asked with a toss of her head.

"Yes, Clio, I do. The scientist know what that they are doing. And
the bottom line is I'm not abut to write anything, I mean short
story, novel, nothing, on Atlantis."

"Stone terraces cut at right angles with staircases and columns. Five
sites have now been found off the coast of three different islands,"
Clio cooed.

"It's a legend. It's been done and over done. We have no real
knowledge of what these people looked like, what they ate, how they
lived, or what they believed. We don't even know if they existed," I
retorted.

"My dear Cornelia, of course they existed." She laid her pile of
books and scrolls on the floor and sat atop the dusty volumes with
all the aplomb of a queen on a cushioned throne. "I ought to know."

"That's right." I remembered. "You were there."

Her brows arched upwards and she pressed her hand against her chest
as if in dire distress. "How dare you. That was 12,000 years ago. I
am not a day over 2500." With elbows flexed and palms outstretched
she said, "I was born in the great Athenian age. I'm a muse. Zeus's
daughter," she added in a condescending tone.

"That's right. Atlantis was even before your time. Wow." I turned my
head and mumbled in the air, "It is old."

"Never mind that." She stood and strolled across the floor as she
adjusted the mounted golden ringlets of her Greek hairstyle. "I was
saying, I was the muse that inspired Solon to talk to the Egyptian
priest that told him the story of Atlantis. And I inspired Plato to
write of it years later."

"You were bothering people, way back then."

"Enlightening People. I never bother anyone." With a glint in her
eyes, she proudly declared. "I made them famous."

"Look, Clio, I'm not researching or writing about Atlantis. So you
can give it up. Everyone from Plato to Disney has done Atlantis. I
can't compete with that."

"It would be lovely as a romance," she said in her tempting muse
voice.

"No," I said in the same curt tone that the weakest-leak lady says
good-bye in.

"All you have to do is go to that computer and type in Atlantis. The
internet will do the rest. It's that easy."

"I grinned sheepishly. I had her now. "You do it then."

With a hunt and peck method, as if she was afraid the computer would
bite her, she entered in some letters then froze. Where is the rest
of the alphabet?"

"Are you using Greek, again?" I asked.

"Of course. Oh, never mind, I see, this keyboard as you call it, is
in the Latin alphabet."

"The alphabet's the same as the Latin one, but if I were you I would
spell it in English."

She made a tsk, tsk sound then said, "Don't be silly, why would
anything classical be in English."

"Clio, just forget it. You're not talking me into the Atlantis idea."

She put her hands on her hips and glared at me.

Then out of the blue a thought came to me. Clio had inspired Plato.
She had been around since ancient Greece. Maybe she was good for
something. "Clio can you translate ancient Greek and ancient Latin
into English for me."

"No," she said in the same curt tone I had used earlier. Clio watches
the weakest link also.

"Why not?" I folded my arms across my chest and stared at her.

"That would be cheating. I can inspire you to learn ancient Greek and
Latin so that you can translate manuscripts, but I can't do it for
you."

"Well, it was just an idea, I'm not really interested in that anyway."

"No, but it did bring a thought to your mind." Clio's eyes gleamed
mischievously. "Didn't it?"

"Humph?" I smiled back. "The Rosetta stone."

"Interesting." Clio's smiled wryly.

"I was thinking of the linguist that decoded the hieroglyphics. He
saved the history of one of the greatest cultures ever known to man."

"Now, that was a hero," Clio tapped her finger against her cheek.

"I know the man that translated it was French, and it was 1799, but I
don't recall his name."

"That would be easy enough to find out," Clio said.

"That's true ." I paused and pondered. "You know I think of him as a
very dashing figure."

Clio led on. "Oh, I'm sure he was."

I walked toward the computer. "Excuse me," I said as I gestured Clio
to move over. I sat down and placed my hands upon the keyboard. I
typed "The Rosetta stone" in the search field and pushed enter.

I could hear Clio laughing in the background. But I didn't grimace at
her mocking laughter. I didn't' even glance up at her. I was so
relieved that I hadn't typed in Atlantis.