Pray to the Moon when She is round,
Luck with you will then abound,
What you seek for shall be found
On the sea or solid ground.


I establish this space as a Sanctum & Offering Space to the oft misunderstood & undervalued god, Momos (Μῶμος or Momus). 

Momos, child of Nyx, sibling to many, one among the countless Old Ones forgotten with time. Adjudicated, rejected, ejected... yet still celebrated by a few who could set ego aside long enough to grasp the value of His arte.  

I. The Sanctum will hold a growing collection of works -- both written & rendered -- in His honour. It is intended that this collection will reveal His true nature to the genuinely inquisitive.

II. The Sanctum will be a place to make offerings to Momos: strong & contrary words, scathing remarks, criticism/critique -- both harsh & gentle, lamentation, sarcastic wit, scorn, satire (political & otherwise), skeptical observations, pithy quotations, mockery, bawdy humour, wholehearted concerns & genuine complaints regarding Our-State-of-Affairs. 

It shall be a safe space for our graffiti. 

It shall be a safe space for our graffiti. 

It shall be a safe space for our graffiti. 

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Though with the gods the world is cumbered,
Gods unnamed, and gods unnumbered,
Never god was known to be
Who had not his devotee.
So I dedicate to mine,
Here in verse, my temple-shrine.
'Tis not Ares - mighty Mars,
Who can give success in wars;
'Tis not Morpheus, who doth keep
Guard above us while we sleep;
'Tis not Venus, she whose duty
'Tis to give us love and beauty.
Hail to these, and others, after
Momus, gleesome god of laughter.
Quirinus would guard my health,
Plutus would insure me wealth;
Mercury looks after trade,
Hera smiles on youth and maid.
All are kind, I own their worth,
After Momus, god of mirth.
Though Apollo, out of spite,
Hides away his face of light,
Though Minerva looks askance,
Deigning me no smiling glance,
Kings and queens may envy me
While I claim the god of glee.
Wisdom wearies, Love has wings --
Wealth makes burdens, Pleasure stings,
Glory proves a thorny crown --
So all gifts the gods throw down
Bring their pains and troubles after;
All save Momus, god of laughter.
He alone gives constant joy,
Hail to Momus, happy boy! 
Momus, God of Laughter by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Submit your Offerings below. 


Moma Fauna said...

"Anybody who maintains absolute standards of good and evil is dangerous. As dangerous as a maniac with a loaded revolver. In fact, the person who maintains absolute standards of good and evil usually is the maniac with the revolver."

~ Tom Robbins, Skinny Legs & All

Moma Fauna said...

“I just wish people wouldn’t quote Lincoln or the Bible, or hang out the flag or the cross, to cover up something that belongs more to the bank-book and the three golden balls.”

- Sinclair Lewis, Gideon Planish

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