"The Greeks were different. They had a passion for order and symmetry, much like the Romans, but they knew how foolish it was to deny the unseen world, the old gods. Emotion, darkness, barbarism…Do you remember what we were speaking of earlier, how bloody, terrible things are sometimes the most beautiful? It’s a very Greek idea, and a very profound one. Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it. And what could be more terrifying and beautiful, to souls like the Greeks or our own, than to lose control completely? To throw off the chains of being for an instant, to shatter the accident of our moral selves? Euripides speaks of the Maenads: head thrown back, throat to the stars, ‘more like deer than human being.’ To be absolutely free! One is quite capable, of course, of working out these destructive passions in more vulgar and less efficient ways. But how glorious to release them in a single burst! To sing, to scream, to dance barefoot in the woods in the dead of night, with no more awareness of mortality than an animal! These are powerful mysteries. The bellowing of bulls. Springs of honey bubbling from the ground. If we are strong enough in our souls that we can rip away the veil and look that naked, terrible beauty right in the face; let God consume us, devour us, unstring our bones. Then spit us out reborn.”
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Guys, I didn’t buy it. I rationalized that I had too many tank tops and that buying this would therefore be a waste of money. And now I’m mourning for my decision.
On the train to New York to see bunnyglovesfor the weekend.
All you hear out in Provincetown is Prince’s “Controversy”. It’s one big long non-stop “Controversy” remix.
So Roddy Bottum and Bob Mould are giving each other head at Hot Sauce to Spiller, a choice throwback for my British friends. …