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“Who am I?”
“Who am I?” In a recent interview for an online journal I was asked about the event that permanently bisected my life so that I now think of things happening before or after it. My initial response...
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Get out while you can.
First bit of advice: Get out while you can. If you’ve waited to read this until the very end, it’s probably too late for you. And you’re probably okay with that. You wouldn’t have made it this far if...
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Ask.
I’m planning out Ecstasies and Exegesis (which is going to consist of philosophical ramblings and spiritual advice on a variety of topics, as well as tips and tricks of the trade I’ve picked up over...
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dead giveaway
So how many of you got that this was a paean to Marine Le Pen? (Click here, here and here if the name’s not familiar.) I thought the line “the pen is mightier than the scimitar” would be a dead giveaway.
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Hail Dionysos, God of … Miners?!
So I’m reading Sanja Pilipović’s The Triad Zeus, Herakles and Dionysos: A Contribution to the Study of Ancient Cults in Upper Moesia when I come across the statement that Dionysos was worshiped as a...
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Wintermärchen
Dionysos Bakcheios came to Skythia with graceful Pasithea, his green-haired daughter. They were dressed in the native, barbaric fashion – wolfskin cloaks hung with bells and baubles of bone and amber...
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The milk of poetry
Because there are a lot of them, some quite important, I’m going to explain my allusions in Wintermärchen. First, of course, there’s the title: “A Winter’s Tale” is an epic poem by Heinrich Heine...
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Le voyage d’Urien
“Huis-clos,” whispered the mustachioed elevator operator, as we watched the Thirteenth Floor, which apparently did not exist, rush past us, light flickering through the crashing, shuddering filigreed...
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In perfect love and perfect trust
“Don’t believe everything you read in the Lügenpresse; you know what kind of people write for them. Echo, echo, echo. The kind that are in cahoots with the Russians.” I rubbed my eyes, rubbed them...
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Between Penzance and Land’s End
The shabby, mud-stained Bucca sat on a log, staring at the face of a Stewart reflected back at him in the pond. His shoulders were sunk in failure, eyes red from weeping, limp ears drooping, and he...
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That decisive moment
I sit on a rock and ponder, and skip pebbles across the lake, and try to ignore how cold it is getting as the sun wanes in the west. Everything here is peaceful, still, the trees waving their autumn...
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Not an Exit
Spartacus’ calloused fingers stroked the braid down to her sharp-boned, tattooed shoulders, carefully avoiding her ridged scars too like his own. Her small, compact body was pressed against his...
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End to End
Eurydike held her man close to her, stroked the blond head pressed into her breasts, rubbed his broad bull’s neck, and sang a soothing song to still the troubled waves of dream that crashed within his...
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Carried Away
“What does it mean?” “Your dream?” Hebe asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “I don’t know. Sometimes a seagull is just a seagull.” “When a God dreams it is never just a seagull.” Herakles snorted....
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Everything Dances
“She should be mine,” poor Pulcinella wept, alone in his modest flat above the stables. He wiped his tears and snot off on his formerly white sleeve, and then laid back down, praying that he would...
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Proverbs 30:28
“Dream sweetly,” Miriam Webb whispered, peeking through her parents’ bedroom door. “For soon you’ll dream forever.” Miriam closed the door, careful not to make a peep, as she creeped down the hallway,...
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