23 September (Saturn) Liber VII, 2:39-44
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39. Burn Thou strange herbs, O God!
40. Brew me a magic liquor, boys, with your glances!
41. The very soul is drunken.
42. Thou art drunken, O my God, upon my kisses.
43. The Universe reels; Thou hast looked upon it.
44. Twice, and all is done. -
39. Burn Thou strange herbs, O God!
40. Brew me a magic liquor, boys, with your glances!
41. The very soul is drunken.
42. Thou art drunken, O my God, upon my kisses.
43. The Universe reels; Thou hast looked upon it.
44. Twice, and all is done.What comes to mind is the story of the antediluvian patriarch Noah, who sometime after the ark has landed, gets drunk and naked, and who is spied upon by his three sons. The story is rife with sin and intoxication; and there is a curse.
There is a type of drinking that is about getting high, and then there is a type of drinking that is about getting drunk. These are two very different impulses. The first is more about Dionysus, the sun, Jupiter et al. Getting drunk is more properly about Saturn, and is not achieved with wine, but with liquor with no admixture of water.
An end to decorum, this is the time of addled wits. Old people are scary because they are beyond the bounds of common decency and self-control. And that's what I want to be when I grow up, a very scary old person—Tiberius...
A vision of the destruction of the universe as we know it as an act of utter transgression and license.
Love and Will