4 June - (Air) Liber LXV, 2:54
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The union being so great and the tightening about the heart so unifying that the semblance of individual life is drained out. All theoretical for me of course! I've been able to lose myself a bit in music and even meditation a bit, but never in the Divine Other. Here's to the day that it may occur.....
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**54. Crush out the blood of me, as a grape upon the tongue of a white Doric girl that languishes with her lover in the moonlight.
"According to Vitruvius the height of Doric columns is six or seven times the diameter at the base. This gives the Doric columns a shorter, thicker look than Ionic columns, which have 8:1 proportions. It is suggested that these proportions give the Doric columns a masculine appearance, whereas the more slender Ionic columns appear represent a more feminine look. This sense of masculinity and femininity was often used to determine which type of column would be used for a particular structure.
—Wikipedia"There is pressure in this line—an inner violence (homoerotic undertow) that is heightened by the casualness of the setting and gestures. It reminds me of Big Lazy at the Tonic in New York. A very Goth scene—a pack of tight black costumes, and black dyed hair steeped in an atmosphere of casual sex and immanent violence. I feel this distant shadow of the ecstasy being hinted at by contemplating the text, and I am provoked to expand with it. It seduces me.
** It instructs my attitude in the style of it**, stimulating my imagination to dark excess. Violence intoxicates.
Love and Will
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For some reason I get the title of a poem called… The moon, Her lover and I. I have not heard of it, but I may look it up.
The more I meditate on this the more the “white Doric girl” reminds me of darkness whose love is always the moon. The Moonlight seems to be another reference to the white Doric girl. It appears that I seem to be a dog chasing my tail.
@RobertAllen said
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There is pressure in this line—an inner violence (homoerotic undertow) that is heightened by the casualness of the setting and gestures. It reminds me of Big Lazy at the Tonic in New York. A very Goth scene—a pack of tight black costumes, and black dyed hair steeped in an atmosphere of casual sex and immanent violence. I feel this distant shadow of the ecstasy being hinted at by contemplating the text, and I am provoked to expand with it. It seduces me. "When I read “A very Goth scene—a pack of tight black costumes, and black dyed hair” I immediately thought about the “Batman” song
When I read “Crush out the blood of me, as a grape upon the tongue”. I considered some of the past posts about him not even being able to get close to understanding the shadow. This seems to say ‘crush all that I have worked for or all that I know and it shall be like a grape worth of information upon the tongue.