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Where does the body come in?
What is the body?
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I imagine it has often been said that the body is like an oyster and the soul or spirit, a pearl. But today I saw for myself that the jelly-fish over my head had become concentrated. I saw that state of mind I had before symbolized as a jelly-fish was just as well symbolized differently...
— Feb 08, 2022 04:37PM
What is the body?
~
I imagine it has often been said that the body is like an oyster and the soul or spirit, a pearl. But today I saw for myself that the jelly-fish over my head had become concentrated. I saw that state of mind I had before symbolized as a jelly-fish was just as well symbolized differently...
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At the end of the idyll, the poet lets the boy play for us soft, yet full and ripe music, under great wind-swept pine-trees, a tone lower, no shrill Dionysic ecstatic flute-note, but reeds, rich and quiet.
— Feb 08, 2022 05:57PM
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The poet jeers at beauty, destroying with one hand, re-welding with the other. We hear him play two themes upon a double-pipe. The girls may jilt me, says the boy, and he becomes a figure of satire comparing his stupid eyes to the beauty of the Athenian goddess, but his music he says is sweet and we know that this is true.
— Feb 08, 2022 05:56PM
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Satire, the death blow, resounding of hammer-strokes on already broken bones, virulent acid to eat away decay, has too its death-blow, meets in the end defeat. For when the body is purged or slain or dead, there is a new body, whether of individuals, of nations, of modes of thought, of literatures, or feelings, or emotions. Beyond exuberance, there is inevitable decay. Equally beyond death, there is life...
— Feb 08, 2022 05:51PM
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We had worshipped him, ‘the morning star among the living’, but all stars, all suns, must set. So we followed him again, half furtively into the hidden gardens of effete, outlying suburbs; followed him and again, loved him half furtively. Till we grew sick of the roses and the myrrh and turned with relief to the late epigrammatists who made of him a mark or poignant satire.
— Feb 08, 2022 05:48PM
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We have often met this boy. We have known him throughout the whole of Hellenic literature. We had grown weary of his fifth-century perfections; we had grown tired of him, friend and companion of the great, pupil essence of the divine, drawing his master to contemplation, through repression, of the abstract and geometrical...
— Feb 08, 2022 05:46PM
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She hates me and I sweat with agony ‘as a rose with dew’ says the boy.
— Feb 08, 2022 05:42PM
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... drawn with the richness of a Rubens, designed not to draw us toward the sky and its enchantments but to bring us close to wholesome, passionate things of earth.
— Feb 08, 2022 05:42PM
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But there is shadow elsewhere. There are spaces of blackness, warm & soft & restful; blackness which spreads soft cushions where we may rest, blackness of dream, witchcraft, blackness too of rest, of mirth, blackness as of a great curtain against which the figures of Theocritus stand, brilliant images, red & rust-colour, black-purple mops of tangled hair, goat-herd, goat and kid and bull, & divine images...
— Feb 08, 2022 05:41PM
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Of the statues of Hera, the oldest and most sacred was made of a mild pear-tree. Strange fragrance of the tree wafted through arch and portico, billow upon billow of the fragrant fruit-branch, strength of the ripe wood rooted in the earth, women, priestesses, moving with friendly dignity, robes falling from firm breasts and slender hips, men, quiet in the porches—Orestes, at peace.
— Feb 08, 2022 05:35PM
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The God in the infernal regions was as sane as the god in heaven or on earth.
— Feb 08, 2022 05:23PM
