"La charité fraternelle groupe”, 1865 by Julien-Édouard de Conny (1818-1900). French sculptor. Parc du Chateau de Rambouillet, France. marble
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“We have to create. It is the only thing louder than destruction.”
— Andrea Gibson (via lonequixote)
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Mercury Takes Bacchus to be Brought up by Nymphs, Laurent de la Hyre, 1638, the Hermitage, St. Petersburg, Russia.
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Florence Welch, Rolling Stone UK (2022)
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Persephone in the garden. 🌾
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The Gods are not detached, locked away in their temples like crypts. They walk in the world with us. They know us. When you open yourself up to them you will find them in the strangest places.
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shit man this got me emotional
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Dionysus.
Even the word is fragmented on my tongue, like the remnants of a shattered vase.
Wine-dark blood pools and bursts forth in springs within my mind, curdling with milk and honey.
My thyrsus charged with electricity, I brandish it like a spear.
DIONYSUS.
I see him in the crackling flame, in the flickering half-light of the altar, in the visions that plague my closed eyelids.
He is watching me. The hands that rests on my shoulder could snap my neck and I’m drowning in the sway he holds over me.
He flips a coin and it lands, face up, in the palm of his hand. A toothy grin etches itself across his face, like a crack in a theatre mask.
He is always smiling. In rage, in ecstasy, in jealously, in love.
Always smiling.
Dionysus.
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“σύν μοι πῖνε συνήβα συνέρα συστεφανηφόρει, σύν μοι μαινομένῳ μαίνεο, σὺν σώφρονι σωφρόνει”
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Attic skolion (drinking song) quoted in Athenaeus XV.694c-696a.
Drink with me, spend your youth me,
love with me, wear garlands with me.
Go mad with me when I am raging;
When I calm, be sane with me.
(trans. mine)
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