Status Updates From As núpcias de Cadmo e Harmonia

I swear I’ve always known, deep down, the Sparta was a bunch of Communist lunatics. Lycurgus sounds like the blueprint for Lenin and Stalin. In fact, their greatest weapon of all was their own propaganda depicting them as a noble and virtuous, law abiding society. But they were really just deceitful and ruthless, Commie killers. I must have an Athenian blood memory about those punks, they never sat right with me.

If, driven by an old compulsion, we were to define what the gods were to the Greeks, we might say, using a Occam’s razor, everything that takes us away from the ordinary sensations of life. “With a god, you are always crying and laughing,” we read in Sophocles’ Ajax. Life is a mere vegetative protestations, glazed eyes looking out on the world, the certainty of being oneself, without knowing what one is…

do NOT ask Persephone how wild mint came to be …

Just finished book VII. Focused on Demeter and Persephone and the deal that was made to send Hades’ bride back to him half the year. Representing the rotation of the earth and the changing of seasons.