“Man is a rope stretched between beast and superman”.
I’m on track to finish all four threes by the end of the month, but I wanted to post something for the full moon. I did this one around Christmas time, a good time for thinking about the Sacrificed God. Reading The Golden Bough: seemingly the act of hanging a god or a divine person is a way of insulating their magic, preventing it from escaping, both for their own protection and that of others.
I think it’s very much the artists’ card. We have to dive down into the depths, down into our submarine subconscious and commune with all the beasties there. There really is no other way to find the gold. No suffering, no sacrifice, no art.
“I have refrained my feet from the evil ways of the earth”.
This ideal of the artist was reinforced yet again for me by the wonderful writer Gustave Flaubert, who I fell in love with recently. He slaved away for years on end at each of his books…they are monumental works of art, and hugely influential, but in his own time was a total “failure” commercially and socially. He just didn’t give people the comforting illusions they wanted to hear. He didn’t pander to anyone. Wonderful honest and brilliant man! He is also most definitely woman friendly. In fact I think all teenage girls should be forced to read Madame Bovary. She could save them a life time of grief.
Anyway the moons about to go void so I am over and out.