12-28-2011, 06:23 PM
Sorry, I got distracted by you draped in silks... its in S3 L2, now that's out of the way...
I never know whether Abaddon is meant to be a "king" or a "place" and I'm not conversant enough with the literature, but I suppose it's really no different from Hades referring to both the personage and position/state, so in my head that's sorted. Regardless, this poem sings of the temptress, exhorting the delights of the forbidden. I had to look up "head cheese", only to discover it's that terrible stuff my granny used to force feed us as "brawn". That takes me wonderful places because the head, when boiled, produces a lovely natural jelly that all things may be thrown into and set in a conglomeration of offally goodness -- thus the leftovers become the centrepiece. Now that is a great leveller, that all bodies may be reduced to a terrine held together only by the unifying qualities of the head.
The prim maxims -- wine made in monasteries, or similar cloisters? (You must read "The History of the World in 10 1/2 Chapters" by Julian Barnes for his wonderful discussion of why Noah couldn't wait to plant a vineyard). Obscene fruit -- well, all things enjoyable are obscene, aren't they? Sometimes it seems that the only holy thing in the universe is plain cardboard (unbleached of course) or maybe a piece of unleavened bread (perhaps they're the same thing actually). I love the ambiguity of "eat my love" as opposed to "eat, my love". The throne -- so Abaddon the king then, or Abaddon the state of being achieved when one abandons oneself to decadence and is lost.
Such fun!
And you changed the name of the piece when I was writing my comment, so half of it is meaningless!
I never know whether Abaddon is meant to be a "king" or a "place" and I'm not conversant enough with the literature, but I suppose it's really no different from Hades referring to both the personage and position/state, so in my head that's sorted. Regardless, this poem sings of the temptress, exhorting the delights of the forbidden. I had to look up "head cheese", only to discover it's that terrible stuff my granny used to force feed us as "brawn". That takes me wonderful places because the head, when boiled, produces a lovely natural jelly that all things may be thrown into and set in a conglomeration of offally goodness -- thus the leftovers become the centrepiece. Now that is a great leveller, that all bodies may be reduced to a terrine held together only by the unifying qualities of the head.
The prim maxims -- wine made in monasteries, or similar cloisters? (You must read "The History of the World in 10 1/2 Chapters" by Julian Barnes for his wonderful discussion of why Noah couldn't wait to plant a vineyard). Obscene fruit -- well, all things enjoyable are obscene, aren't they? Sometimes it seems that the only holy thing in the universe is plain cardboard (unbleached of course) or maybe a piece of unleavened bread (perhaps they're the same thing actually). I love the ambiguity of "eat my love" as opposed to "eat, my love". The throne -- so Abaddon the king then, or Abaddon the state of being achieved when one abandons oneself to decadence and is lost.
Such fun!
And you changed the name of the piece when I was writing my comment, so half of it is meaningless!
It could be worse