One of the defining characteristics of the zanni Arlecchino — along with his black mask, motley or patchwork clothing and slapstick — is that he always has his head shaved. This is yet another indication that his origins can be traced back to the Roman sannio or buffoon whose hair was likewise closely cropped.
So, as part of this devotional period leading up to Mardis Gras I had Dver break out the clippers.
I’ve done this look before, and liked it, but I think I have a much deeper understanding of its energy and meaning now.
It … suits the direction I’m heading in, is all I’ll say.
Also, earlier tonight I found what may just be the most comprehensive and yet clearly articulated account of Arlecchino’s origins and evolution I’ve yet read. (Saves me the trouble of writing such a piece myself, which I was thinking about doing on the walk home.) I began transcribing it but have to stop because work is imminent. So, look forward to that tomorrow. (Or don’t — but I’ll be posting it regardless, so ha!)
As you may know, I’ve done this on several occasions over the last few years as well, often in honor of Antinous (on the feast of his death-date, for example). It is almost a mind-altering experience, if done correctly, and can lead to certain enhanced sensory perceptions for a few days afterwards, I’ve found. But then again, I’m kind of weird, so…
Nope, you’re not alone. Every time I’ve done it ritually I’ve had similar experiences to what you describe. Very different from a regular haircut.
I shaved my head on the Lenaia last year as a devotional act, down to a quarter inch!
Niiiiiiiice!