The whole world smiles with you


When you’re smilin’, when you’re smilin’
The whole world smiles with you
When you’re laughin’, when you’re laughin’
The sun comes shinin’ through

But when you’re cryin’, you bring on the rain
So stop your sighin’, be happy again
Keep on smilin’, ’cause when you’re smilin’
The whole world smiles with you

When you’re smilin’, when you’re smilin’
The whole world smiles with you
When you’re laughin’, when you’re laughin’
That sun comes shinin’ through

But when you’re cryin’, you bring on the rain
So stop your sighin’, be happy again
Keep on smilin’, ’cause when you’re smilin’
The whole world smiles with you

Balada de la trompeta


Balada triste de trompeta
por un pasado que murio
y que llora
y que gime
como llooooooraaaaa
Con tanto llanto de trompeta
mi corazon desesperado
va llorando
mi pasaaaadoooo

Then you break down and cry


Well this is such
A sad affair
I’ve opened up my heart
So many times
But now it’s closed

Oh my dear
Every salted tear it wrings
Bitter – sweet … applause

But when the show’s in full swing
Every once in a while
High stepping chorus lines
Mean I’m forgetting
Mein lullaby – liebchen

How rich …
In contrast love can be
Sometimes I’m quite amused
To see it twist and turn
To taste both sweet and dry

These vintage years
Lovers you consume, my friend
As others their wine
Nein – das ist nicht
Das ende der welt
Gestrandet an leben und kunst
Und das spiel geht weiter
Wie man weiss
Noch viele schonste

And now, as you turn to leave
You try to force a smile
As if to compensate

Then you break down and cry


Wild Hunt reported on a Dionysian mural that was recently taken down because someone on Facebook complained, calling it “satanic.” As gross as I found the artist’s apology (“I would like to publicly apologize for anyone who is offended by this piece, and also to state that never in my career would I intentionally insult or offend a religion or culture with my artwork.”) the comments left on that post were even worse, especially this one by J Verdant:

The artist is in the right and the people who took it down are idiots. This has very little to do with Dionysus though. The image doesn’t seem to be based on any actual myth, just his personal struggles with alcohol. And I’m confused by his statement “the Dionysus myth is illuminated as manly, tough, courageous.” That doesn’t really sound like any Dionysus myth I’m familiar with…

Clearly this is someone who needs to read more. 

Might I suggest starting with Horace Odes 2.19:

I saw Bacchus on distant cliffs – believe me,
O posterity – he was teaching songs there,
and the Nymphs were learning them, and all
the goat-footed Satyrs with pointed ears.
Evoe! My mind fills with fresh fear, my heart
filled with Bacchus, is troubled, and violently
rejoices. Evoe! Spare me, Liber,
dreaded for your mighty thyrsus, spare me.
It’s right to sing of the willful Bacchantes,
the fountain of wine, and the rivers of milk,
to sing of the honey that’s welling,
and sliding down from the hollow tree-trunks:
It’s right to sing of your bride turned Goddess, your
Ariadne, crowned among stars: the palace
of Pentheus, shattered in ruins,
and the ending of Thracian Lycurgus.
You direct the streams, and the barbarous sea,
and on distant summits, you drunkenly tie
the hair of the Bistonian women,
with harmless knots made of venomous snakes.
When the impious army of Giants tried
to climb through the sky to Jupiter’s kingdom,
you hurled back Rhoetus, with the claws
and teeth of the terrifying lion.
Though you’re said to be more suited to dancing,
laughter, and games, and not equipped to suffer
the fighting, nevertheless you shared
the thick of battle as well as the peace.
Cerberus saw you, unharmed, and adorned
with your golden horn, and, stroking you gently,
with his tail, as you departed, licked
your ankles and feet with his triple tongue.

And then perhaps Diodoros Sikeliotes’ Library of History, Nonnos’ Dionysiaka and Euripides’ Bakchai for good measure

Then, of course, there is my favorite invocation of him, Orphic Hymn 30:

I call upon loud-roaring and reveling Dionysos,
primeval, two-natured, thrice-born Bacchic lord,
savage, ineffable, two-horned and two-shaped.
ivy-covered, bull-faced, warlike, howling, pure,
you take raw flesh, you have triennial feasts,
wrapt in foliage, decked with grape clusters.
Resourceful Eubouleus, immortal God sired by Zeus
when he mated with Persephone in unspeakable union,
hearken to my voice, O Blessed One,
and with your fair-girdled Nurses,
breathe on me in spirit of perfect kindness. 

Incidentally, I found the mural quite powerful and resonant of Dionysos’ own struggles with insanity, likely the constellation of myths he was drawing on.

Art is supposed to be shocking, transgressive and force us to confront our preconceived notions and societal conditioning as well as feel novel and alien sensations – at least good, Dionysian art is, which is why this guy never should have apologized.

I also found it amusing that Wild Hunt’s readers were miffed with the piece being taken down when I’ve seen some of them laud censorship, deplatforming and doxxing in the past. I guess it’s only problematic to them when people they don’t like are doing it. I, personally, am for unlimited free expression, especially when it comes to material I don’t care for.   

Welcome the coming of Spring, the Bacchic season


Meleager, The Garland 9.363
Windy winter has left the skies, and the purple season of flowery spring smiles. The dark earth garlands herself in green herbage, and the plants bursting into leaf wave their new-born tresses. The meadows, drinking the nourishing dew of dawn, laugh as the roses open. The shepherd on the hills delights to play shrilly on the pipes, and the goatherd joys in his white kids. Already the mariners sail over the broad billows, their sails bellied by the kindly Zephyr. Already, crowning their heads with the bloom of berried ivy, men cry euoi! to Dionysos the giver of the grape. The bees that the bull’s carcass generates take thought of their artful labours, and seated on the hive they build the fresh white loveliness of their many-celled comb. The races of birds sing loud everywhere : the kingfishers by the waves, the swallows round the house, the swan by the river’s brink, the nightingale in the grove. If the foliage of plants rejoices, and the earth flourishes, and the shepherd pipes, and the fleecy flocks disport themselves, and sailors sail, and Dionysos dances, and the birds sing, and the bees bring forth, how should a singer too not sing beautifully in the spring?

In other stupidness …

My wife was recently doxxed by some mouth-breathing Antifa member who likely lives in his mother’s basement and never sees the Sun unless there is some free speech to squash at the local university.

Let’s be honest, we all expected this to happen sooner or later but the reasons he gives are truly astounding.

Her crimes?

As well as being anti-SJW, she’s also intolerant of other religions. She wants nothing to do with them and holds an elitist view of her religion in looking down upon others. She wants to mate only within the religion and she supports patriarchial conceptions of a dowry and arranged marriages. She also has troubling ideas about duty to art. She’s fatphobic and she’s against “progress” if it stands in the way of her gods or religion.

Booo! Hiss!!!

Wait … what?

So believing that skinny people tend to be healthier than the obese (an opinion shared by medical science, for what it’s worth) as well as holding views that the majority of members of Jewish, Moslem, Catholic, Protestant, Hindu, Buddhist, Sikh, Druze, Yazidi, Romani, etc communities as well as many traditional and indigenous populations all share makes her a Nazi? Does that mean they’re all Nazis too? Damn there are a lot of Nazis in the world today. And here I thought National Socialism was a specific cultural, economic and political movement which differed significantly in ideology and execution even from Italian, Spanish and Eastern European expressions of Fascism. Nope. Everyone you disagree with (no matter how trivially) is a card-carrying Nazi these days. 

Of course, this also begs the question – how does believing in marrying within one’s faith community, having dowries and shidduch and a serious commitment to art harm anyone, especially when she is not seeking to impose any of that on others, particularly disinterested outsiders? Now, if she starts advocating for these things at gunpoint you might have a valid critique (though I’m still not certain that’d make her a Nazi) but she doesn’t so you don’t. Until then these are just, like, her beliefs man. 

I was equally confused by his attempts to damn her through association, mentioning her “close ties” to Raven Kaldera, a transman and lifelong advocate for trans rights and inclusion who apparently suffers from transphobia and racism:

Galina has also worked with and supports a transphobic transgender intersex person, Raven Kaldera, who has also published books about paganism. In the past, Raven has spouted all sorts of transmisogyny, anti-trans violence, and racism. […] Raven also seems to mix BDSM with paganism, and he calls himself an “ordeal master”. Ordeals are the act of putting assumably consenting parties through situations that can involve intense physical and mental pain in order to attain some sort of “spiritual” consciousness and can be a form of worship in the religious practice. Consenting parties should be fully free to engage in indulgent behavior; the problem, though, is that Raven has been accused of abusing naive people who are new to paganism who end up getting raped. He’s also been accused of falsely linking sadistic sexual acts to the Hindu Kavadi ceremony and the Lakota Sun Dance, which has been called misappropriation and racist.

Dude, that sounds like kink-shaming to me. Not cool. Not cool at all.

He also links her to Wayland Skallagrimsson:

Unsurprisingy, she’s also anti-PC and anti-SJW, anti-“censorship”, and pro-free speech that includes platforming fascists. She’s linked to some articles by Wayland Skallagrimsson who has talked fondly of the hammerskins and espoused proto-fascist ideas of hierarchy and anti-PC/anti-SJW sentiment.

Which I find especially amusing as she last saw him at a Heathen gathering nearly a decade ago. Further, as Wayland himself chimed in:

I was fighting fascists before you were a gleam in your daddy’s eye. I have, as a result, had more credible death threats than you’ve had stiff drinks. Don’t *%#^$! Tell me I am not sincere enough for you, and so I am really a fascist myself. What have you actually accomplished? What risks have you run?

But that’s not the extent of Galina’s “sins.” She also promotes free speech and doesn’t advocate for religiously or politically motivated violence:

In a few posts on Galina’s blog, she attempts to paint herself as not being a nazi and holding to the position that nazism is harmful, but she contradicts herself all over the place stating that she’s anti-antifa and that fascists like Richard Spencer shouldn’t be punched in the face. In a few places, she even states that she falls along the center of the political spectrum and puts forth tired “both sides” talking points. She immediately contradicts this, though, by going on with anti-antifa and pro-free speech tirades.

Just sickening how she won’t physically assault people she disagrees with and wants to have the opportunity to argue them down in public forums. Sickening, I tell you.  

Of course if the anonymous coward who doxxed her or his degenerate and mentally unhinged buddies decide to show up at our home or on campus and take a run at her, well, I can promise in a paraphrase of Liam Neeson that those poor bastards are going to have a very bad day, despite my wife’s commitment to tolerance, free speech and pacifism.  

I do not suffer from such ethical constraints, and I am very protective of what is mine.