|By Mr_Rabid on Thursday, November 01, 2001 - 10:17 pm: Edit|
"Is there any other drink that has a stronger connection to death than absinthe? "
But it's not as big a hit at parties.
|By _Blackjack on Thursday, November 01, 2001 - 03:22 pm: Edit|
...as soon as I find my way out of Camelot...
|By Etienne on Thursday, November 01, 2001 - 05:05 am: Edit|
Smith & Wesson made a deal with the Devil also, though they did it under a Democratic administration.
|By Etienne on Thursday, November 01, 2001 - 05:03 am: Edit|
Which one's the Devil? Of course I know how I'd answer that one......
|By Geoffk on Wednesday, October 31, 2001 - 09:07 pm: Edit|
I just read that the US Justice Dept. and Microsoft may have reached a tentative deal.
That makes sense. It's traditional to make your pact with the Devil on Holloween.
-- Geoff K.
|By Head_Prosthesis on Wednesday, October 31, 2001 - 07:59 pm: Edit|
We all go away...
but we never leave for good.
|By Etienne on Wednesday, October 31, 2001 - 07:52 pm: Edit|
And here we all were, thinking she was leaving.
|By Mr_Carfax on Wednesday, October 31, 2001 - 06:29 pm: Edit|
That's why I've only got eyes for you dear....
|By Verawench on Wednesday, October 31, 2001 - 06:17 pm: Edit|
|By Morriganlefey on Wednesday, October 31, 2001 - 06:07 pm: Edit|
Like Vera, I've rather lost touch with reality lately (is there a bizzare contagion about?) That brilliantly beautiful essay on Samhain, delivered on cloven-hoof by way of Artemis' link below, is helping to dust the cobwebs from my gray-matter and bring me back a bit. It's a long and lovely diatribe, people - READ IT.
The site in general is great (have I seen it before - speakeasy.net?), and I plan to email Eric to tell him so, as soon as I find my way out of Camelot...
|By Mr_Carfax on Wednesday, October 31, 2001 - 05:53 pm: Edit|
I remember a friend once telling me....
"It's not seltic you silly sunt"
|By Bjacques on Wednesday, October 31, 2001 - 05:44 pm: Edit|
Speaking of reaping and sowing, I hope the two entertainment industry middle management types, with whom I had the misfortune to share a train compartment 2 months ago were burnt in a wicker man by overzealous pagans. One was telling the other that Halloween was the second most lucrative holiday in the US (Xmas is first), that Europe was 2 years behind, and that the right person could make a killing on it.
The following is the real meaning of Halloween...(it's a little long)
"The Who Who Stole Halloween" by Rev. Mike Rho Phone on WREK Atlanta, Suzie the Floozy's Slacktime Funhouse, rebroadcast on the Hour of Slack Halloween show, KNON Dallas Sunday at 9:00 PM, Halloween, 1993
(transcribed and reprinted without permission)
Every Grinch down in Grinchville likes Halloween a
But the Who who lived just north of Grinchville, did not.
The Who hated the whole Halloween season;
No one quite knows the reason.
It could be that he lost a big bet
And had an unbelievable gambling debt.
Or it could be that his underwear was too tight
And he was desperate to get laid that night
Whatever the reason, groin itches or wallet pinches,
He stood there on Halloween hating the Grinches.
Staring down from his cave with a sour huge frown
At the warm, lighted pumpkins below in their town.
For he knew every Grinch down in Grinchville beneath
Was busy now hanging someone capped with a thorny Halloween wreath
He snarled with his fundamentalist fingers nervously drumming
"I must find some way to keep Halloween from coming!"
The Who had quite a vivid imagination
But for only one thing--he had a morbid fixation.
It was a fulltime occupation
Of hating other peoples' imaginations.
"All the Grinch girls and boys will be carving their Halloween toys," imagined the Who.
"Hundreds of grotesque dolls for voodoo
And fashioning enormous piles of fake dog doodoo
"And the Grinches young and old will sit down to a
The young will feast on the old and they'll feast,
feast, feast, feast, feast
"Then they'll do something I hate most of all, "said the Who.
"Every Grinch down in Grinchville, the tall and the small
Will burn down the local Baptist church, dismember the pastor and sacrifice his liver on an altar to
The Who's self-righteous indignation knew no end
He made it his whole life, for he had not a friend
Then the Who got an idea, an awful idea
The Who got an evangelical awful idea
"I know just what to do," the Who laughed in his
"I'll drill a few holes in their hellfire boat!"
I'll fill their dark passions with something
This year I'll stop Halloween from coming!"
Then dressing up as a mass-murdering psychotic clown
The Who infiltrated the Grinchville Town.
He stole all their glow-in-the dark skeletons,
Their Dobbshead pumpkins,
And old recordings of "Monster Mash."
He took all their candles, their Ouija boards and cash
And the last thing the Who took was the last of their 'frop stash.
But Halloween came just the same
And it came again and again
"How could it be so?" mused the Who.
"It came without plastic pirate hats and cardboard
It came without Frankenstein and Dracula's ghost.
It came without trance channelers flown in from the coast
It came just the same.
"It came without devils and witches and hags
It came without commies, New-Agers, and fags!"
The Who puzzled and puzzled 'til his puzzler was sore;
Then the Who thought of something he hadn't before.
"Maybe, just maybe, Halloween isn't a liberal-inspired, devil-worshipping conspiracy to dupe the youth of our nation into rejecting the ultraconservative fundamentalist Christian agenda.
"Maybe Halloween perhaps means a little bit more."
And in Grinchville they say
The Who's brain grew three sizes that day
And his penis grew five sizes guaranteed the next day.
Then the true meaning of Halloween came through
And the Who found the Slack of ten grinches, plus two.
"Welcome Halloween, bring your weirdness,
Weirdness to all Grinches far and near.
Halloween will ever soar
As long as M-80s blow down your door.
"Welcome, children of the night
With hearts and minds so dark and bright.
Halloween is in our grasp
As long as we have blood sacrifices to clasp.
Halloween will always be
Just as long as we have perversity.
Welcome Halloween while we stand
Hand cut off and heart in hand!"
|By Geoffk on Wednesday, October 31, 2001 - 05:35 pm: Edit|
The people who decide how Gaelic is spelled and the people who decide how it's pronounced should meet sometime and compare notes.
"Yes, it's spelt Raymond Luxury Yacht, but it's pronounced 'Throat warbler Maangrove'"
-- Geoff K.
|By Head_Prosthesis on Wednesday, October 31, 2001 - 05:30 pm: Edit|
|By _Blackjack on Wednesday, October 31, 2001 - 03:26 pm: Edit|
I have an Irish pal who breaks into hysterics every time one of my crunchy pagan pals pronounces Beltane as "BELL-tane".
|By Mr_Carfax on Wednesday, October 31, 2001 - 02:22 pm: Edit|
Samhain Greetings everyone up North.....
I was supposed to go to a Beltane event last night but I have been struck down with tonsilitis....granted passing streptococcus in the loving cup could be a way of giving something that I made myself to everyone else but I'm sure this isn't what Artemis means....
|By Artemis on Wednesday, October 31, 2001 - 11:28 am: Edit|
"So much so that it was requested that next year a cup of absinthe be passed around the circle during
the Dumb Supper ritual. It makes sense, doesn't it? Is there any other drink that has a stronger connection to death than absinthe?"
I think it's significant that the offering was something you made yourself, moreso than *what* the offering was. I have always used my own beer at the dumb supper and other rituals, when I had some, but I confess to having used absinthe more recently, both because I had no homebrew and because I do think absinthe is entirely appropriate. Crowley's poem in "Green Goddess" explains why. It's about vegetation transformed, life passing from one vessel to the next, etc.
"On Halloween, we refuse to let fear impede the joy we take in life. I think that is an especially important lesson today."
For a most excellent essay that touches on that point and the others you raised, see:
I found it last year at Halloween and I'm savoring it again today.
|By Dr_Ordinaire on Wednesday, October 31, 2001 - 09:47 am: Edit|
We celebrated Samhain at Isis Oasis, Geyserville CA. I took with me a bottle of Dr. O's best, it was a great success. So much so that it was requested that next year a cup of absinthe be passed around the circle during the Dumb Supper ritual.
It makes sense, doesn't it? Is there any other drink that has a stronger connection to death than absinthe?
The only problem is that between my absinthe and my politics I ended up the weekend with a new knickname: Lyndon La Louche....
|By _Blackjack on Wednesday, October 31, 2001 - 09:02 am: Edit|
Leave it to Chong...
I firmly believe that Halloween is the most important holiday of the year. It is the day when we flaunt taboos to demonstrate that they hold no power over us. The other 364 days of the year, most people shrink from they symbols of death, out of subconscious fear that it will somehow be conjored forth. On Halloween, we refuse to let fear impede the joy we take in life. I think that is an especially important lesson today.
It is also the one day of the year that the way I always dress makes people happy instead of disturbed. It is the day when being creative with your appearance is encouraged. I think if people tink hard on how much fun it was to dress up as a child, they will come a lot closer to understanding why I'm such a freak.
I'll stop now...I'm starting to sound like a Ministry song...
|By Bob_Chong on Wednesday, October 31, 2001 - 08:45 am: Edit|
Let the begging begin!
Halloween is the perfect opportunity for the children of liberals to practice what their parents believe: go to your neighbors with your hand out, demanding something which you did not earn nor deserve. Oct. 31 and April 15 are the two great Democrat holidays!
|By Etienne on Wednesday, October 31, 2001 - 06:38 am: Edit|
Happy holiday, everyone!!
|By Aion on Wednesday, October 31, 2001 - 06:32 am: Edit|
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|By Artemis on Wednesday, October 31, 2001 - 05:52 am: Edit|
Today is Samhain (pronounced roughly "So-wen"). Apologies to our brethren in the Southern Hemisphere.
It is a day for honoring your ancestors. At this point, you and your children are the only reason they ever existed. Please thank them for letting you be a link in the chain of life.
It is a day for contemplating the darkness. It is a harvest festival. Have you reaped what you have sown? Yes you have; no way around it.
Some diversion: http://www.nola.com/haunted/
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