[Fragment 32]

A.E.M. Baumann

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The Knossian Oracles

      Περὶ Ποιητικῆς . . .

            1   2   3

      Daedalus in Tartarus

            4   5   6

      L'Origine, Salomé I

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      L'Origine, Salomé II

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      The Night Sea Crossing

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      The Garden of Venus

            31

      The Incantations of Isis and
      Osiris

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      Imago Dei

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      The Seven Dreams of Paris

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      The Axiom of Maria
      Prophetissa

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And the Light Falls, Remir

      Mystery

      Arcanum

      Alchemy

      The Occult

      Love

      Art

      Grace

 

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ON THE NATURE OF MERCURIUS

Garden, temple: some may find quaint humor in the use of such metaphors. Yet undeniably they continually maintain a place within the aesthetic. As, even for the obviousness of it, there is something inherently appropriate to calling the belle chose a flower, of identifying the one with the other, and the other with the one; something that prevents the association from collapsing irreversibly into the trite: something that ever arcs above, be it verbal or visual in the making, whether writing of pudenda as flowers, or painting flowers as pudenda.

But why? Like a flower the belle chose is something to be gazed upon; something to stare at and enjoy. And like a flower it is something that should be brought to the nose, not only to enter the field of its scents, but also to sneak those universally sought yet somewhat closeted touches, the brushing, the feeling that is petals upon a snout. (And is not the reticence, the tinge of social gaffe, the hint of embarrassment that first accompanies pressing your nose into a flower the same trepidation that paints touching your nose to naked labia, or even into the scents of an offered bosom? Few would deny the pleasure involved, or the desire to do it; yet, being seen in the act makes us hesitate.) There are the physical similarities, of course. And those similarities go beyond manifold forms, complexities, or analogous structures. There is also motion; for in the same way that watching a flower unfold is peculiarly captivating, is strangely magical – whether it be for its grace, or for implied and botanical meanings of both exhibition and invitation –, watching the blossom of the belle chose, the slow unfolding, the delicately parting lips of Salomé’s sex, is equally if not superiorly captivating, mystical, simultaneously exhibition and invitation.