Tuesday, June 11, 2013
34) Surviving Pan, the Grand Seducer.
These stories, that have been available on Blogspot for 10 years for free, will now only be available on Amazon at the address above. They are contained in “Vagabon Freak”, the 1st volume of a trilogy titled “The 7 Lives of the Punk Poofy Cats”. I have been the archetypal starving artist in his garret, painting, drawing and writing, writing, writing as if I were some waif crying out in the wilderness. Now I need you, dear reader, to hear my cries and go to Amazon and buy a copy of my book and keep me alive. There you will find my complete tale, from beginning to end, in one place, for you to hold in your hot little hands. When you read it straight through, I assure you, it will blow your mind.
Below are introductory paragraphs and some pictures that I still retain to illustrate this story, hopefully to give you a come-on to get my book. Thanks for giving me a go, TZ.
Dropped off on a country road, with no need of a visa, he walked into Greece rejoicing loudly, singing into a glorious morning as pelicans flew from the chimney tops and sheep wandered in the meadows, and in the tinkle of the bells around their necks he seemed to hear Pan’s pipes calling, welcoming him home. And he sang, “The great god Pan IS NOT dead!”
It was the hallowed land of pagan love, of Alexander and Hephaestion, Achilles and Petrachus, Dionysius and the Bacchae. Pan had come to dwell in the temple of Arthur’s heart now that he was delightfully free of childhood hang-ups of the heavenly father and hellish devil, for he desired nothing more in his masturbatory dreams than a half-man, half goat: a hairy-legged and eminently priapic Greek warrior.
He was singing a paean to the Horned One, consort of Gaia, Goddess of fertility and mother Earth deified; without the phallus erect there is nothing, no procreation, it must be adored by both sexes. Pan, the pagan god that the uptight Christian fathers demonized and modeled their image of Satan upon, the very Underworld-god that chased Arthur throughout his psychedelic travails and who he swore would never claim him, now fascinated him.
For he’d come to understand that the Christian anti-fun brigade had usurped and twisted an age-old myth, an appreciation of the natural universe, turning the Green Man into a horned devil, an evil to be feared instead of an orgasm that thrilled, the church leaders pushing dumb ignorance instead of an enlightening knowledge that the ancients had practiced for eons.
The cult of Pan had hundreds of thousands of years of evolution behind it, an animalism that surged in Arthur’s hot blood, it tripped him out of himself, and he longed for the ecstatic dance of unification with the cosmos as hinted at in the Greek myths. It wasn’t the flip-side of Christianity he was suckered into, as in God versus Satan: he didn’t believe in either. Nor was he a sucker for yet another religion, gods made in man’s image, philosophical concepts reified; supernatural beings in reality were nonsense; relishing the revolt of the angels, like Lucifer fighting the tyrannical Hebrew Yahweh, he simply celebrated the poetry of such myths.
Late at night, in the first Greek town he came to, he straight off met one of Pan’s children, but he didn’t know it as he still couldn’t quite believe he’d landed in a long sought after realm of priapic rapture. He’d had his beard trimmed and with his spaced-out blue-eyes he looked like a dazed Ulysses just washed up on the shore. A very handsome young Greek man playing billiards in a café saw him enter the premises and order a drink and, surreptitiously unzipping his fly, he revealed a bush of curly, black pubic hair and the base of his cock. He proceeded to blithely chat up a stunned Arthur while he knocked the billiard balls about with his cue-stick, open crotch at table level, nobody else in the café bothering to notice. He was a sailor, he was lonely, he liked Arthur and wanted to help him find a room, and still Arthur didn’t take the hint.
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