March 12, 2015
Flagellation
Flagellation
Everything is intimately, inextricably connected to everything else, so yesterday a hare is run over by a truck on Highway 2 approximately 39 km west of Okayama, and today the temperatures inches above 80°F in Lima, Peru.
Or,
nothing is remotely related to anything else at all except that we wish that
were so. It sounds as if it must be.
i
The Japanese
word for hare is ウサギ [usagi, pronounced with a
hard g, o͞o 'sa gē].
ii
Stalking rabbit stew. |
iii
from Madame d’Aulnoy’s
Memories of the Court of Spain (1691):
"The first time I saw them I almost swooned. . . .Imagine a man
coming so near you that he spatters his own blood on you: c’est là un de leurs tours de galanterie. [Still] there are rules for performing
flagellation in the correct way; masters teach the art as they would dancing or
fencing. The penitents are oddly
dressed. They wear skirts, tall sugarloaf
hats, masks, and shirts that leave great patches of the back bare. They scourge the bare spots until the blood
runs down in streams. They walk slowly
through the streets till they come to the house of the lady whom a penitent
wishes to honor, and then he scourges himself while she peeps through a hole
and contrives to give him a sign of her gratification."
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