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Welcome To The Pleasuredome-Frankie Goes To Hollywood

Harry Haller

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Under the charm of the Dionysian
not only in the union between man
and man reaffirmed, but nature
which has become alienated,
hostile, or subjugated, celebrates
once more her reconciliation with
her lost son man. Freely, earth profits her gifts,
and peacefully the beasts of prey of the rocks and
desert approach.

The chariot of Dionysus is covered with flowers and
garlands, panthers and tigers walk
under its yoke. Transform Beethoven's "Hymn to Joy"
into a painting. Let your imagination conceive the
multitudes bowing to the dust, awestruck -
then you will approach the Dionysian.

Now the slave is a free man, now all the rigid
hostile barriers that necessity!
Caprice or "impudent convention" have fixed
between man and man are broken.

Now with the gospel of universal harmony, each one
feels himself not only united, reconciled, and fused
with his neighbour, but as one with him, as if the veil of Maya
had been torn aside and where now merely fluttering
in tatters before the mysterious primordial unity.

In song and in dance man expresses himself as
a member of a higher community, he has forgotten how to
walk and speak and is on the way toward flying into the air,
dancing. His very gestures expresses enchantment.
Just as the animals now talk, and the earth yields milk
and honey, supernatural sounds emanate from him
he feels himself a god, he himself now walks about enchanted
in ecstasy like the gods he saw walking in his dreams!

He is no longer an artist, he has become a work of art
in the paroxysms of intoxication the artistic power
of all the nature reveals itself to the highest gratification
of the primordial unity. The noblest clay.
the most costly marble, man, is here kneaded and cut, and to the
sound of the chisel strokes of the Dionysian world of artists
rings out the cry of the Eleusinian mysteries

Do you prostrate yourselves millions
Do you sense your maker, world,
Welcome to the Pleasuredrome.
 

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