DIONYSUS/BACCHUS
"The strange dark men danced in
the rear, and the whole column skipped and leaped with Dionysiac fury. Malone staggered after
them a few steps, delirious and hazy, and doubtful of his place in this or in any world. Then
he turned, faltered, and sank down on the cold damp stone, gasping and shivering as the daemon
organ croaked on, and the howling and drumming and tinkling of the mad procession grew fainter
and fainter."
H.P. Lovecraft, The Horror At Red Hook
"Here Laurell'd Muses all their arts reheards,
And ivy'd Bacchus waves his budding thyrse"
H.P. Lovecraft, Simplicity: A Poem
"DIONYSOS, the youthful, beautiful, but effeminate god of wine. He is
also called both by Greeks and Romans Bacchus (Bakchos), that is, the
noisy or riotous god, which was originally a mere epithet or surname of
Dionysus, but does not occur till after the time of Herodotus."
"Bacchus with horns, either those of a ram or of a bull. This representation
occurs chiefly on coins."
Sir William Smith, Dictionary of Greek and Roman Biography and Mythology
"But she, foaming at the mouth and twisting her eyes
all about, not thinking as she ought, was possessed by Bakkhos, and he
did not persuade her. Seizing his left arm at the elbow and propping her
foot against the unfortunate man's side, she tore out his shoulder, not
by her own strength, but the god gave facility to her hands."
Euripides, The Bacchae
"That the Bacchanalia have for some time been going on throughout Italy and are now practiced in many parts of the City you have, I am sure, learnt not only by report, but also by the nightly noises and yells which resound all over the City; but I do not think you know what it all means."
"In the first place, then, women form the great majority, and this was the source of all the mischief. Then there are the males, the very counterparts of the women, committing and submitting to the foulest uncleanness, frantic and frenzied, driven out of their senses by sleepless nights, by wine, by nocturnal shouting and uproar."
"When once the mysteries had assumed this promiscuous character, and men were mingled with women with all the licence of nocturnal orgies, there was no crime, no deed of shame, wanting. More uncleanness was wrought by men with men than with women. Whoever would not submit to defilement, or shrank from violating others, was sacrificed as a victim. To regard nothing as impious or criminal was the very sum of their religion."
Livy, History Of Rome; Book 39
"That the Bacchanalia have for some time been going on throughout Italy and are now practiced in many parts of the City you have, I am sure, learnt not only by report, but also by the nightly noises and yells which resound all over the City; but I do not think you know what it all means."
"In the first place, then, women form the great majority, and this was the source of all the mischief. Then there are the males, the very counterparts of the women, committing and submitting to the foulest uncleanness, frantic and frenzied, driven out of their senses by sleepless nights, by wine, by nocturnal shouting and uproar."
"When once the mysteries had assumed this promiscuous character, and men were mingled with women with all the licence of nocturnal orgies, there was no crime, no deed of shame, wanting. More uncleanness was wrought by men with men than with women. Whoever would not submit to defilement, or shrank from violating others, was sacrificed as a victim. To regard nothing as impious or criminal was the very sum of their religion."
Livy, History Of Rome; Book 39
"DIONYSOS (or Dionysus) was the great Olympian god of wine, vegetation,
pleasure and festivity. He was depicted as either an older bearded god
or a pretty effeminate, long-haired youth. His attributes included the thyrsos (a pine-cone tipped staff) and fruiting vine.
Aaron J. Atsma, The Theoi Project: Greek Mythology
Dionysus is looking good in the neighborhood, even without pants! And he should have his own brand of wine, festival, and farm. I still am awaiting more Great Old Ones, or at the very least, original creatures by H.P. Lovecraft himself.
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