Lapiths and Centaurs

The song of the Lapiths and Centaurs is pretty awesome. Starts on page 405. I felt bad for Eurytus the centaur because he wasn't used to wine and drank too much, thus lost control and attempted to rape the bride. I mean really I should feel bad for the bride, but Eurytus dies! "Then from his mouth and wounds the centaur spouts both blood and brains alike: he vomits wine and, stumbling, falls on the damp ground - supine." Dead. Then a complete battle ensues between the Lapiths and Cantaurs. The following description of the battle is some of the most gruesome I've ever read. But I keep reading because it's interesting for read. The imagery is extremely vivid. For example, "The eyes slid from their sockets..." or "...one eyeball stuck upon the pointed horns, the other slid down to his beard and hung within the clotted blood below his chin." This stuff is disgusting or maybe poetic But because it is classical literature, I get to read this crazy stuff for class. That's wicked cool. In any case, It was hard to read this not only because it was gory, but I think centaurs are really cool. In Harry Potter centaurs are the most knowledgable beasts and can see into the future. In the Chrinicles of Narnia the centaurs are messengers and such. But in Greek mythology they are like beasts and drink wine etc.

Dionisys planned my spring break

Monday's class was about the most interesting class yet. We talked about sexual things, which makes sense because Lysistrata lends itself well to that being a boner poem, if you will. In any case, Dr. Sexson reminded the class that Aristophanes likes to make fun of the phallice, because it is not to be feared, but something to make fun of. This struck me. Yes, the penis is funny, hilarious even; the word and the anatomical part. But what of the vagina?? People generally don't look at a vagina and laugh, they may be grossed out, or maybe they think it is beautiful. Well, this spring break, i learned to laugh at the vagina. Well, actually, I laughed a lot at the vagina when I went to the Vagina Monologues. Aside from that, I laughed a lot this spring break at a vagina poem or song that we sang on the river after drinking copious amounts of alcohol and indulging in weed products. This is a repeat after me diddy that is fun in large intoxicated groups. It goes like this:

Arangadangdoo.

Pray what is that?

It's all covered in fur.

Like a pussy cat.

There's a hole in the middle.

And it's split in two.

And that's what we call.

An arangadangdoo.

wooo.

This little thang was extremely entertaining throughout the whole river trip. This trip was pretty much like a giant symposium from classical literature, minus the orgy part. The Arangadangdoo song was our friend Walker's contribution to the mess. Thank you Walker.

It was as if Dionisys was the coordinator of the trip!