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Screaming Volumes
Screaming volumes in silence. Escaping the serpents of my insomnia. Only my shadow to hear me, in the darkness of my piccolo. Running from the cloven devil of rum and the abyss of Hade's womb. Cracking the glass of memories of when I young. Now my poetic voice is that of a castrato. Neutered for eternity. Screaming volumes in silence.
Published 24th Nov 2020
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24th Nov 2020 9:30pm
Castrato were usually taken as young children and had no agency in the condition they found themselves in.
Now, back in the days of the (old? or is it still the same?) empire, we who became Galli did so of free and chosen Will (castrating ourselves, which, thank you, modern medicine!)
And nowadays, we get to choose pharmaceutical estrogen as well.
It's always a wonderful World, brother.
From Wikipedia article on Cybele: March 24: Sanguem or Dies Sanguinis ("Day of Blood"), a frenzy of mourning when the devotees whipped themselves to sprinkle the altars and effigy of Attis with their own blood; some performed the self-castrations of the Galli. The "sacred night" followed, with Attis placed in his ritual tomb.[80]
Now, back in the days of the (old? or is it still the same?) empire, we who became Galli did so of free and chosen Will (castrating ourselves, which, thank you, modern medicine!)
And nowadays, we get to choose pharmaceutical estrogen as well.
It's always a wonderful World, brother.
From Wikipedia article on Cybele: March 24: Sanguem or Dies Sanguinis ("Day of Blood"), a frenzy of mourning when the devotees whipped themselves to sprinkle the altars and effigy of Attis with their own blood; some performed the self-castrations of the Galli. The "sacred night" followed, with Attis placed in his ritual tomb.[80]
