I have decided to take a day off from writing today. I was concerned that very few people had read the conclusion of the House Party, published on Friday. But my readers are playing catch-up today, according to the analytics I am seeing.
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I wanted to be an archeologist as a kid. My mother saved a kindergarten drawing I had
carefully done of me with a shovel. The
teacher, used to writing fireman, policeman or doctor on other student’s pictures,
had had to look up ‘archeologist’ for mine.
I liked dinosaurs, of course, but was drawn to ancient
civilizations. I vividly remember the
National Geographic article on the then current excavation at Pompeii. All those plaster casts of people dying from
the blast. No mention, back then, of the
erotic side of Pompeii.
Priapus was a rather minor Greek fertility god. He was the protector of fruit trees, livestock
and male genitalia. The Romans loved to use him in erotic art, what with his supersized
and permanent erection. Two frescos of
him from the walls of Pompeii.
Now there's a deity I can really appreciate. Someone I would happily pray to bestow his blessings on me. Most assuredly a very popular fellow in old Pompeii.
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