A bumping, carnivalesque, cosmic excursion, warmly analogue and swinging, featuring the return of DJ Sotofett to Honest Jons; then a kind of breather; and finally fifteen rounds of ecstatic, ruthless, spangled minimalism, looking straight into the eyeballs of Tippu Tip, and back out. 'Garland yourself in all the green there is — ivy green, olive green, fennel green, growing green, yearning green, wet sap green, new grape green, green of youth and green of branches, green of mint and green of marsh grass, green of tea leaves, oak and pine, green of washed needles and early rain, green of weeds and green of oceans, green of bottles, ferns and apples, green of dawn-soaked dew and slender green of roots, green fresh out of pools, green slipped under fools, green of the green fuse, green of the honeyed muse, green of the rough caress of ritual, green undaunted by reason or delirium, green of jealous joy, green of the secret holy violence of the thyrsos, green of the sacred iridescence of the dance...'
(From Anne Carson's new translation of Bakkhai, by Euripides.)
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