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Grendel’s Laundry List: Dancing under the Gallows

The Magpie on the Gallows, by Pieter Brueghel the Elder

Musuem of Joy: Peter Bruegel the Elder, The Magpie on the Gallows (detail)

Protocols of the Dancing Elders 
of the Seventh Day Atheist Aztec Baptist Synod*

There is a music which underlies all things.  We dance to the tunes all our lives, though our living ears never hear the music which guides and moves us.

Anon. Dancing Elder

A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance.


When someone blunders, we say that he makes a misstep. Is it then not clear that all the ills of mankind, all the tragic misfortunes that fill our history books, all the political blunders, all the failures of the great leaders have arisen merely from the lack of skill in dancing.

Elder Moliere

A day that is not danced is a day that is not lived. I would believe only in a God that knows how to dance.

Elder Nietzsche

To dance is to be out of yourself. Larger, more beautiful, more powerful. This is power, it is glory on earth and it is yours for the taking.

Elder Agnes De Mille

If I could tell you what it meant, there would be no point in dancing it.

Elder Isadora Duncan

On with the dance, let the joy be unconfined, is my motto; whether there’s any dance to dance or any joy to be unconfined.

Elder Mark Twain

I just put my feet in the ground and move them around.

Elder Fred Astaire

*Grendel’s Laundry List is an irregular but continuing series of readings in texts helpful to an understanding of the Atheology and Theodicy of the Seventh Day Atheist Aztec Baptist Church.


Steal This Meme: You Know Me


Etienne-Jules Marey Walking Face crop monstrum animo

“Monster in face, monster in soul.”

A foreigner who knew about faces once passed through Athens and told Socrates to his face that he was a monstrum — that he harbored in himself all the bad vices and appetites. And Socrates merely answered: “You know me, sir!”

Friedrich Nietzsche, Twilight of the Idols

As Clay Shirky, author of Here Comes Everybody, puts it, “The stupidest possible creative act is still a creative act.” Words to live by in the latter days of the Internet Age. Steal this meme. 

Image stolen: Walking, chronophotography by Etienne-Jules Marey


Scissor Dance: The Poet Lenin, Full of Snow

abyss stares back 1 crop luck cont shad

The poet Lenin, full of snow or smeary stars, harangues the Soviet of Owls, while the abyss stares back.

He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.

Friedrich Nietszche, Beyond Good and Evil