Theriomorphous
(I will be returning to Solovyov’s Sophiology next time, via Bulgakov) Of all the incidentally cogent things that cinematic madmen say, one always sticks with me, but it is in fact a quotation. In the movie Silence of the Lambs, Hannibal Lecter refers to a quote by Marcus Aurelius when he says to Clarice Starling, […]
The grotesque is a wonderfully ambiguous term, or it used to be. Not straightforwardly unseemly, it referred to a kind of secret interiority, the grotto-esque, the wild yet still encultured cave wall decoration of ancient civilisations that the renaissance humanists and early modern proto-romantics were so in awe of. It came to designate a kind […]
Theriomorphous