Bataille. Bataille and his suns. And his eyes. And his sacrifices and mutilations. And his streams of excrement.

Then Lyotard with his Great and Concentratory Zeros. His centaurs and prostitutes.

Dammit, Nietzsche just had Apollo and Dionysus and everything was cool. But it got waaaaaaay complicated.

It’s doing my head in.

Oh, and Cavarero with her Demeter and Kore and Hades. *sigh*