I’m really, really fond of it.
It’s the flaccidness of the phallus I suppose and its indolent loitering.
Sensations (1948) / revue erotique / via
See also Eros in the 20th century
Isn’t this stupendously beautiful?
In Dutch we have a saying, “al lachend vertelt de zot de waarheid”, which translates as “laughing, the fool tells the truth”.
Over the past few days, due to the reading of The Praise of Folly, I’ve researched the wisdom of fools.
Note that stupiditas is also included. Folly!
I’m off to bed with The Praise of Folly.
One thing leading to another, as they usually do, Silenus on a donkey (above) by Piero di Cosimo will lead you to the morosopher Silenus himself, the satyr who was ugly on the outside but beautiful inside.
Silenus then will take you to Socrates’s physical appearance which was like that of Silenus. Socrates, the ugly philosopher also possessed an inner beauty, as attested by Erasmus in his Sileni Alcibiadis and Rabelais in Preface to Gargantua.
Rabelais compared Socrates to Silenus boxes which were ugly and frightening on the outside but with contents which were sweet and precious:
Silenes of old were little boxes, like those we now may see in the shops of apothecaries, painted on the outside with wanton toyish figures, as harpies, satyrs, bridled geese, horned hares, saddled ducks, flying goats, thiller harts, and other such-like counterfeited pictures at discretion, to excite people unto laughter, as Silenus himself …; but within those capricious caskets were carefully preserved and kept many rich jewels and fine drugs, such as balm, ambergris, amomon, musk, civet, with several kinds of precious stones, and other things of great price. Just such another thing was Socrates. —Rabelais
This is wonderful, a parody of jousting. Note the substutions by plants: uprooted tree trunks, bunches of garlic and radishes.