If you comment on this post, I will choose seven interests from your profile and you will explain what they mean and why you are interested in them. Post this along with your answers in your own journal so that others can play along.
I took time out from attempting to punch the Tao to answer the following for
jackshoegazer:
Abbots Bromley Horn Dance: The do a folk dance in Abbot's Bromley in England that involves holding stag antlers over their heads. Nobody knows how old the dance is but the actual antlers they use have been dating to the 11th century. The tune sounds very haunting and pagan in a morris-dancing sort of a way.
Boomshanka: This was defined by the character Neil on The Young Ones as "May the seed of your loins grow fruitful in the belly of your woman."
Hildegard of Bingen: An Rhineland mystic who has been underestimated for a long time but is making a comeback. Her thoughts on viriditas remind me a lot of how I see Early Christianity when religion was still closely tied to nature among the recently converted Europeans. It's God's "greening power" as opposed to the "dryness" and infertility (in a creative sense) of sin.
Hookers for Jesus: AKA
Flirty Fishers - "Hookers for Jesus" was a nickname for the Children of God, who used prostitution to spread the word of Jesus back in the 60's and 70's.
Riding on a goosie: What Jacobites do when they meet a hooker for jesus. Actually, a line from the strange Jacobite song Cam Ye O'er Frae France, alluding to King George I visiting a brothel. I understand "goose" was one of the French animal-nicknames for prostitutes at the time. Like "putain" still is. Another interpretation is that his mistress was nicknamed "goosie".
Cam ye o'er frae France?
Cam ye down by Lunnon?
Saw ye Geordie Whelps
And his bonny woman?
Were ye at the place
Ca'd the Kittle Housie?
Saw ye Geordie's grace
Riding on a goosie?
Geordie he's a man
There is little doubt o't;
He's done a' he can
Wha can do without it?
Down there came a blade
Linkin' like my lordie;
He wad drive a trade
At the loom o' Geordie.
Though the claith were bad,
Blythly may we niffer;
Gin we get a wab,
It makes little differ.
We hae tint our plaid,
Bannet, belt and swordie,
Ha's and mailins braid --
But we hae a Geordie!
Jocky's gane to France,
And Montgomery's lady;
There they'll learn to dance:
Madame, are ye ready?
They'll be back belyue
Belted, brisk and lordly;
Brawly may they thrive
To dance a jig wi' Geordie!
Hey for Sandy Don!
Hey for Cockolorum!
Hey for Bobbing John,
And his Highland Quorum!
Mony a sword and lance
Swings at Highland hurdie;
How they'll skip and dance
O'er the bum o' Geordie!
Taliesin: More people should read his poetry. Some of which may have been actually written by the historical Taliesin in the 6th century. He is sometimes described as Merlin's mentor. While John Matthews' scholarship sucks ass, his book on "Shamanic mysteries of Britain" (as if there ever was such a thing per se) is a good introduction to the mysteries described in Taliesin's poems.
Yggdrasil: Odin is my home boy.