A very fine piece of writing. One of the several, along with some "Dead Girl" postings and the Succubus Specification, that make me wonder how my own efforts were ever deemed worthy of taking up space here on the Crackyhouse board.
I hope that remark's not invalidated if I rather ashamedly add that I've never really understood the appeal of Cracky herself, though. I'm not entirely immune to the charms of gawkiness, androgyny, sallowness and bad English diet. It was, after all, exactly such pale, malnourished and orthodontically-neglected little Cockneys who provided, under the gaslight of rainy winter afternoons as school let out into the quiet squares of Belgravia in 1973, the first and most important imagoi for the increasingly twisted and desperate fantasies that have tormented me ever since.
But the true Cracky-lover has, I suppose, to have penetrated far higher through the aeons and past the Watchmen of the Demiurge toward a shedding of the flesh and of all the desires and urges of the flesh than I can ever hope to penetrate. In the days of the Parousia, my passion would surely have been for Joanna the Baptist rather than for Christina Herself. Which doesn't stop me from placing in Cracky's somewhat dismayingly toothy mouth - as regards, at least, my own ends and purposes for the shifting, kaleidoscopic female dramatis personae of the Crackyhouse board - those words from Matthew 3.11 which really have the very opposite import: "(S)he that cometh after
me is mightier than I, whose shoes I am not worthy to bear." It is another defeat, I know it, of the heroic Gnosticism of the True Church by the incorrigibly sensual and earthbound spirit of Catholicism. But "the Real is the Effective", as Hegel had it, and the invisible, unspeakable God of Moses can never really guide His people through the wilderness without Aaron's Golden Calf. Just where Lavagel falls short of the Truth of Cracky - in the distance she will always instinctively and victoriously maintain from the pure realm of Death and Silence; in her incorrigible womanhood and in her belonging and remaining faithful, for all her gentle grace and condescension toward the doomed and the exiled, to the cruel magnificent region of the Here-Below, Lavagel alone is the Truth of Cracky For Man. No way leads to Cracky except through her.
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