Those men whom the gods wish
to destroy, they first make
mad, and then, when white flecks
of foam speckle the men’s lips -- the spittle
of bewilderment, of overpowering visions -- the gods
throw their heads back and they
laugh and laugh, they laugh and they
laugh, until they are rolling on the floor
of the heavenly TV lounge
The Feast of the Gods: Giovanni Bellini, 1514 (National Gallery of Art, Washington, D.C.)
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