June 27th, 2007
|02:26 pm - Wondering Why We Ever Go Home: Greece, 2007|
Journal Entry 10
Where Sacred Prostitutes Held Court
High above the ruins and the modern city of Corinth, I sit in the precinct of Aphrotite's temple, looking out over the world so far below. There, the wind whipps by, running over two thousand years of ruins and blowing through my hair and tearing at my clothes.
I imagined coming here to seek the favours of this temple, of Aphrodite's famed sacred prostutites, and know that for this instutution to have sustained itself on this rock, so high and so inaccessible, it must truly have lived up to its legend, and even surpassed it.
The walk to the precinct was tewnty minutes, up 45° inclines, warn marble steps, and past hundreds of not-so-benign plants, all without a map or guide. I made most of it at a run.
On my way to the shrine, I was about 20 meters down the slope when I encountered a line of nubile young American girls processing down the path as I moved up it. As they paraded by, moving down the path I was struggling so hard to climb, I found myself already aware that Aphrodite still held court here. How else could I explain the exquisite line of twenty-somethings winding down the hill?
But to be here now, to see this view and sit among the stones, my imagination runs wild.
And now, here, in this silence of the roaring wind, I can hear their sounds of pleasure.
- there, the priestesses meet their customers
- there, they entertain them
- there, they take their money
- here, the pleasures of the flesh are combined with the sacred
Pics zylch asked for
View to the Northwest | View to the North | View of the Ithsmus
To the north, directly across the water, is Perachora
View to the East | View to the South
Current Location: Southeast of Disorder
Current Mood: chipper
Current Music: "Son of a Son of a Sailor", -JB
I loved reading this post. :)
Thanks. My next journal entry will need to be scanned in, since it's a picture I drew at the Athens War Museum, and there are a total of 17 journal entries to be made from that trip.
I'm glad I wrote it all up. I like doing this, actually, better than I like just writing after the fact about my reactions.
I'd never want to go home again, either. :-)
I'm tempted to head back.
You know, out here (in SoCal) we talk about living in a "Mediterranean climate," but still, I'm always freaked out by pictures of Greece, because the landscape is so much like home. (Except, you know, with a bunch of marvelous old ruins added.)