these are days for those who cry. not from guilt, but from longing. matthew describes peter crying over jesus, so does bach, and durer. this description is part of a cluster of motifs summoned in literary descriptions of martyrdom of cultural heroes. jesus’ death is held up by the passover, and he is embalmed before death, and the rooster’s crow is climactic. all this harks back to the tale of socrates, whose death is held up by the boats coming in for the festival, who bathes ritually before death, and whose last words mention the rooster of asclepius. foremost, peter’s weeping echoes the weeping of this entourage of socrates.
every hero has a wardrobe of attributes and that wardrobe includes a death story of mythical proportions.
"You know Phaedrus, that is the strange thing about writing, which makes it truly correspond to painting. The painter’s products stand before us as though they were alive, but if you question them, they maintain a most majestic silence. It is the same with written words; they seem to talk to you as if they were intelligent, but if you ask them anything about what they say, from a desire to be instructed, they go on telling you just the same thing forever."
"if anyone comes to the gates of poetry and expects to become an adequate poet by acquiring expert knowledge of the subject without the muses’ madness, he will fail, and his self-controlled verses will be eclipsed by the poetry of men who have been driven out of their minds."