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One of the Christian Rosenkreuz stories has got Christian visiting some sort of eatery (restaurant, tavern, handily available kitchen) and he asks if they've got a pomegranate. He is told by an old woman 'no' and the story goes on, to memory, never again addressing why it was significant to have the pomegranate namechecked. It was translated from German, in a small-print collection of CR stories published sometime in the sixties on very thick paper. If it rings bells for anyone else, perhaps they could provide a title or more helpful linkage.
Also, and I believe clearly magickal because it broke and pollenated more parts of my brain than anything Grant Morrison ever wrote, there was a sort of advert in Tresierras grocery stores (I saw it in two, one in California, one outside Tijuana), some years ago: Woman, blonde, looks kinda like Donna Reed crossed with Rosie the Riveter with a bit of a halo, bearing a baking tray of split open and steaming pomegranates, and a phrase beneath: 'Decorate your oven. Heat.'
I've been walking around with that never leaving my head for more than a few days at a time, since possibly ninety-eight or so. |
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