Critical Knowledge:

The Taming of A Music Critic:

"I held that hairless brainpan down and said. "Bitch, take it like a man.""Oh God, stop it,": whined. I said, "Take it bitch." Bitch squealed, glasses and bald head, pancake was heaving... "Take it peanut dick." I screamed, his hiney splitting in pain, sweat pouring form his anus. "Repeat after after me, Sandy," I yelled. "Diamanda is a great genius, Diamanda is a great genius," while I cornholed flat buttocks, laughing. "Oh my god, Diamanda," he pleaded.

"Say it, say it bitch! Give me that bald head bitch," while I urinated in his mouth. "Take that genius, take that elixir, bitch... take it all down. Take that godhead, Sandie. Corndog loves his mother doesn't he?," I laughed, my fuck-stick thrusting. "Can you feel it?" blood spurting from his anus, peanut heaved again. "What does the good music critic say? Repeat after me... 'Diamanda is a great genius: when may i kiss her ass?'" "Diamanda is a great genius: when may I kiss her ass?"

Yes! You've got it, literatus, polly purebred, while I split his ass and god rushed from my loins, and I vomited, and the skies opened wide, and the squiny lips of the literatus shook silently and he could suddenly hear, his piglet brain too tired to spend its time in understanding... and he could finally HEAR the voice of god and her angels, while the rivers of blood poured from his grateful anus. And a pregnant and magical silence descended upon us at the Death of Good Reason and Rebirth of Beauty, and then we knew that we would finally hear again"

Diamanda Galas - from her book: The Shit of God

Diamanda

"When she sings, she screams with such a lack of self-censorship that she has been called a demonic diva... She's certainly the closest equivalent we have to Callas." - Interview

I saw Diamanda perform in UCLA Thursday night, November 29, 2001 at Royce Hall. Her "Defixiones, Will and Testament - Orders from The Dead" was dedicated to the victims of the Greek Anatolian, Armenian and Assyrian genocide on the hand of the Turks in 1920. She is something else... I never heard Opera and Blues mixed together like she did in "Ain't No Grave Gonna Hold Me Down". Remulus of Arabia