Initially, the Dionysian intoxication of being unsubmissive was honey. From caves where bees were said to sweat honey. Like humans, when the heat turns their skin red, and the ‘mania’ sweeps them away from the collective drive to conform. Manifesting itself as a dance of urgency in the amplexus, an urgent dance of a sexualised and multiform Dionysian entity, constantly mutating in its entrails, a revolt of the trees and the forest in silence, a transgression of convinced identities, a transgression of excluded third parties. “Honey Sweats and Death Will Have No Dominion”, 50 years after 25 April...