The Garden Of Earthly Delights, Hell - With Rabbit

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Today I saw a picture by harbinger-project I have not seen before.


Guessing that it was from The Garden of Earthly Delights, Hell, by Bosch I soon found what he was referring to.  This masterpiece triptych is extremely hard for someone like me with no grounding in the history of the time and place to interpret.  In this detail from the original painting, above, a gambler (?) is being abused by a hybrid shrew/skate creature.  He wears a shield on his back with a hand in a benediction gesture balancing a die, the hand pinned to it by a knife.  In harbinger's version the hand is spouting a flame.  Since his work can be as difficult to interpret as anything by Bosch I am guessing the hand represents knowledge, immobilized and punished.  But it is the rabbit I cannot figure out.  He carries a form of glaive, designed for yanking cavalrymen off their mounts.  If that's a specialized hunting spear I cannot find an example of one, the spear pictured is too light for a battlefield.  On it he bears a woman hanging from her feet, with fire spouting from her belly.  He seems to be wearing ecclesiastical clothing, and a large open purse dangles from his belt, probably a game bag.  In addition to all of that he has a hunting horn in his left, er...hand.  It may be that the rabbit represents unbridled lust. Try though I might I cannot find any meaning to this, often Bosch alluded to sayings and folk tales that are obscure to us today.  Back in the day pictures of rabbits hunting humans was a popular marginalia illustration.
But it don't look good for the upside down lady.  Chaosfive-55 is sponsering a contest based on The Ship Of Fools, in this post he has a picture and a recording of a choir from Hell, The Garden of Earthly Delights, singing from a score written on someone's ass, probably with a red hot iron.  No, a weird demon uses his notes shaped tongue to do the writing.  Oh, well, I'm sure it hurt.
 
 
Someone Bosch knew is being insulted.
 

Rabbits always mean unbridled lust.  Enthusiastic unbridled lust!
 

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