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Cruelty has a Human Heart, And Jealousy a Human Face; Terror the Human Form Divine, And Secrecy the Human Dress.
The Human Dress is forged Iron, The Human Form a fiery Forge, The Human Face a Furnace Sealed, The Human Heart its hungry Gorge.
William Blake, A Divine Image56
Nicanor Parra57
And you ask me? Anti-poesy is you
Genesis’ priestly scribes do not clarify; how could they? No one has. All we learn is that uncanny Yahweh is a jealous Deity, and if so, so we must be. What a dreary mess! For why have not our passions been conquered by philosophies of so wondrous minds, so devoted to humanity all their lives, and how dare we turn away our gazes from these ancient texts replete with glorious wisdom, our parachutes if we are to survive our landing in this idiotic, frazzled, and all too dreadful reality, if we are not to in stupor dwell?
Mythically, Yahweh’s Verb, ever omnipotent, casts rational and irrational, perfect and imperfect shades, and it zigzags, nonetheless, towards theodicy’s angst, taking its toll as it protests against Heaven’s munificent scroll. See all that was
56 Blake, William. The Poetry and Prose of William Blake. Ed. By David V. Erdman. New York: Doubleday, 1965. 32.
57 Parra, Nicanor. Obras Completas & Algo. 1935-1972. From Artifacts. Galaxia Barcelona, Gutermberg, 2006.
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