by Colombina on November 11th, 2011, 3:31 am
Feeling a little disheartened today, but what's forgiveness for if not imperfect people? And we are all vicious in our own way.
Robinson Jeffers – “Original Sin”
The man-brained and man-handed ground-ape, physically The most repulsive of all hot-blooded animals Up to that time of the world: they had dug a pitfall And caught a mammoth, but how could their sticks and stones Reach the life in that hide? They danced around the pit, shrieking With ape excitement, flinging sharp flints in vain, and the stench of their bodies Stained the white air of dawn; but presently one of them Remembered the yellow dancer, wood-eating fire That guards the cave-mouth: he ran and fetched him, and others Gathered sticks at the wood’s edge; they made a blaze And pushed it into the pit, and they fed it high, around the mired sides Of their huge prey. They watched the long hairy trunk Waver over the stifle trumpeting pain, And they were happy.
Meanwhile the intense color and nobility of sunrise, Rose and gold and amber, flowed up the sky. Wet rocks were shining, a little wind Stirred the leaves of the forest and the marsh flag-flowers; the soft valley between the low hills Became as beautiful as the sky; while in its midst, hour after hour, the happy hunters Roasted their living meat slowly to death.
These are the people. This is the human dawn. As for me, I would rather
Be a worm in a wild apple than a son of man. But we are what we are, and we might remember Not to hate any person, for all are vicious; And not be astonished at any evil, all are deserved; And not fear death; it is the only way to be cleansed. |
[Insert awesome picture of scantily clad woman and something with wings here]
Feeling very poorly lately, have mercy on your absentee merbadger. (2/20/13)