where to draw the line between the monstrous and the divine?
Code, Scherezade Siobhan | An Oresteia: Agamemnon, trans. Anne Carson, Aiskhylos | Love and Prayer, Simone Weill | Journal 1970-1986, Andrei Tarkovsky | Martyre de Saint Denis (1874-1888), detail, Léon Bonnat | The War of The Foxes, Richard Siken | Nathaniel Orion G.K. | Ovid at Fifteen, Christopher Bursk | On This Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous, Ocean Vuong | Blue Rotunda, Louise Glück | The Waves, Virginia Woolf | Medusa (c. 1618), Peter Paul Rubens | Denouement, trans. Ellen Dori Watson, Adélia Prado
[ID: A collection of quotes and images from various sources.
1. Some people touch you and it is a form of taking. / Others touch you & it is a way of shaping.
2. And the grace of gods (I’m pretty sure) / is a grace that comes by violence.
3. Attention, taken to it’s highest degree, is the same thing as prayer. It presupposes faith and love. // Absolutely unmixed attention is prayer.
4. Why are they all trying to make me into a saint? / Oh God! Oh God! / I want to do things. Stop turning me into a saint.
5. Hera countered: You were born thirsting a mouthful of ichor from any God who would oblige. Suffering follows quench.
6. A close-up detail from The Martyrdom of St. Denis by Leon Bonnat. Saint Denis wears black robes around his waist as he kneels on the steps, reaching for his head. In the place of his head glows a light over the stump of his neck. To the left, a person can be seen recoiling in shock, as another person’s legs lie on the bloodied steps.
7. decompose eventually. We collide with place, which / is another name for God, and limp away with a / permanent injury. Ask for a blessing? You can try, / but we will not remain unscathed.
8. You don’t get to die / and be reborn the same. / You come back, but you come back wrong. / This is the price you pay / for resurrection.
9. One moment you’re ordinary / a son, a brother, / and the next / a god is finding you / so remarkable / there’s no escape / except to turn into a tree.
10. What I really wanted to say was that a monster is not such a terrible thing to be. From the Latin root monstrum, a divine messenger of catastrophe, the adapted by Old French to mean an animal of myriad origins: centaur, griffin, satyr. To be a monster is to be a hybrid signal, a lighthouse: both shelter and warning at once.
11. I am tired of having hands / she said / I want wings-- // But what will you do without your hands / to be human? // I am tired of human / she said / I want to live on the sun--
12. and I said to the star, ‘Consume me.’
13. A painting of Medusa by Peter Paul Rubens. He decapitated head lays on a rock, face frozen in shock and horror as blood pours from the wound. A variety of snakes writhe around her head amongst her hair.
14. I am beginning to despair / and can see only two choices: / either go mad or turn holy.
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