“You can’t write the clear biography
of the aches and pains inside your skull.”
– Jim Harrison
“I imagine one of the reasons people cling
to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense,
once hate is gone, they will be forced to deal with pain.”
– James A. Baldwin
The icons erected before the altar
are triune: Anger, Hate, and Prejudice.
And every keeper of every altar
know that they are righteous in their keeping.
Each morning and every evening
the devout enter their private sanctuary –
they enter, every one of them, on their knees –
and bow and pray and praise them;
for they are graven in each worshipper’s image.
At the end of their devotions, they offer
petitions in the name of each image –
Anger, Hate, and Prejudice –
and they wave a censor, wafting holy smoke.
Before the censor is lit, the penitent takes
a square of paper which they will light
on the flame of a candle of willful ignorance.
On that paper will be written their greatest fear.
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Day 16 of Jilly’s “28 Days of Unreason,” where we respond to prompts culled from the writings of poet, Jim Harrison.
Wow! This must be the Church of Stupidity/ Self-destruction…. you name it. I’m bemused observing these worship rituals….and how so true it is. This doctrine has so many followers… how sad. This is perfect!
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And the wonderful thing is you don’t have to subscribe to any ideology, have any kind of faith…. People of all walks participate. Beware of the ones who say they don’t! 🙂
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Absolutely!
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Ouch… I feel this is something I feel that religion has changed into… the vices are changed into virtues… I see it daily
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If it only pertained to religion, I wouldn’t have bothered writing it. This, I see, is almost everyone right now. It doesn’t require faith, or any specific ideology. The ones who say that others have this disease are as infected. We all are at some level. Me included.
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I know this.
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I know you do, Björn! Your writing always shows you to be a deep, thoughtful person. Please don’t take my comments as personal criticisms. I have worked in a religious circle, but I see so much of religion’s failings in every human endeavor. On every side of the avenue, the aisle, the globe (or is it truly flat?). The common denominator, if I have my mathematics right, is the human. But then, I am helpless beyond basic math.
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I agree… I see the same, but I might blame religion more because it speaks with the voice of authority… the rest is mere failing…
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I admire the strength and clarity of your voice Charley – your certainly can’t be accused of ambivalence!
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Probably not. …although maybe. 🙂 I’ll take that to mean that you enjoyed my well meaning jab at the entire human race. Thank you!
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Stanza one: Of course I am right to cling to my hate and anger and prejudice! I can provide documentation!
Stanza two: They are gods we make in our own image – wow! Love that line!
Stanza three: Big difference between using the word petition instead of prayer. Love holy smoke!
Stanza four: That last line is huge! And it takes us back to the Baldwin quote. It stopped me in my tracks!
Charley, this is one of your best ever! So well done, couched in the language of liturgy and skewering every one of us. Brilliant poem!
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Including me. Thank you for that in-depth analysis! Was kind of worried about the holy smoke. Glad you enjoyed it!
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Well, it IS a marvelous allusion… no wait, that would be DC. Never mind 🙂
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The sinister atmosphere in this could be applied to any of our collective idiocies. You’re right, they are all based on fear, shame and guilt.
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By admitting it… by writing this… I hope I’ve made the first step toward emotional wellness. But, you know, I’m only human! 🙂
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I feel uneasy in crowds so avoid them like the plague. Being a hermit doesn’t let one off the moral hook though.
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Nothing does. If you haven’t already, give a read to “A Party of One: A Loners’ Manifesto.” It lets introverts off so many of the hooks.
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Just not joining the bad guys doesn’t make you a good guy. That’s rather like sitting on the fence during a pogrom.
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Nice description of the triune icons balancing the “candle of willful ignorance” and fear.
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Thank you, Frank! I felt I was on holy ground as I wrote this. Just not in a religious sort of way… if that makes sense.
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Your words effectively capture the current social fray – each side clinging to their righteousness, few willing to step aside for a higher purpose.
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Indeed! I meant it to represent humankind in our natural state. We were meant to be so much more…
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We most certainly are…
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That first stanza says so much, and then you take us to church and hold up a light to the truth — we operate from our anger and fear, and build houses of worship from them. Instead of seeking forgiveness, instead we only want to protect our weakness.
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Absolutely (…oops, pun!). We are nothing without our icons… the gold and incense of human stupidity.
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We love our icons and are happy in our ignorance–fear anything and anyone who is different.
I think the image is a church, but it looked like a sort of haunted house/Edward Gorey type of thing to me at first. I’m not sure what that says about me. 😉
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That you read photographs well! It is an abandoned building… where once a church met. (Semantics, I guess. But accurate.) I used the religious imagery in the poem to highlight how even the most secular of people (the “professing” atheist and the “certain” agnostic) join in the entirely human comedy of religious mindfulness of their hates and their fears. We all have our private sanctuaries in which we practice our “faith.” In doing so, we are able to avoid admitting our fears.
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Thank you for the explanation of the image, and yes, we are all guilty–and capable of better (I hope).
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Mayhaps! 🙂
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🙂
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A sharp reflection of our beliefs and rites that we cling to ~ Each one of us, lives in this box of prejudice ~
Specially admire: a candle of willful ignorance. Amazing write ~
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Thank you!
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