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Poetry Blogging and Religious Iconography

Posted by That Other Mike on 05/10/2008

In fictional terms, I’ve always been attracted by the elements of religion. If there’s one thing that can fairly be said about lots of religions in their favour, it’s that they often have a terrific sense of grandeur, at least to a point. Who couldn’t hear about the idea of a chariot pulling the sun across the sky and not be at least a little awed by the greatness of it?

I should rephrase the point about grandeur; they exhibit the kind of grandeur that one might feel if science and reliable sources of knowledge had never happened, the greatness of ideas that comes as a consequence of feeling alone, scared and naked in the face of an incomprehensible universe. In light of that, who wouldn’t be impressed by Thor and his hammer?

There is a kind of rough and ready sense to be made of things by use of religions, if you don’t have a reliable external source of comprehension; they make sense of things because they seem to apply a kind of order to the world which cannot necessarily be found without them.

While religions themselves have outlived their usefulness and been shown to be wrong in every sphere, from morality to the very structure of the world to the origins of life, their iconography still has a powerful hold.

Guido Reni's conception of the Archangel MichaelI have a particular fascination with angels, no doubt partly inspired by finding out about the existence of the eponymous Archangel from whom my name derives, but also because I find the idea of the personification of abstractions to be, well, fascinating.

The Archangels and their attendant hosts are truly a marvellous invention in terms of religious iconography; they represent a true extension of the idea of a hidden and mysterious god. Paradoxically, they affirm the mystery and distance of the godhead by creating a buffer between the deity and its worshippers onto which the supposed minutiae of the daily running of the universe can be projected and onto which they can focus.

In this, they affirm that God is mysterious and unknowable, but also that he has a finger in every pie, so to speak.

Anyway, this post was inspired, at least partially, by Johnny Cash; I was listening to American IV: The Man Comes Around again, the eponymous first song of which features Cash quoting the Book of Revelation:

[..] and I heard, as it were
the noise of thunder, one of the four beasts saying,
Come and see.
And I saw, and behold a white horse…


And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts…
And I looked and behold, a pale horse
And his name that sat on him was Death
And Hell followed with him

This is what prompted me to start thinking about religious iconography in the first place. It’s a barnstormer of a song, even allowing for the fact that it’s religious in nature; it’s full of religious imagery and references, most of it relating to the end of the world and the second coming.

And this triggered the portion of my brain which jumps to the nearest related topic, otherwise known as the bunnytrail node, and then I recalled the following poem, by Yeats, which is called The Second Coming:

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

The poem was written in this form following the First World War, and also references the various revolutions which had preceded it, and apparently also refers to Yeats’s ideas about the end of the world and the collapse of civilisation, an event which he seems to greet with no small amount of satisfaction, I might add. A sentiment I kind of share; there’s something fulfilling about a neat and tidy apocalypse.

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A couple of drabbles…

Posted by That Other Mike on 28/08/2008

Just to fill some space, more than anything.

I want to ride my bicycle
I bike to work. It’s two miles on lonely back roads. I started for fitness and continued for fun. There’s not much better than freewheeling alone down glossy blacktop, nobody in front or behind for miles.

It’s all uphill except the end; the only thing better than smooth roads is going downhill so fast that it frightens you.

There’s an intersection at the bottom of the hill which I speed towards, not knowing if cars are coming from either direction, or if I can stop in time, and I really don’t care – I just want to go downhill forever.

The Condensed Bible
The Old Testament: Some naked chick eats an apple on the suggestion of a talking snake. Ruination ensues. Many books of Hebrews follow. Lots of begetting, some angels, pregnant women dashed against rocks. Some weird shit about polycotton blends and shellfish, and what you shouldn’t do at the weekends. No buttsex at all, not even if you both want it really bad.

The New Testament: Some hippy walks around annoying people and being a smartass. Said hippy gets nailed to a tree or something and deserves it. “Jesus loves you. Here’s some fish.” Still no buttsex, and probably no lesbians.

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Blow, Winds, and crack your cheeks!

Posted by That Other Mike on 31/01/2008

BBC News:

Storms battering parts of Britain

High winds have been battering large parts of Britain, claiming at least one life, as forecasters warn of blizzards and snow showers to come.
A lorry driver died on the M6, near Tebay, in Cumbria as his lorry overturned in gusts of up to 70mph.

The Forth Road Bridge, west of Edinburgh, was closed to northbound traffic after a lorry overturned in the stormy conditions.

And in Wales, 1,000 homes in Gwynedd have been left without power.

There are widespread travel delays, including at the Port of Dover, in Kent, which is closed to shipping movements because of gusts of up to 60mph.

It’s pretty windy here, reaching up to 46mph at the time of writing, but luckily we seem to be avoiding the worst of it. The surface of the river as I walked past was like the worst sea storm I’ve ever seen, but in miniature.

We’re expecting snow, although the “official” forecast doesn’t show it.

The title is from this, and whatever anyone says, I prefer the King to the Moor.

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