2014/05/10

Ruddy Liturgically Sacrificial Hue





  • Lazyass and Futile Weekend Blogging for the Blog Days of Summer in Dead Blegsylvania. 
  • Going outside today and tomorrow though tomorrow is one of the Holiest Days in Egoslavia. 
  • Hint: one of our rescue Maine Coons is named after the birthday celebrant.
  • The Selfish Individual. On Sontag essays.
  • Desert theory, rehashed.
  • The compartmentalization of injustice.
  • Three plateaus on noise aesthetics.
  • America as Ahab though speaking as Ishmail.
  • Did a major tune-up on blogrolls, purged bleggicides, migrated hibernating blogs to Moribund, added some new joints, please check them out when they float to the top. Only bleggicides were purged; if you are not where you were and you haven't posted in at least three months you've been moved to Moribund so that when you wake up I can see the pleasant surprise.
  • Prunella's latest playlist.
  • Guess what I fell asleep to, woke up with in head. Cause yes, it occurred to me this past Wednesday to open this post for Lazyass and Futile Weekend Blogging for the Blog Days of Summer in Dead Blegsylvania with the song at the top.







SUNT LEONES

Stevie Smith

The lions who ate the Christians on the sands of the arena
By indulging native appetites played what has now been seen a   
Not entirely negligible part
In consolidating at the very start
The position of the Early Christian Church.
Initiatory rites are always bloody
And the lions, it appears
From contemporary art, made a study
Of dyeing Coliseum sands a ruddy
Liturgically sacrificial hue
And if the Christians felt a little blue—
Well people being eaten often do.
Theirs was the death, and theirs the crown undying,
A state of things which must be satisfying.
My point which up to this has been obscured
is that it was the lions who procured
By chewing up blood gristle flesh and bone
The martyrdoms on which the Church has grown.
I only write this poem because I thought it rather looked   
As if the part the lions played was being overlooked.
By lions’ jaws great benefits and blessings were begotten   
And so our debt to Lionhood must never be forgotten.