My Brothers, you’ve been washed in the blood of the land, my Sisters christened with names both fearful and murderous. Our altars, our prophets, our poets-they make promises of rest to the weary.
It will not be brought. The dice have been cast, the lots have been taken and we all, dear Jonahs, are cursed. But our curses, like blessings, are mixed.
Our Noahs watch the world drown, our Abrahams bind us for the slaughter and we thank them and toast to their good fortune.
The rhythm you feel in your tendons and heartstrings is the machines we run, grist mills of lust that we loathe and love and fuel. We are alternately ground to dust and the grinders. We are the electorate and the revolutionaries, between pestles we’ve made and mortars we love.
It is us who we meet on the mountain. It is us in the dark, like Smaug, with our treasure.
We will not be exorcized of our demons. Even if possible, we would not.
Our curses like our blessings are mixed.
There will be no death- only blood. No end to the world- only new ones.
Ryan McGivern
www.myspace.com/mckibbon
March 27, 2008 at 2:00 pm
finally got to see the infamous There Will Be Blood… Daniel-Day Lewis’ performance was top-notch. He takes well to the overbearing, violent father-figure role — he also did this in Gangs of New York.