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Posted by: Human ( )
Date: November 28, 2017 03:23PM


In the Twentieth Century of my trespass on earth,
having exterminated one billion heathens,
heretics, Jews, Moslems, witches, mystical seekers,
black men, Asians, and Christian brothers,
every one of them for his own good,

a whole continent of red men for living in unnatural community
and at the same time having relations with the land,
one billion species of animals for being sub-human,
and ready to take on the bloodthirsty creatures from the other planets,
I, Christian man, groan out this testament of my last will.

I give my blood fifty parts polystyrene,
twenty-five parts benzene, twenty-five parts good old gasoline,
to the last bomber pilot aloft, that there shall be one acre
in the dull world where the kissing flower may bloom,
which kisses you so long your bones explode under its lips.

My tongue goes to the Secretary of the Dead
to tell the corpses, "I'm sorry, fellows,
the killing was just one of those things
difficult to pre-visualize–like a cow,
say, getting hit by lightning."

My stomach, which has digested
four hundred treaties giving the Indians
eternal right to their land, I give to the Indians,
I throw in my lungs which have spent four hundred years
sucking in good faith on peace pipes.

My soul I leave to the bee
that he may sting it and die, my brain
to the fly, his back the hysterical green color of slime,
that he may suck on it and die, my flesh to the advertising man,
the anti-prostitute, who loathes human flesh for money.

I assign my crooked backbone
to the dice maker, to chop up into dice,
for casting lots as to who shall see his own blood
on his shirt front and who his brother's,
for the race isn't to the swift but to the crooked.

To the last man surviving on earth
I give my eyelids worn out by fear, to wear
in his long nights of radiation and silence,
so that his eyes can't close, for regret
is like tears seeping through closed eyelids.

I give the emptiness my hand: the pinkie picks no more noses,
slag clings to the black stick of the ring finger,
a bit of flame jets from the tip of the fuck-you finger,
the first finger accuses the heart, which has vanished,
on the thumb stump wisps of smoke ask a ride into the emptiness.

In the Twentieth Century of my nightmare
on earth, I swear on my chromium testicles
to this testament
and last will
of my iron will, my fear of love, my itch for money, and my madness.

—from “The Dead Shall Be Raised Incoruptable”—
—Galway Kinnell—

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Posted by: cutekitty ( )
Date: November 28, 2017 03:37PM

WOW. What a read to ponder?

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Posted by: Human ( )
Date: November 28, 2017 03:54PM

Ya, eh? Wow, indeed.

If you’re gonna hold anti-Christian sentiments, may as well be full and honest about them, I’d say...

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Posted by: elderolddog ( )
Date: November 28, 2017 04:17PM

In dividing up how to spend my time, being anti-christian is not one of my primary urges, although the phrase "what a waste" often comes to my lips.

Overcoming the (likely) ignorance of religion is neigh on to impossible, because of the feelings of superiority that persist, for reasons to be proven in the future, supposedly, when the Justin Believer is seated at the right hand of ghawd, whilst I am skewered, rotating on a hellish rotisserie, slathered by demons with acid, to add to my torment. And yet I persist in my un-idolatry...

Mormonism is horrible because of the robbery of life that it persists in carrying out. The sabbath is a day of rest and they have taken that from man, his spouse and the kids. Worthless promises by rotten men...why won't they see it?

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Posted by: Human ( )
Date: November 28, 2017 04:25PM

elderolddog Wrote:
> ...why won't they see it?

Because the dead shall be raised incoruptable. Believe that and there is no robbery (they might say).

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Posted by: ificouldhietokolob ( )
Date: November 28, 2017 06:25PM

Human Wrote:
> Because the dead shall be raised incoruptable.
> Believe that and there is no robbery (they might
> say).

Except...believing doesn't make it real.
And, as the poem above makes quite clear, believing that does seem to make this one certain life seem "cheap," hence the history of believers of that point all too often using the "kill 'em all and let god sort 'em out" strategy in the real world :(

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Posted by: ziller ( )
Date: November 28, 2017 08:01PM

brb ~ eyes and brain-pan needs a break ~

brb ~ will try too read agin later ~ (srs) ~

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