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Monday, February 26, 2007

Our Consuming Fire



But who is stronger than death? Me, evidently . From Crow by Ted Hughes

Brother slew brother.
Someone called it good.
He drags the remains,
tossed on the Mesopotamian funeral pyre.
Flames devour the flesh--
ah, but the soul shifts outside,
curling into the very cup of trembling
planning his revenge,
all in the name of God.

5 comments:

Cocaine Jesus said...

you have previously said how much you like this guy. i know very little about him. he was married to slyvia plath wasn't he?
i saw a film of the two of them. odd couple.
i lke this. is it typical of his work?

Enemy of the Republic said...

Ask Deemikay. He's the pro. It depends on the phase of his work. But I had done a lot of reading of Crow before I wrote this, his darkest work. I don't really know his views on God. I see him as a pantheist.

JohnB said...

In this one he seems to spell out the one of the core ruling facilities of human nature...hypocrisy

piktor said...

Enemy, I like the poem but who wrote it, you or Ted H.
Also, see this:
http://itkupillinblogi.blogspot.com/

Enemy of the Republic said...

I wrote it. I just used some Teddy for an epigraph. Love him.

John B: Amen to that, bro..