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"OH WATERS, TEEM WITH MEDICINE TO KEEP MY BODY SAFE FROM HARM, SO THAT I MAY LONG SEE THE SUN." - Rig Veda
One inquisitor’s manual reports “the heretics professed to believe that there is another new and visible land”.These two worlds mirror one another. In some cases the details of sin and redemption even play out in both places. The Cathar John of Lugio taught that “the good God has another world wherein are people and animals and everything else comparable to the visible and corruptible creatures here; marriages and fornications and adulteries take place there, from which children are born. And what is even more base there the people of the good God, against his command, have taken foreign women to wife, that is, daughters of a strange god or of evil gods, and from such shameful and forbidden intercourse have been born giants and many other beings at various times” “In that land of the living,” and inquisitorwrites, “ there are cities and outside them castles, villages, and woodlands, meadows, pastures, sweet water and salt, beasts of the forest and domestic animals, dogs and birds for the hunt, gold and silver, utensils of various kinds, and furniture ... They shall eat and drink, play and sleep, and do all things just as they do in the world of the present”. It was in this other world that Christ was born and cruciﬁed, in which the prophets prophesied, and in which many of the events narrated in the Old Testament took place.
In other cases, this world is the dark image of the better world. “[S]ince there are many ... who pay little heed to the other world and to other created things beyond those visible in this wicked world, which are vain and corruptible, which as surely as they come from nothing shall return to nothing, we say that in truth there exists another world and other, incorruptible and eternal created things. In either case, the work of the good god takes place in the other realm. The story of salvation involves not redemption in and of this world, but merely escape to the other place, where the good god reigns.
"It happens so slowly,
A bare vine planted
In spring, a trellis bent
By summer flowers-
Mother details a small cloth with
Intricate stitches on a couch
Beside father, watching television,
Flickering and silent.
Brothers on the floor, tussling or
Playing children's games.
Slight wind through lilac near the window,
Code of branches tapping glass.
Father goes into garage
To check on some noise he thinks
Might be plumbing and never comes out.
Mother sets down her needlepoint,
Walks to a closet for more yarn. Never
Returns. Brothers go outside into sunlight,
Birdsongs and disappear at the gate.
I step out the door, push
The sticky screen open-
The neighborhood, the hedges gray,
With road dust, the fire hydrant, painted red
Again last week, disappears.
I wait for the return of everything.
Wait in the darkness without breath
Listening to a million hearts, none
Of which are mine, beating."
Gary Lemmons - "Missing in Action"
Notas do autor sobre o poema: "Regarding the transformation of a clothes closet into a casket, an underwear drawer into a urn, "Missing in Action" estivated many years in my heart where, when winter came, it dug free of that hot organ and now convulses naked in the snow. Meaning that death is a monkey with a calculator up a tree randomly assigning final number of days with an indifferent finger.
The banana I offer him is not enough to coax him to stop. So I offer instead this poem. And for just as long as it takes him to read it, maybe even a little longer, he stops."
Fonte - Revista Rattle, versão impressa