Northumberland Bestiary (Detail), 1250–60, courtesy of the Getty’s Open Content Program
Call me blood,
brother. Crouched
ogre gathers
forces together
under gangrenous
cover. Street
lamps glow
ochre. Never-Never
gonna Land
Caravaggio’s “The Taking of Christ”. Source: newyorker.com
He is arrogant.
Like a Jerusalem oak—growing in the most narrow fissure, the most meager soil—that was his arrogance, at first. There was almost nothing to feed it. It was thin and pale and stood apart from the vast landscape of him—a few dry green leaves that were, at most, a distraction, a distraction from that great and beautiful emptiness. Because that’s what was most remarkable about him—that emptiness—vast and open and almost unimaginable.
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