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(2015-10-02 23:08:32)Book of Isaiah, Part I
I.
Isaiah awoke
angry.
Lapping at
Isaiah’s ears black birdsong no it was
anger.
God had filled
Isaiah’s ears with stingers.
Once God and
Isaiah were friends.
God and Isaiah
used to converse nightly, Isaiah would rush into the garden.
They conversed
under the Branch, night streamed down.
From the sole of
the foot to the head God would make Isaiah
ring.
Isaiah had loved
God and now his love was turned to
pain.
Isaiah wanted a
name for the pain, he called it sin.
Now Isaiah was a
man who believed he was a nation.
Isaiah called
the nation Judah and the sin Judah’s
condition.
Inside Isaiah
God saw the worldsheet burning.
Isaiah and God
saw things differently, I can only tell you their actions.
Isaiah addressed
the
nation.
Man’s
brittleness! cried Isaiah.
The nation
stirred in its husk and slept again.
Two slabs of
bloody meat lay folded on its eyes like
wings.
Like a hard
glossy painting the nation slept.
Who can invent a
new fear?
Yet I have
invented sin, thought Isaiah, running his hand over the
knobs.
And then,
because of a great attraction between them—
which Isaiah
fought (for and against) for the rest of his life—
God shattered
Isaiah’s indifference.
God washed
Isaiah’s hair in fire.
God took the
stay.
From beneath its
meat wings the nation
listened.
You, said
Isaiah.
No answer.
I cannot hear
you, Isaiah spoke again under the
Branch.
Light bleached
open the night camera.
God
arrived.
God smashed
Isaiah like glass through every socket of his
nation.
Liar! said
God.
Isaiah put his
hands on his coat, he put his hand on his face.
Isaiah is a
small man, said Isaiah, but no liar.
God
paused.
And so that was
their
contract.
Brittle on both
sides, no lying.
Isaiah’s wife
came to the doorway, the doorposts had
moved.
What’s that
sound? said Isaiah’s
wife.
The fear of the
Lord, said
Isaiah.
He grinned in
the dark, she went back inside.
Anne Carson, “Book of Isaiah, Part I”
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