(collage by Óglach)
There inside the gothic arch
the whirling purple satin stain
mouths the words and makes the mark
and calls me by my given name
The limestone drips with solemn sweat
the windows let the sunlight in
colored by bits of broken glass
shaped in silhouettes of sin
All this time I’ve been deprived
the chance to make a simple step
to open doors to well worn paths
each of which must lead to death
But none more certain than this place
where no heart can find a stable hold
beneath the flagstones the lies will hide
and dust will flour the native bones
It wasn’t me, I try to say
It wasn’t me, the silent cry
It couldn’t be, it’s not my way
and besides I’ve only just arrived—
*The title comes from a line in Bringing the Vatican to Justice, an article by American neuroscientist and author Sam Harris, who described Catholicism as “ghoulish machinery set to whirling through the ages by the opposing winds of shame and sadism.”
Wow, dark. Nice collage as well 😀
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Many thanks, Josh. 🙂
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WoW, I’m bookmarking this and rereading the poem several more times. I think each reading will bring different thoughts and images to my feeble brain which is what poetry should do.
~~dru~~
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Oh, your mind is far from feeble, Dru. I’m touched that you appreciate the poem, thank you.
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I just reread this again and I’m still very impressed and see many different themes and interpretations. Good Work!
~~dru~~
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I’m glad you came back for more. Many thanks, Dru. 🙂
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“shaped in silhouettes of sin” — divine.
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Many thanks.
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It was one of your posts I read that got me thinking of Harris, who inspired the titled, so I thank you for that as well. Your site is fascinating.
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Nice Post!!!
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Thank you very much.
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Comment my photo too!!! Kisses!!!
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Powerfully thought provoking …
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Many thanks for reading.
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I’ve read many of your posts and they vary greatly!
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It’s a big world. 🙂 Thank you for reading.
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Really excellent work here. I wish I could work rhyme like this.
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That is a huge compliment coming from you. If I could trade skills with you, I would. 😉 Very many thanks.
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brilliant!
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Thanks very much.
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I am with saywhatumean2say. There is more to digest at each reading. I will come back.
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You are always welcome in my house, Katherine. 💕
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It really is a tour de force, Mr O. I haven’t been reading your blog long enough to have realised you were a poet as well as a prose writer. Is it horribly gauche to say that I follow it until the last stanza (when you switch to the first person) but then I have no idea what you are on about? I need to get my Year 12 English Lit. teacher, Sister Deirdre to work through it with me, then I’d get it!
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I think the last stanza is awkward. When I write poems, I write in a stream of consciousness. That last bit is supposed to be from an infant’s perspective—I just got here, how can I be a sinner, why do I need baptism, and so on. The poem is in part about my growing up Catholic but it was the discovery of infant remains at a former home for unwed mothers in Galway that got me writing. So while I stand by the sentiment, the last stanza didn’t feel natural as I wrote it, and I’ll likely edit. Now you can give Sister Deirdre a break. 🙂
Many thanks for reading and commenting, Katherine.
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My poor Sister Deirdre died of a horrible cancer some years back. I’m glad I don’t need to resort to the dark arts to resurrect her to help out with your poem, as she really wouldn’t have approved. I was brought up Catholic, too. Sister Dee was one of my best school teachers and a fabulous person. She loved to get down and dirty with the most violent imagery Shakespeare could conjure. I just loved her!
We heard about the horror of those poor babies and the way their mothers were treated, too. It has particular resonance here, as we are still in the middle of a Royal Commission into clerical child abuse in Australia. Thanks for explaining the finish. I get it now.
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Brilliantly conceived and written. This has never been my experience.
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Thank you for the compliment, Kathleen. I’m glad that your experience has been largely a positive one.
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Deep and brilliant! This poem definitely needs to be read more than one time, and I will do it, believe me! Every line is sublime and eloquent and the collage is wonderful! Bravo, Óglach! 🙂
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A thousand thanks, Sarah. Your comment has lifted my spirits. 🙂
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My pleasure! Your comments do always the same for me! 😄
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An inspired post! Nice collage too.
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Thank you Karina. 🙂
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Always a pleasure
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“and dust will flour the native bones.” my favorite line. and my favorite subject matter, o ominous, impending, inevitable, abominable… doom.
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Good ol’ doom. The great motivator. If you’d like to learn a little more about that line, search “mass graves Tuam Ireland.” On second thought, don’t. Many thanks for reading.
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Reminds me of what they found in the wall of the Ursuline nunnery in New Orleans. Although, that one involves a little vampiric lore as well…
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I’ll have to check that out. Nuns and vampires….
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Whaaaat?! BRILLIANT. I love it all; especially the line: The limestone drips with solemn sweat…
The collage and poem thrill my soul.How did you make the collage?? That’s not just paper and glue, is it?
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I made the collage with a phone app. They won’t let me have scissors or glue. 🙂
I love your reaction; “Whaaaat? The monkey can talk?!” 🙂 In seriousness, I’m gratified you like the poem. You know how much I value your opinion. Thank you.
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Hush! You are no monkey. 😀 I was just floored and delighted by everything about your post.
The Harris quote is right on the money! Lol.
Can’t stop loving your masterpiece… sigh. ❤
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You’re a sweetheart. Thank you.
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I want to be Catholic now. Superb poem and art, Oglach.
~PR
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Thanks a million. I’m sure the Church would love to have you.
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Maybe someday people will figure out how to exorcise the ghoulish machinery evoked so well by the collage and poem from the soaring arches, stained glass, and great settings of the Mass. I hope so.
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It’s different for every individual, of course. But I know just how you feel. Thank you for reading.
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Powerful words and imagery. I especially liked “shaped in silhouettes of sin”…that’s really a strong one!
Wonderful collage…would love to see some more… 🙂
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I’ll see what I can do. Many thanks, Maniparna. 🙂
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I too will see what you’ll do… 😀 😀
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Wow to the collage and the poem; lots to think about!
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Thank you, and thanks for stopping by.
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I had to come by
To see what you were up to
Fine piece of writing
Very powerful
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Thanks very much, Sheldon
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Marvelous…I would love to see your collage full size
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It’s only images juxtaposed upon one another, but I’m glad you like it. Many thanks for the comment and for stopping by.
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I like the creativity of it. I’ve wanted to work on images and craft projects to supplement my poems. You inspire me-
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Glad to be of service. 🙂 I’m sure you would be brilliant at it.
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Very powerful! I like the collage, too.
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Many thanks, Merril. 🙂
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Talk about your house of mirrors! Just goes to show you the truth can still raise the tiny hairs on the back of your neck…or is that guilt?
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Sometimes they go hand in hand, but they shouldn’t. Many thanks for reading, KC.
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I really like that poem! You have a great ear for the rhythm of the language and it’s dark and Gothic …
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Many thanks for reading, I really appreciate your visits.
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