Thursday May 29th 2014 Tim
I'll not be treading sweetly today. It's a hell out there.
And it's a hell Dante never might have conceived of with his Styx and
circles, and his categories of sin, and diagrams, and allusions to people who
have all been dead for a very long time, but still deserve to be
punished. Dante's own River Styx was
reserved for souls found guilty of the sin of anger, or wrath as it was
called. The Wrathful would swim about in a dark and poisonous liquid
trying to tear each other apart, and for reasons I'm not convinced of,
The Sullen sit on the bottom of Dante's description of the River Styx, where they kind of
lurk I guess. But it's a whole world Dante has, and you sometimes have
to reckon that Dante might have been a Gardener or at least been
inspired by watching a Gardener at a Compost Pile. An absurd possibility
for a literary man, I know. But I guess the world itself could be
likened unto a sort of a Compost Pile. Certainly there a moments of
intense joy between long stretches of antagonism and disgust, but a
Compost Pile has to it, all the elements of the social as epitomized by
my own absurd species. And here I make no excuse for the word 'absurd,'
because without that simple idea there'd be no society, there'd be no
potential for society, there'd be no future for society, there'd be no
change in society and we'd be more like Praying Mantis eggs waiting to
hatch than we'd be like living things within societies of living things. So stop
with the derogation of the existentialist, you unfortunate automatons.
Go whisper sweet nothing into your IPod, do math or whatever. Take
pills, be happy, kiss Jung's ass, interpret your own dreams of glory,
then go shopping. And you can call me sullen if you wish to.
have to think it might be far too hot to be turning Compost
Piles, but what's got to be done has got to be done, and to
maintain a productive mental attitude I find it very useful
to think in terms of Compost Pile Sins, of which there are a
great many, and then to think of which Circle of Hell each
sin should be placed. The Sin of long bits of wire in a
Compost Pile, I think you'd agree, is a difficult one.
Instinct would suggest such a sin belongs to the Ninth
Circle of Hell, the most horrible circle of hell. Where
Dante, in his whimsical way, put Judas for the sin of
Treachery. And please, I do understand that there is
the pro Judas argument, that indeed Judas wasn't guilty of
treachery at all, rather he just wanted Jesus to hurry up
and get on with it. And certainly a long piece of wire in
the compost pile could serve as a similar motivator for
those of us who might be prone to what they call prolix.
All the same, a long piece of wire in the Compost
Pile, does I think, not only require the perpetrator be sent
to the Ninth Circle of Hell, it's also sort of
Licentiousness. It's without moral restraint, no foresight
whatsoever. Not certain what Dante would call it, but
it's a sort of combination of Dante's, first, second,
third, fourth and fifth circles. His Upper Hell, if you'd
prefer. Things like
Lust, Gluttony and Greed, as well as Wrath. But by
contributing to the entire Upper Hell in conjunction with
his certain place in the Ninth Circle, the perpetrator of
the long piece of wire in the Compost Pile is guilty of
terribly, terribly, terribly sinful behavior that does
indeed demonstrates the existence of Evil in the World. I just thank
God I'm such a Virtuous Pagan. Dante reckoned we all go to
Limbo, in case you hadn't guessed.