Radiant Daggers

Fisher King, Cormac McCarthy's arrow symbolism

We’re hunkered down here, trying to fend off darkness.

Yet it encroaches, indomitably, pulling its shroud over our day…

We’re blinded with fear, our God has been crucified, stabbed with a spear, mortally wounded.

Shall we ask him: “What Ails You my King?”

Yet no one ever asks.

And so our Sun bleeds at the edge of the world, a crimson farewell, as he enters the underworld,

And enters stage left the queen of night, dark-veiled and cold…

But…

In the heart of darkness, in the bitter cold, we find revelation scripted in light, the radiant decree of heavens writ with starry bright.

And so we wait for the resurrection of our Sun King, the rebirth of our Corn God, once more, spear in hand, dagger poised, ready to stab him and send him off to his sacrificial journey, yet again.

I will eat of your body, and drink of your blood! I will kill you! I love you so…

Nothing new under the sun,

Nothing but the cycle anew!

Every story is of me and you,

Every story adieu…

-IAT

Find the arrow on The Road

Oh come on Christus, you offer your bleeding heart amid cries of fallen mortals?

Just listen my sacred fool! Did you think these ignorant souls would ever see the lightdark? Listen to the murmur of their hearts, to the torture of their thoughts, to the rancor of their actions, to the glee of lust oozing through their appetite and the avarice darting across their furtive eyes, to their vacant ambition fornicating with all that is! Can they see? Can they hear? Can they standunder your grace, your naive grace?

But you must contend that in the end he left them, like hopeless children in the midst of a blood feud, and punished them for their ignorance; and if they chose wrong, absolute rage wreaked upon them what game, what silly game, what supercilious absurdity, the twin twine of culture and religio helixed into a stranglehold around their indivisible logos. The child ne’er hath a chance!

Speak!

-I.A.T.

…from the Madonna Project