Portal de Periódicos da CAPES

Blood Moon

2017; Duke University Press; Volume: 32; Issue: 4 Linguagem: Inglês

10.1215/08879982-4253037

2164-0041

John Donnelly,

Global Socioeconomic and Political Dynamics

Came a red moon the night between the Easter vigiland the morning of the resurrection and that shademade a horizontal of the window rail and a verticalof half the curtain, a cross — and because I wasn’t well(some spring distemper) lying alone in the guest roomwhere we also kept a small shrine and our mothers’ ashesStephen sleeping on an upper floor but I wasn’t asleepthe moon too bright and part of me knowing I had begunto see a cross only because it was almost Easter 2015and another part said but I’m not the kind of person who seescrosses in curtains long finished with The Church or churchesbut nevertheless here at first seemed to be three shadowsthree crosses just like in the story which after a time becameone and then O shit a tree The Tree the World Tree the treeof the world and behind my eyes came a kind of lightand I thought to myself I have not recently taken drugshave I or gone strictly-speaking crazy like Philip K. Dickwho experienced his Vast Active Living Intelligence Systemas a pink illumination bearing the message that his infant sonhad some kind of knot in his gut that could kill him (whicha reluctant doctor confirmed and saved him from)and have I anyway gotten my antidepressant dosage right?My light too though not pink was somewhat real becauseafter a while it went away which is the test of real thingsand then it was night again noche oscura as St. John of the Crossmight have put it and I knew I was in danger of making of all thisa meaning because it was Easter and outside the rabbitsfucked in the chamomile wearing burdock burrs like crownsbut still could there have been any part which was not justof my making Christ the vertical and the horizontal ChristYgdrassil the Allfather hanging nine days without food or drinkChrist the plane tree Platanus orientalis with lights in itthat Xerxes stopped his armies to adore and away from whichhe would not move again until his goldsmith struck the imageon a medal which afterwards he wore always next to his heart.At 11:11 in the morning from this vision I awoke I who do nothave visions or want any but for all that is the sad world not yetutterly emptied of parable? Does the young corn still puthis ear above the soil like a flute?