Blood and Dirt

Help lost its way.

Dagger. The Bible has the story of a fellow who fashioned himself a dagger, fetched it hidden into the chambers of an unsuspecting portly man, and plunged it into the man’s belly so deep that it disappeared, unextractable. The King James remarks laconically that “the dirt came out.” Observationally spot on, no doubt; the dirt would be feces oozing from punctured intestine.

Cock fight. In Nathanael West’s Day of the Locust a character repeatedly puts a bloody rooster’s beak in his own mouth while tenderly stroking the bird, administering a kind of resuscitation therapy in order to motivate the creature to fight its losing battle to the bitter end.

Synthesis. The two narratives, leaking intestine and cock fight, intertwined in my head with the performative carnage staged at the White House on June 16th in which the old boy who “won” the melee screamed that a former first lady, accomplished wife of a living two-term ex-president, is a man. 

Moral. Blood and soil: When you stab a country in the gut, the dirt comes out.

Note. The analogy of cage brawling to cock fights belongs to Senator John McCain, Solon-Warrior-Patriot. Rest in Honor, Sir.

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I live in Texas and devote much of my time to easel painting on an amateur basis. I stream a lot of music, mostly jazz, throughout the day. I like to read and memorize poetry.
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4 Responses to Blood and Dirt

  1. Things seem to be heading in a terrible direction at the moment – the flailing of an aging emperor who is losing every battle (even the colour of a pool) but is pretending it’s all GREAT!

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  2. JMN's avatar JMN says:

    Well captured, Sue. It’s remarkable how Trump’s fat-fingering of the reflecting pool, a storied national monument and historic icon, has become a metaphor for his corrupt incompetence. A sad fact is that it’s now fenced off from the public that owns it in order to protect Trump’s story. He reminds me of the hood ornament of a 1959 Cadillac, the one with the enormous fins. It’s kept shiny by the owners and “leads” the vehicle, but a coterie of thugs, his advisors, are the drivers.

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