Jody's Notes
Let's be honest for once. The Bible is awful as an inspiration for literature. (Even Melville is more inspired by the way the King James Bible is written than he is by its contents. Notice the point: he's been inspired by how the thing has been translated.)
(People might be annoyed by my saying this, but surely it's a point that people can be objective about whatever their background metaphysical beliefs happen to be. I'm not talking about truth after all; I'm talking about aesthetics. And so comparisons are often needed to provide some perspective. Think: Greek myths. For contrast, I mean.)
There are some good bits. Some of Genesis, for example. Some of it.
Even the vines lush
with attitude. I watch
the sweet of his gestures,
the flutter of her perfume; I pray
for overcast, the invasion of snowflake,
rootless flower. My coiling mind
waits: for them leisure is still jigsaw
with pleasure. But soon
flavor will be a locus: its essence memory.
© 2005 Jody Azzouni