Friday, April 2, 2010

good friday

today marks good friday
and it is dreary outside
cold and gray
which seems fitting for the day
followers of jesus

to me,
always seemed the most fitting single image of christ on a cross
deity submerged in waste
the beauty and filth of the world intermingled
a glimpse of glory
not yet realized...

a poem for good friday:

Andres Serrano, 1987, by Andrew Hudgins
If we did not know it was cow’s blood and urine,
if we did not know that Serrano had for weeks
hoarded his urine in a plastic vat,
if we did not know the cross was gimcrack plastic,
we would assume it was too beautiful.
We would assume it was the resurrection,
glory, Christ transformed to light by light
because the blood and urine burn like a halo,
and light, as always, light makes it beautiful.

We are born between the urine and the feces,
Augustine says, and so was Christ, if there was a Christ,
skidding into this world as we do
on a tide of blood and urine. Blood, feces, urine—
what the fallen world is made of, and what we make.
He peed, ejaculated, shat, wept, bled—
bled under Pontius Pilate, and I assume
the mutilated god, the criminal,
humiliated god, voided himself
on the cross and the blood and urine smeared his legs
and he ascended bodily unto heaven,
and on the third day he rose into glory, which
is what we see here, the Piss Christ in glowing blood:
the whole irreducible point of the faith,
God thrown in human waste, submerged and shining.

We have grown used to beauty without horror.

We have grown used to useless beauty.

1 comment:

  1. Whoops, I put my comment in the wrong blog. I was saying thank you for this blog making Easter for me, not spring. Although flowers are lovely!


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