HUD HUDSON
This week she has been reading Arthur Rimbaud's
A Season in Hell.
Xerxes was at the library
looking for something else entirely when her attention was caught by
the opening lines of a 1873
poem from this French poet. She read this piece together with the
forty-two poems which comprise
his later Illuminations, but none of those was as intriguing as this
one.
Here's the first page:
A while back, if I remember
right, my life was one long party where
all hearts were open wide,
where all wines kept flowing.
One night, I sat Beauty down on
my lap.
And I found her galling.
And I roughed her up.
I armed myself against justice.
I ran away. O witches, O
misery, O hatred, my treasure's been turned over to you!
I managed to make every trace
of human hope vanish from my mind.
I pounced on every joy like a
ferocious animal eager to strangle it.
I called for executioners so
that, while dying, I could bite the butts of their rifles.
I called for plagues to choke
me with sand, with blood. Bad luck was my God.
I stretched out in the muck.
I dried myself in the air of crime.
And I played tricks on
insanity.
And Spring brought me the
frightening laugh of the idiot.
So, just recently, when I found
myself on the brink of the final squawk!, it dawned on me
to look again for the key to
that ancient party where I might find my appetite once more.
Charity is that key. This
inspiration proves I was dreaming!
"You'll always be a hyena etc .
. . ," yells the devil, who'd crowned me with such pretty poppies.
"Deserve death with all your
appetites, your selfishness, and all the capital sins!"
Ah! I've been through too
much: But, sweet Satan, I beg of you, a less blazing eye! and while
waiting for the new little
cowardly gestures yet to come, since you like an absence of descriptive or
didactic skills in a writer,
let me rip out these few ghastly pages from my notebook of the damned.
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Any comments you might have for Xerxes
can be sent to Hud[dot]Hudson[at]wwu[dot]edu.
I will see to it that she receives them.
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Xerxes' Junior Year
The week before Xerxes was reading J.R.R. Tolkien's
The Hobbit
The week before Xerxes was reading
Voltaire's
Candide
The week before Xerxes was reading William Shakespeare's
The
Tempest
The week before Xerxes was reading Jack Fincher's
Lefties
The week before Xerxes was reading Yann Martel's
Life of Pi
The week before Xerxes was reading Jorge Luis Borges's
Ficciones
Xerxes' Sophomore Year
The week before Xerxes was reading Dante Alighieri's
Purgatorio
The week before Xerxes was reading Neil Gaiman and Terry
Pratchett's
Good Omens
The week before Xerxes was reading Alfred Lord Tennyson's
In
Memoriam
The week before Xerxes was reading Paul Woodruff's
Reverence
The week before Xerxes was reading Marilynne Robinson's
Gilead
The week before Xerxes was reading William Hjortsberg's
Falling Angel
The week before Xerxes was reading Herman
Melville's
Moby
Dick
The week before Xerxes was reading G.K. Chesterton's
Orthodoxy
The week before Xerxes was reading Anonymous's
Everyman
The week before Xerxes was reading David Maine's
Fallen
The week before Xerxes was reading The Dalai Lama's
An Open
Heart
The week before Xerxes was reading William Shakespeare's
As You
Like It
The week before Xerxes was reading William Shakespeare's
Macbeth
The week before Xerxes was reading Leo Tolstoy's
The Devil
Xerxes' Freshman Year
The week before Xerxes was
reading Jean Toomer's
Cane
The week before Xerxes was reading Patrick Süskind’s
Perfume
The week before Xerxes was reading Gore Vidal's
Creation
The week before Xerxes was reading A.S. Byatt's
Possession
The week before Xerxes was reading Dennis Potter's
Blackeyes
The week before Xerxes was reading Mervyn Peake's
Titus Alone
The week before Xerxes was reading Mervyn Peake's
Gormenghast
The week before Xerxes was reading Mervyn Peake's
Titus
Groan
The week before Xerxes was reading Lois Lowry's
The Giver
The week before Xerxes was reading Rudyard Kipling's
Mandalay
The week before Xerxes was reading Ralph Helfer's
Modoc
The week before Xerxes was reading George MacDonald's
The Portent
The week before Xerxes was reading Robert Graves's
I Claudius
The week before Xerxes was reading Mervyn Peake's
Mr Pye
The week before Xerxes was reading Riff Raff and Magenta's
The Time
Warp