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Musings about Hell

Started by Jessica, September 27, 2005, 03:15:48 PM

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Jessica

Musings about Hell

I wonder what the demons will say
What do they talk about day to day?
What do they think about the evils of man?
Think they match the evil of our damned?

I wonder what my sentence will be?
You! -- Hard labor for an eternity!
What will I've learned from my time here?
Maybe, that I shouldn't succumb to fear.

Well, it's probably too late for me
There is no way out that I can see.
The walls of my prison are too high
They are built upon lie after lie.

It's a prison I have built here
And damn, am I the engineer.
No way out and no escape.
I guess that is just my fate.

I'm locked away and there is no key
I'll never be free to be the real me.
There is no knight waiting down below
That's just a fairy tale, don't ya know?

Harsh reality is that stone cold slap
When your all alone, it's the shoulder tap.
That lets you know that nothing can be done
Your dreams and hopes; they set with the sun.

But that's alright because when I'm in hell.
I'll be doing hard time so I won't care.
I won't have time for hopes and dreams.
I'll be listening to the inhuman screams.

I've always wondered if fire causes pain
To a soul that has immortality gained
What's the point of Brimstone and Heat
If your soul and pain can never meet?

Maybe God shows mercy and ends my pain
A final death, I would be lucky to gain
That would be nice to contemplate
If an empty nothing darkness awaits
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tinkerbell

Visions Of Hell

An Isle of desperation,
knives shatter silence,
hearts lurch with fear
at spectral transcendence.

Breathing falls shallow,
expelled in scant gasps,
pulses rampant and fleet.
Feet to abscond from
nightmares of turmoil
that chokingly embrace
a horrified soul.

Sanctums of security
are brutally ravaged,
panic-stricken heartbeats
echo screaming fright.

Hands grasp outward
for strength and stability,
find only glacial emptiness.
Depths of hopelessness
reek of imminent danger,
crimson fireworks glimmer
blood-shot eyes of despair.

Thrust over the brink
into an ebony abyss,
mired in squalling cyclones,
captive in the web of
eternal nightmare, never to
reclaim a condemned soul.

Cathy Bollhoefer



tinkerbell :icon_chick:




Posted on: October 19, 2006, 06:54:14 PM
The Harrowing of Hell
   

  Down through the tomb's inward arch
He has shouldered out into Limbo
to gather them, dazed, from dreamless slumber:
the merciful dead, the prophets,
the innocents just His own age and those
unnumbered others waiting here
unaware, in an endless void He is ending
now, stooping to tug at their hands,
to pull them from their sarcophagi,
dazzled, almost unwilling. Didmas,
neighbor in death, Golgotha dust
still streaked on the dried sweat of his body
no one had washed and anointed, is here,
for sequence is not known in Limbo;
the promise, given from cross to cross
at noon, arches beyond sunset and dawn.
All these He will swiftly lead
to the Paradise road: they are safe.
That done, there must take place that struggle
no human presumes to picture:
living, dying, descending to rescue the just
from shadow, were lesser travails
than this: to break
through earth and stone of the faithless world
back to the cold sepulchre, tearstained
stifling shroud; to break from them
back into breath and heartbeat, and walk
the world again, closed into days and weeks again,
wounds of His anguish open, and Spirit
streaming through every cell of flesh
so that if mortal sight could bear
to perceive it, it would be seen
His mortal flesh was lit from within, now,
and aching for home. He must return,
first, in Divine patience, and know
hunger again, and give
to humble friends the joy
of giving Him food--fish and a honeycomb.

Denise Levertov


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cindianna_jones

You want to read something dreadfully depressing?  Get Daunte's Inferno.  That'll sink your boat.

I look forward to Hell.  I'd hate to go through eternity without my friends!

Cindi
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Jessica

I've read it.  I get to look forward to boiling blood and serpents that bite and have venom like fire.
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cindianna_jones

Dante had to have some transgendered problems.  No one else could conceive of such depressive themes.  It takes someone with GID to dream up such horror for himself.

Cindi
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Kate

A famous, battle-hardened samurai decided one day that he wanted to become enlightened. So he sought out the most revered zen master in the land to teach him.

He found the master seated on the ground, deep in meditation. The samurai asked, "Master, I have come to be enlightened. Please teach me the difference between heaven and hell."

The Master opened one eye, peeked at the huge samurai looming over him, and laughed, "You must be KIDDING? Teach something so subtle and sublime to the likes of YOU? Puhlleeeeze..."

Shocked and insulted, the samurai roared, "What? Do yo know who you're talking to?"

The Zen Master didn't even open his eyes, and said, "Yes... an ignoramous who is so stupid that he actually thinks he learn the secrets of heaven and hell from me."

Infuriated, the samurai pulled out his sword, raised it above his head, and just before he struck, the Zen Master pointed at the samurai with his upraised sword and said, "THAT... is hell."

The samurai stood there, paralyzed for a second... then he smiled as a the glimmer of recognition and understanding spread throughout his being.

As he sheathed his sword, the Zen Master again pointed at the samurai and said, "And THAT... is heaven."
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tinkerbell

Quote from: Cindianna_Jones on October 24, 2006, 07:29:50 AM
You want to read something dreadfully depressing?  Get Daunte's Inferno.  That'll sink your boat.

Cindi

I have also. :) 

Quote from: CindiI look forward to Hell.
Yeah...I do too. After all we have lived part of our lives in it.  I don' really mind reading depressing poetry; somehow it balances out my emotions and feelings...but again, I am weird, remember?


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Poetry of Dante Alighieri
The Divine Comedy

Inferno: Canto I



Midway upon the journey of our life
  I found myself within a forest dark,
  For the straightforward pathway had been lost.

Ah me! how hard a thing it is to say
  What was this forest savage, rough, and stern,
  Which in the very thought renews the fear.

So bitter is it, death is little more;
  But of the good to treat, which there I found,
  Speak will I of the other things I saw there.

I cannot well repeat how there I entered,
  So full was I of slumber at the moment
  In which I had abandoned the true way.

But after I had reached a mountain's foot,
  At that point where the valley terminated,
  Which had with consternation pierced my heart,

Upward I looked, and I beheld its shoulders,
  Vested already with that planet's rays
  Which leadeth others right by every road.

Then was the fear a little quieted
  That in my heart's lake had endured throughout
  The night, which I had passed so piteously.

And even as he, who, with distressful breath,
  Forth issued from the sea upon the shore,
  Turns to the water perilous and gazes;

So did my soul, that still was fleeing onward,
  Turn itself back to re-behold the pass
  Which never yet a living person left.

After my weary body I had rested,
  The way resumed I on the desert slope,
  So that the firm foot ever was the lower.

And lo! almost where the ascent began,
  A panther light and swift exceedingly,
  Which with a spotted skin was covered o'er!

And never moved she from before my face,
  Nay, rather did impede so much my way,
  That many times I to return had turned.

The time was the beginning of the morning,
  And up the sun was mounting with those stars
  That with him were, what time the Love Divine

At first in motion set those beauteous things;
  So were to me occasion of good hope,
  The variegated skin of that wild beast,

The hour of time, and the delicious season;
  But not so much, that did not give me fear
  A lion's aspect which appeared to me.

He seemed as if against me he were coming
  With head uplifted, and with ravenous hunger,
  So that it seemed the air was afraid of him;

And a she-wolf, that with all hungerings
  Seemed to be laden in her meagreness,
  And many folk has caused to live forlorn!

She brought upon me so much heaviness,
  With the affright that from her aspect came,
  That I the hope relinquished of the height.

And as he is who willingly acquires,
  And the time comes that causes him to lose,
  Who weeps in all his thoughts and is despondent,

E'en such made me that beast withouten peace,
  Which, coming on against me by degrees
  Thrust me back thither where the sun is silent.

While I was rushing downward to the lowland,
  Before mine eyes did one present himself,
  Who seemed from long-continued silence hoarse.

When I beheld him in the desert vast,
  "Have pity on me," unto him I cried,
  "Whiche'er thou art, or shade or real man!"

He answered me: "Not man; man once I was,
  And both my parents were of Lombardy,
  And Mantuans by country both of them.

'Sub Julio' was I born, though it was late,
  And lived at Rome under the good Augustus,
  During the time of false and lying gods.

A poet was I, and I sang that just
  Son of Anchises, who came forth from Troy,
  After that Ilion the superb was burned.

But thou, why goest thou back to such annoyance?
  Why climb'st thou not the Mount Delectable,
  Which is the source and cause of every joy?"

"Now, art thou that Virgilius and that fountain
  Which spreads abroad so wide a river of speech?"
  I made response to him with bashful forehead.

"O, of the other poets honour and light,
  Avail me the long study and great love
  That have impelled me to explore thy volume!

Thou art my master, and my author thou,
  Thou art alone the one from whom I took
  The beautiful style that has done honour to me.

Behold the beast, for which I have turned back;
  Do thou protect me from her, famous Sage,
  For she doth make my veins and pulses tremble."

"Thee it behoves to take another road,"
  Responded he, when he beheld me weeping,
  "If from this savage place thou wouldst escape;

Because this beast, at which thou criest out,
  Suffers not any one to pass her way,
  But so doth harass him, that she destroys him;

And has a nature so malign and ruthless,
  That never doth she glut her greedy will,
  And after food is hungrier than before.

Many the animals with whom she weds,
  And more they shall be still, until the Greyhound
  Comes, who shall make her perish in her pain.

He shall not feed on either earth or pelf,
  But upon wisdom, and on love and virtue;
  'Twixt Feltro and Feltro shall his nation be;

Of that low Italy shall he be the saviour,
  On whose account the maid Camilla died,
  Euryalus, Turnus, Nisus, of their wounds;

Through every city shall he hunt her down,
  Until he shall have driven her back to Hell,
  There from whence envy first did let her loose.

Therefore I think and judge it for thy best
  Thou follow me, and I will be thy guide,
  And lead thee hence through the eternal place,

Where thou shalt hear the desperate lamentations,
  Shalt see the ancient spirits disconsolate,
  Who cry out each one for the second death;

And thou shalt see those who contented are
  Within the fire, because they hope to come,
  Whene'er it may be, to the blessed people;

To whom, then, if thou wishest to ascend,
  A soul shall be for that than I more worthy;
  With her at my departure I will leave thee;

Because that Emperor, who reigns above,
  In that I was rebellious to his law,
  Wills that through me none come into his city.

He governs everywhere, and there he reigns;
  There is his city and his lofty throne;
  O happy he whom thereto he elects!"

And I to him: "Poet, I thee entreat,
  By that same God whom thou didst never know,
  So that I may escape this woe and worse,

Thou wouldst conduct me there where thou hast said,
  That I may see the portal of Saint Peter,
  And those thou makest so disconsolate."

Then he moved on, and I behind him followed.



tinkerbell :icon_chick:
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cindianna_jones

Is there a classical lit reference that Tinkerbell can't lay her hands on in one minute?  Dee Yam that girl is smart!

Cindi
Posted on: October 24, 2006, 09:22:25 PM
But I will have to admit there is something very beautiful about Dante's writing.  I find it amazing how he put his thougts together.

But I think that I shall blame him for what we now consider hell.  I'm not really sure that it was soooo bad before his best seller.

Oh... here's one you don't have Tink!  Check out the paintings by Hieronymus Bosch.  He was one twisted mind.  I think that he and Dante had a thing for each other.

Cindi
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tinkerbell













;D ;D ;D...oh my....he was really twisted........I kind of like his paintings... >:D >:D >:D

tinkerbell :icon_chick:
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cindianna_jones

Quote from: Tinkerbell on October 24, 2006, 07:39:57 PM

;D ;D ;D...oh my....he was really twisted........I kind of like his paintings... >:D >:D >:D

tinkerbell :icon_chick:

Yup he sure was.  But he was very much ahead of his time.  He was sort of like a Salvador Dahle in the 15th century.  You've got to find more of his depictions of hell. There's one where I swear he's got a fetish for owls.  Oh crap, why do I know all of this worthless stuff.  It is so wierd.  No wonder I had no friends in high school.  We could never connect.

Cindi
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tinkerbell

I found some....and you know what?  you may think that I am a bit strange, but I love his paintings.  Owls, pigs, roosters, rats, flies, the ostrich, elephants...they all represent some of the infernal demons....okay ...I have said enough for tonight about this subject....don't ask me how I know....let's just say that I read a lot..... >:D


owls eating people

It reminds me of some of Goya's paintings, one of the greatest Spanish painters who was also fascinated with giant monsters eating people........









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Ricki

Like them all! Reminds me of years back when i had this terrible terrible dream (the kinds that shock you awake and sort of keep you awake wondering around the house, etc..) about meeting something dark and evil in this dark damp cave it was like 7' tall cloaked in black; blacker though than the black surroundings and it sort of just swayed toards me i remember it being cold, dark, damp, and smelly and i was afraid yet curious yet terrified yet i sort of reached out towards it stomach area to put my hand into it for some reason and just as i thought i was about to touch it i looked up into its cloaked area to see the face and i woke up with a start!????
Ugly dream was like soo real like you could smell the dampness and feel the cold?
Never had that dream again but it stayed with me forever?
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tinkerbell

Okay I lied >:D >:D...I had to find more paintings....I love them; they are just "adorable" in a twisted kind of way.....I wouldn't mind having all of them hanging on my walls.... ;D >:D















Posted on: October 25, 2006, 12:44:24 AM


The Divine Comedy - Inferno

Inferno: Canto II



Day was departing, and the embrowned air
  Released the animals that are on earth
  From their fatigues; and I the only one

Made myself ready to sustain the war,
  Both of the way and likewise of the woe,
  Which memory that errs not shall retrace.

O Muses, O high genius, now assist me!
  O memory, that didst write down what I saw,
  Here thy nobility shall be manifest!

And I began: "Poet, who guidest me,
  Regard my manhood, if it be sufficient,
  Ere to the arduous pass thou dost confide me.

Thou sayest, that of Silvius the parent,
  While yet corruptible, unto the world
  Immortal went, and was there bodily.

But if the adversary of all evil
  Was courteous, thinking of the high effect
  That issue would from him, and who, and what,

To men of intellect unmeet it seems not;
  For he was of great Rome, and of her empire
  In the empyreal heaven as father chosen;

The which and what, wishing to speak the truth,
  Were stablished as the holy place, wherein
  Sits the successor of the greatest Peter.

Upon this journey, whence thou givest him vaunt,
  Things did he hear, which the occasion were
  Both of his victory and the papal mantle.

Thither went afterwards the Chosen Vessel,
  To bring back comfort thence unto that Faith,
  Which of salvation's way is the beginning.

But I, why thither come, or who concedes it?
  I not Aeneas am, I am not Paul,
  Nor I, nor others, think me worthy of it.

Therefore, if I resign myself to come,
  I fear the coming may be ill-advised;
  Thou'rt wise, and knowest better than I speak."

And as he is, who unwills what he willed,
  And by new thoughts doth his intention change,
  So that from his design he quite withdraws,

Such I became, upon that dark hillside,
  Because, in thinking, I consumed the emprise,
  Which was so very prompt in the beginning.

"If I have well thy language understood,"
  Replied that shade of the Magnanimous,
  "Thy soul attainted is with cowardice,

Which many times a man encumbers so,
  It turns him back from honoured enterprise,
  As false sight doth a beast, when he is shy.

That thou mayst free thee from this apprehension,
  I'll tell thee why I came, and what I heard
  At the first moment when I grieved for thee.

Among those was I who are in suspense,
  And a fair, saintly Lady called to me
  In such wise, I besought her to command me.

Her eyes where shining brighter than the Star;
  And she began to say, gentle and low,
  With voice angelical, in her own language:

'O spirit courteous of Mantua,
  Of whom the fame still in the world endures,
  And shall endure, long-lasting as the world;

A friend of mine, and not the friend of fortune,
  Upon the desert slope is so impeded
  Upon his way, that he has turned through terror,

And may, I fear, already be so lost,
  That I too late have risen to his succour,
  From that which I have heard of him in Heaven.

Bestir thee now, and with thy speech ornate,
  And with what needful is for his release,
  Assist him so, that I may be consoled.

Beatrice am I, who do bid thee go;
  I come from there, where I would fain return;
  Love moved me, which compelleth me to speak.

When I shall be in presence of my Lord,
  Full often will I praise thee unto him.'
  Then paused she, and thereafter I began:

'O Lady of virtue, thou alone through whom
  The human race exceedeth all contained
  Within the heaven that has the lesser circles,

So grateful unto me is thy commandment,
  To obey, if 'twere already done, were late;
  No farther need'st thou ope to me thy wish.

But the cause tell me why thou dost not shun
  The here descending down into this centre,
  From the vast place thou burnest to return to.'

'Since thou wouldst fain so inwardly discern,
  Briefly will I relate,' she answered me,
  'Why I am not afraid to enter here.

Of those things only should one be afraid
  Which have the power of doing others harm;
  Of the rest, no; because they are not fearful.

God in his mercy such created me
  That misery of yours attains me not,
  Nor any flame assails me of this burning.

A gentle Lady is in Heaven, who grieves
  At this impediment, to which I send thee,
  So that stern judgment there above is broken.

In her entreaty she besought Lucia,
  And said, "Thy faithful one now stands in need
  Of thee, and unto thee I recommend him."

Lucia, foe of all that cruel is,
  Hastened away, and came unto the place
  Where I was sitting with the ancient Rachel.

"Beatrice" said she, "the true praise of God,
  Why succourest thou not him, who loved thee so,
  For thee he issued from the vulgar herd?

Dost thou not hear the pity of his plaint?
  Dost thou not see the death that combats him
  Beside that flood, where ocean has no vaunt?"

Never were persons in the world so swift
  To work their weal and to escape their woe,
  As I, after such words as these were uttered,

Came hither downward from my blessed seat,
  Confiding in thy dignified discourse,
  Which honours thee, and those who've listened to it.'

After she thus had spoken unto me,
  Weeping, her shining eyes she turned away;
  Whereby she made me swifter in my coming;

And unto thee I came, as she desired;
  I have delivered thee from that wild beast,
  Which barred the beautiful mountain's short ascent.

What is it, then?  Why, why dost thou delay?
  Why is such baseness bedded in thy heart?
  Daring and hardihood why hast thou not,

Seeing that three such Ladies benedight
  Are caring for thee in the court of Heaven,
  And so much good my speech doth promise thee?"

Even as the flowerets, by nocturnal chill,
  Bowed down and closed, when the sun whitens them,
  Uplift themselves all open on their stems;

Such I became with my exhausted strength,
  And such good courage to my heart there coursed,
  That I began, like an intrepid person:

"O she compassionate, who succoured me,
  And courteous thou, who hast obeyed so soon
  The words of truth which she addressed to thee!

Thou hast my heart so with desire disposed
  To the adventure, with these words of thine,
  That to my first intent I have returned.

Now go, for one sole will is in us both,
  Thou Leader, and thou Lord, and Master thou."
  Thus said I to him; and when he had moved,

I entered on the deep and savage way.


Dante Alighieri
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