Thursday, June 3, 2021

A Soup of Evil

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There is something evil afoot. That’s not a unique statement in these times, but it’s the first time I’ve made it. It’s the first time I’ve felt like the forces of evil were not just scattered bits that could and would be censored out of society by the sheer revolting nature of their suggestions. It used to be good enough, in America, that when you spoke of admiration for Hitler/Pol Pot/Mao, that most people would stop listening to you. It was a sort of rudimentary canceling of its own, a stumbling block to the evil that would come later.

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4 comments:

  1. Round about the cauldron go;
    In the poison’d entrails throw.
    Toad, that under cold stone
    Days and nights has thirty-one
    Swelter’d venom sleeping got,
    Boil thou first i’ the charmed pot.

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  2. Fair is foul, and foul is fair.
    Hover through the fog and filthy air.


    Macbeth, Witches' Brew


    Double, double, toil and trouble;
    Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

    Fillet of a fenny snake,
    In the cauldron boil and bake;
    Eye of newt and toe of frog,
    Wool of bat and tongue of dog,
    Adder’s fork and blind-worm’s sting,
    Lizard’s leg and howlet’s wing,
    For a charm of powerful trouble,
    Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

    Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,
    Witch’s mummy, maw and gulf
    Of the ravin’d salt-sea shark,
    Root of hemlock digg’d i’ the dark,
    Liver of blaspheming Jew,
    Gall of goat and slips of yew
    Sliver’d in the moon’s eclipse,
    Nose of Turk and Tartar’s lips,
    Finger of birth-strangled babe
    Ditch-deliver’d by a drab,
    Make the gruel thick and slab.
    Add thereto a tiger’s chawdron,
    For the ingredients of our cawdron.

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    1. Double, double, toil and trouble;
      Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

      A brilliant man.

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