How (Not) to Speak of God who has tried to reach us, who will do anything to reach us who is enough, who is more than enough who should be extolled with our sugared tongues who knows us in our burnished windshields as we pass who remembers the honey-colored husks of the locust who knows the scent of dust, the scent of each sparrow whose shadow does not flicker under streetlights who can feel without exaggerating anything who will care when the iridescent flies swarm toward us who shall be as the wings of the dove, its coppery shadows who waits in the midst of the mosquitoes who devoured the fruit of our ground, the skin of the overripe pears who saw the world incarnadined, the current flowing whose face is electrified by its own light who could be a piece of flame, a piece of mind shimmering who can feel without eroticizing everything who will pity us when the bees disappear into their shadows who loves the dank earth, its wolves and its tigresses

Mary Szybist, from 'Incarnadine'

mary szybist touch gallery: “joan of arc”

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CURSES // MALICE (INTERLUDE) [INCARNADINE, 2022]

“Be it done unto me,” we used to say, hoping to be called by the right god. Isn’t that why we liked the story of how every two thousand years, a god descends. Leda’s pitiless swan. Then Gabriel announcing the new god and his kingdom of lambs—and now? What slouches toward us?

[...]

What I want is what I’ve always wanted. What I want is to be changed.

Incarnadine by Mary Szybist

"Will all great Neptune’s oceans wash this blood Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine Making the green one red."

–Macbeth, Shakespeare.

Incarnadine, the color of blood red and sin. (1/?)

"When put in this context, incarnadine is rather repellant. And yet, it’s beautiful when painted on a bedroom wall, as shown by the high-end paint company Farrow and Ball. In large, generous swaths, incarnadine can be stunning and regal. It’s significantly uglier when seen in bits and pieces—like many murky hues, it looks best when flattened and standing on its own." Says Katy Kelleher about this color on her color essays, hue's hue.

This color is better looked at uniformly from afar, like Maedhros. His broad strokes are impressive, he's a fierce warrior that was relentless, taught himself to fight with his left hand when he lost his right, was a diplomat, a strategist, held the March of Maedhros alongside his brothers, stablishing his reign in arguably the most dangerous place in Arda, right at the doors of Angband.

However, when looked at closely, he was a complex character who killed innocents, violated the greatest elven taboo not once, nor twice, but thrice. He was a tortured soul that lost everything, whose end was in utter despair, who sinned so much even his father's own silmarils burnt him. It's not a pretty picture, but he, like incarnadine, make at least for an interesting one.

It's not nice to look at it, but it is so awful that it pulls you in.

This is going to be part of a series of drawings based on the Hue's hue color essays by Katy Kelleher. It is a series of essays I've loved for years so it is pretty exciting to revisit them this way!

Some symbolism I added with this piece is the plant at Maitimo's feet, it is a stinging nettle, which signifies death in another Shakespeare play, Hamlet. I also added black butterflies, which according to a Colombian superstition, signify death as well (not to be confused with brown ones which mean a gift).

A poem by Mary Szybist

The Lushness of It 

It’s not that the octopus wouldn’t love you— not that it wouldn’t reach for you  with each of its tapering arms:

you’d be as good as anyone, I think, to an octopus.  But the creatures of the sea, like the sea, don’t think 

about themselves, or you.  Keep on floating there, cradled, unable to burn.  Abandon  yourself to the sway, the ruffled eddies, abandon 

your heavy legs to the floating meadows              of seaweed and feel                          the bloom of phytoplankton, spindrift, sea- spray, barnacles.  In the dark benthic realm, the slippery neckton glide over the abyssal plains: as you float, feel                                      that upwelling of cold, deep water touch the skin stretched over                           your spine.  Feel  fished for and slapped.  No, it’s not that the octopus  wouldn’t love you.  If it touched,

if it tasted you, each of its three  hearts would turn red.

Will theologians of any confession refute me? Not the bluecap salmon.  Not its dotted head.

Mary Szybist

Listen to Mary Szybist read her poem (46:20).

More poems by Mary Szybist are available through her website.

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Haha okay anon, here's the sentence it appears in:

Glóin's head lolls back bloody and slack-jawed, teeth still barred in that gaping hole of a mouth, his incarnadined beard plastered slick and terrible against his unmoving chest.

Mary Szybist, Incarnadine; from 'Happy Ideas'

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Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand?

Incarnadine

We all bleed red

We are different, but

Blood is blood is blood

Red is red is red

We all bleed 

And we all bleed red

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