I'm sure Mel Gibson has his reasons for the spectacle of blood in his movie. I would wager it involves the great sacrifice that Jesus undertook in giving up his body to that violence. And the only way to understand that ultimate sacrifice is to understand his pain up close and personal.
Then does that make pornographic treatments of sex the ultimate understanding of love. Is all that in-and-out between giant sexual organs filling the camera lens a testament to that ultimate emotion?
I may have to try this in a poem....
ON INTO WINTER
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I had thought to end the autumn season with Kigin’s “shape of the wind”
hokku, but a reader in Japan then sent me a new verse that seemed quite
appropriate...
1 week ago

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