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refusing to use reverential capitalization so that no one knows if i am talking about him or him

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How do you repent? /gen

you mean it

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the second king is handsome, and that’s one reason for heaven liking him. not the main reason, though. still young and not yet royal, david is sent to the high priest on an errand. once there he asks for food, yet is offered none—the priest only has the pita, used in ritual, named the presence of heaven. ‘no one is fucking me and now no one is feeding me, either,’ is david’s response. he knows that hunger is hunger. he likens himself to a priest. in the end, he eats that presence. mouth full, he flirts himself into heaven’s favor

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Out of curiosity, how do you relate to YHWH as a practicing Catholic? Even though I know God is God however you decide to look at him, I sometimes find it harder to know him through this name. He feels more distant, ancient, the God of people that came before me but aren't me. Like the Ancient Testament is a hermetic and opaque place, a temple I'm looking at from the outside. Sometimes calling him YHWH feels like calling a father his birth name instead of dad

marcionism fears me—i am a reverse-marcionite. i keep the ancient near east foreign, know it remains far from me. and yet, there is a nearness. this notion of heaven—named yhwh—is vulnerable, pettish, kind, questioning, regulating. he has his moments, and there is a violence that needs naming here. yet this is the name the son of mary read in temple, in reverence. this is the name of my prophets' raiser. this heaven is as same as he is not

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out of curiosity what type of catholic are you? were you raised in that way or did your personal look on religion develop later?

i am a cradle, irish catholic. sunday supper after mass and ccd type

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what is the closest thing we have in the modern world to extispicy? i personally feel like it would be looking through the digital footprint of a crush you barely know, but idk. what do you think?

i like the idea of profile stalking, especially for playlists, as extispicy. i think also there’s a need for viscera here. there’s something in noting someone’s scars, in filters that put a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ over your face if you tap the screen, in figuring out the color heart emoji someone uses

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Did Elisha curse little boys or young men?

my rendering of 2 kngs 2:23–24 is "from there he moved to bethel. and in moving, on the road, some young men (unəʿrim) parted to mock him. they yelled, 'keep moving baldy! keep moving baldy!' he turned to their parting, saw them, and swore at them in the name of yhwh. two bears emerged from the trees and mauled forty-two of the young men (yəladim)." the two roots are naar (refers to an age from infancy to preteen) and yeled (nearer to preteen). they're kids

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the father of the old testament is nervous, needs to know how his prophets are feeling. he is entering the tents of patriarchs, eyes low, uttering that he's hungry. he is so regretful he might kill himself. he is flinching. he is falling in love with handsome men. he is not regretting, refusing to regret, knows there's no more room for that

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edgeplay in the hebrew narrative—the sex of song of songs remaining a verse ahead of itself, or the threshold-holding of ruth, reaching for feet. hezekiah in the assyrian kink that hesitates, then fucks. ezekiel in shibari, the mouth-to-mouth of moses and heaven that never moves past their spit. raising spirits around the rim of sheol and, for that matter, the rim of the ark itself. heaven's voice remaining an utter, and his fingers heating the surface of stone, refusing penetration. the voyeurism of kings, the refusal of the prophets, the euphemisms of figs and knowing, the haste and the halt of us falling into this all

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What on earth is going on in Ezekiel 16

ezekiel is the voice of the exile. he has lost every part of his faith—the house of yhwh, the kingdom in the north and the south, family members and fellow prophets. in ch 16 he’s showing how this reality pushes against his knowledge that heaven is fair and powerful. he is asking how it is that the yahwists have yielded this fate. and he is answering, in full sex and violence, and in rhetoric as vulgar as this, that they have fucking earned it

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any words on how to stop rotting through anhedonia? how to sustain.

the usual—fall in love volunteer publish poetry find meds that help rely on others sit an hour at adoration read something moving visit someone that mothers you pray

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what are some things you wish that more people knew about Freud & Freudian methods?

his footnotes—he had endless visions and revisions, he never felt finished. he returned to papers years after he presented them, knowing he knew so little no matter how much time passed. he had a faithfulness to symptoms. symptoms he saw first in himself and then in his patients. and his relationship with fliess, so intimate and, for him, perverse, that the hateful and hurtful notions he later offers are reflective only of his urges, his needs, no one else's

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the third king raises a house for heaven (1 kngs 6). it is a thing of vestibules, recessed frames, rafters and metal foils. palm fronds and open flowers line each room. and there is a veil, heavy as sex (song 1:5). through the veil is a room named the holy of holies—this is heaven's room. his presence is here, his flesh and his aron (exod 26:33). one man enters the room, and only once a year, to atone (lev 16). the rest of the year, it is the flesh, the aron, heaven unseen in the rear of that veil

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How has being in love with someone so deeply change the trajectory of your life and faith?

i have found heaven and now nothing matters. i am someone that loves first, and then i am everything else