AMATORIOS HUMANO
- Mar 7
- 1 min read
By Mara Adamitz Scrupe
I see myself as seductress believer (dulcius
ex asperis) in the rush of hope & hardship toward the tide
of sweet license I am purposeful: a seeker a daughter
of an earthly epoch (& an eyeblink away
from the next) a siren of desire in proximity
to virtue (though evidently not close enough) I may be
an archetype or a means to an end (in a quagmire
of uncertainty I wonder at the clarity
of the upright ringed by so much wrong) & if we live in
a time of pure & righteous conviction (& as casualties
of post ice age passion my farming now become
a matter of life & death) I err on the side of disbelief:
what I’m told is justice I question
as strumpet jezebel tart & at this
unbounding this edging out of the Holocene
I’m no judge of human survival still
I’m hopeful something choice turns up despite
provenance but what comes
next is anyone’s guess & so I am
a curve in the path of contingency – another accident
really or an improvisational actor: amoral
skeptic I’m the arc of your unrequited wants
& your beast of chance the richness
of your nightfall & your creature of thirst
& dervish: I am your reminder of goodness & evil’s
adjacency your liaison with the philistine: your tumbling
down down into the green green –
your trembling as an animal in fear