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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2004 8:35 pm
noir
 
Joined: 12 Aug 2004
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Location: those mean streets




Eve to Her Daughters
by Judith Wright


It was not I who began it.
Turned out into draughty caves,
hungry so often, having to work for our bread,
hearing the children whining,
I was nevertheless not unhappy.
Where Adam went I was fairly contented to go.
I adapted myself to the punishment: it was my life.

But Adam, you knowÖ!
He kept on brooding over the insult,
over the trick They had played on us, over the scolding.
He had discovered a flaw in himself
and he had to make up for it.
Outside Eden the earth was imperfect,
the seasons changed, the game was fleet-footed,
he had to work for our living, and he didnít like it.
He even complained of my cooking
(it was hard to compete with Heaven).

So, he set to work.
The earth must be made a new Eden
with central heating, domesticated animals,
mechanical harvesters, combustion engines,
escalators, refrigerators,
and modern means of communication
and multiplied opportunities for safe investment
and higher education for Abel and Cain
and the rest of the family.
You can see how his pride has been hurt.

In the process he had to unravel everything,
because he believed that mechanism
was the whole secret Ė he was always mechanical-minded.
He got to the very inside of the whole machine
exclaiming as he went, So this is how it works!
And now that I know how it works, why, I must have
invented it.
As for God and the Other, they cannot be demonstrated,
and what cannot be demonstrated
doesnít exist.
You see, he had always been jealous.

Yes, he got to the center
where nothing at all can be demonstrated.
And clearly he doesnít exist; but he refuses
to accept the conclusion.
You see, he was always an egoist.

It was warmer that this in the cave;
there was none of this fallout.
I would suggest, for the sake of the children,
that itís time you took over.

But you are my daughters, you inherit my own faults
of character;
you are submissive, following Adam
even beyond existence.
Faults of character have their own logic
and it always works out.
I observed this with Abel and Cain.

Perhaps the whole elaborate fable
right from the beginning
is meant to demonstrate this; perhaps itís the whole secret.
Perhaps nothing exists but our faults?

But itís useless to make
such a suggestion to Adam.
He has turned himself into God,
who is faultless, and doesnít exist.

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Posted: Thu Sep 23, 2004 5:59 pm
lynnette
 
Joined: 17 Aug 2004
Posts: 12
Location: miles from where i used to be




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