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Written on March 27, 2005, and categorized as Secret and Invisible.
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There is only one song I can listen to today, and that’s Patti Smith’s Easter. Her love of visionary and symbolist poets regularly shows in her lyrics, and sometimes in mine. All is glowing.

Patti Smith is a fine songwriter and a passionate artist, who romps across cultural barriers and boundaries. Like many of America’s finest rebels, she is much under-appreciated by the establishment, who fear anything that undermines them by revealing how weak their sanitized, saccharine culture really is. For those of you who don’t know her work, I suggest checking out Rock N Roll Nigger = “Jimi Hendrix was a nigger, Jesus Christ and Grandma, too, Jackson Pollock was a nigger, Nigger, nigger, nigger, nigger, nigger, nigger, nigger.” Took a woman to say it.

Her song Easter is less of a political diatribe, more of an expression of spiritual ecstasy.

Easter

Easter Sunday, we were walking.
Easter Sunday, we were talking.
Isabel, my little one, take my hand. Time has come.
Isabella, all is glowing.
Isabella, all is knowing.
And my heart, Isabella.
And my head, Isabella.
Frederick and Vitalie, savior dwells inside of thee.
Oh, the path leads to the sun. Brother, sister, time has come.
Isabella, all is glowing.
Isabella, all is knowing.
Isabella, we are dying.
Isabella, we are rising.
I am the spring, the holy ground,
the endless seed of mystery,
the thorn, the veil, the face of grace,
the brazen image, the thief of sleep,
the ambassador of dreams, the prince of peace.
I am the sword, the wound, the stain.
Scorned transfigured child of Cain.
I rend, I end, I return.
Again I am the salt, the bitter laugh.
I am the gas in a womb of light, the evening star,
the ball of sight that leads that sheds the tears of Christ
dying and drying as I rise tonight.
Isabella, we are rising.
Isabella, we are rising . . .

Patti Smith, Easter

Now don’t get the idea from all this that I’m a Christian. God forbid, not me. Christians have fucked up more of the world, more regularly, and with less concern for the consequences, than anyone else. Christian countries lead the world in hypocrisy and weapons development. But let me just dwell on Jesus for a second. I have invited Him into my life. This may surprise you, but I have. The funny thing is, I was surprised when He came. I really didn’t expect Him to turn up. After all, He’s had them all on their knees praying and waiting a long time. But that doesn’t mean I am immune from the potency of the truths He taught, or His love and compassion. He speaks to me directly from time to time, if only I will listen.

Jesus came to me this week in the form of Bill Hicks, who reminded me of two central tenets of His teaching which are most widely ignored by His followers, and which I am moved to share with you this Holy Day.

Love your enemy

Turn the other cheek

Did He preach respect and tolerance? I think He did. Did He say, exterminate all those who disagree with your views? I think He didn’t. Did He show compassion for people whatever their wrongs? I think He did. Did He say, follow the words in this Bible exactly as written (and heavily edited) hundreds of years after his death? No, I think He didn’t. We are rather led to believe He went against the religious conventions at the time, and it was partly this that led to His death.

Turning to the way this impacts upon us today – Did Jesus indicate anywhere that it would be a good idea to invade Iraq on a flimsy pretext, steal their oil, kill 100,000 of their civilians? No, I don’t think He did.

Christian soldiers: turn to your Iraqi brothers and sisters. Offer them your combat fatigues. If they fire at you, take off your body armour. If they want your arse, give it to them. And remember: when you die, you ain’t going nowhere except back home in a body bag. The Kingdom of Heaven is within you. Repent, and salvation is yours.

Jesus’ message for us is there for all to see. Happy Easter, He is Chocolate.

Here endeth the lesson.

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This thing has 6 Comments

  1. dave bones
    Posted 27 March, 2005 at 5:43 pm | Permalink

    amen

  2. -E
    Posted 27 March, 2005 at 9:36 pm | Permalink

    If only more people focused on the actual message of Jesus and how he lived his life, Christians might not destroy so much.

  3. dom
    Posted 28 March, 2005 at 1:24 am | Permalink

    I have to agree … I did an article on my blog and one fifth of UKers didn’t know the real meaning of Easter FFS!

  4. carrie
    Posted 28 March, 2005 at 4:26 am | Permalink

    apropos

  5. transience
    Posted 28 March, 2005 at 5:16 am | Permalink

    i lost my religion a long time ago. but maybe i should bookmark this post and start meditating with it. within me is a kingdom of conscience. and that is bad enough to begin with.

  6. David Killingback
    Posted 15 April, 2005 at 5:00 pm | Permalink

    But…but…Bill Hicks is MY priest, not yours….!

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