Revenge is sweet

according to some.

Revenge
Bloodied knuckles & a cowardly lover’s letter, expressing his unscripted departure.
I’ve not ever really know where to stand on this vexed issue. I know resentment burns one up on the inside and I know that holding grudges–harbouring feelings of having been unjustly wronged for too long–can corrode the innards of one’s soul, dampen any moment of merriness and darken any happiness. Yet, it is well known and regularly said that forgiveness is freedom and moving on without making retribution is liberation. That it may be, I just don’t know. I’m a full-on Jackel and Hyde, a bit of a bonny and a bit of clyde. I’m, you know, split within but i’m also maybe not really in a position to judge. Or am I? because nowadays i’m my very own private echo chamber (technically I ain’t, but he knows and I know that I fucking well actually am – one could have a thousand and one suitors but if he ain’t amongst the parliament of bees, it is little more than a hollow chamber pot). I know the desirous attractiveness of planing revenge, I know torturous torment, i know the feeling resulting from being labelled B. S.–i’d sooner roast in a Brazen Bull than let that one lie; I’d rather the thumbscrews be turned forcefully anticlockwise (mix in too, for poetic effect, some under the nail bamboo splits); i’d prefer the cat’s tails lash whilst spreadeagled and stretched over a rack-like horse of harshly sawn Sussex oak–I’ve read the hallowed words: there ain’t no wrath like that of a lady wronged, well yeah that be me. I’m stranded here and your there and yeah I know – i do know – you are fucked too but: Clean break huh? What the fuck’s that all about? Together forever? Two hearts beating as one? Soul-fucking-mates? You’re having a fucking larf darling, a full-on delusional & demonically demented laugh.

“her days were spent dallying with her inamorato.”

  My swain he did swoon
  Loopy’s the ship’s loon
  cock-swing née ‘coxswain.’

“we’ll dither and dally and together go fully doolally.”

So in the canon that I know, we’ve two diametrically opposing stances (set out for your perusal below, in Items 1 & 2), and yep for sure I get the notion that one chooses one’s horse depending on the course the hay-fed old nag’s gunna havta trot and canter along but come the fuck on: ain’t this the case of sitting one’s big fat derrière on the fence par excellence? I am a vegan pacifist wit large, but when it is downright up close and personal well ain’t that Italian thing called “vendetta” quite something stellar and spectacular? Just saying, because, well maybe, in practice it’s every so very base and entirely abhorrent.

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DOESN’T IT SO
I mean, who knows and who’s to judge? One man’s treasure may be another woman’s trash. His well articulated feminist views may be–‘may be’–his well honed and honeyed ruse to make a be-line for my (and any other young lady’s) ay-line (maybe, I said: “maybe”).

item 01:–

Turn the other cheek

You have heard that it was said, “An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.” But I say to you, Do not resist the one who is evil. But if anyone slaps you on the right cheek, turn to him the other also. And if anyone would sue you and take your tunic, let him have your cloak as well. And if anyone forces you to go one mile, go with him two miles. Give to the one who begs from you, and do not refuse the one who would borrow from you.
— Matthew 5:38 ff.

item 02:–

An eye for an eye

You must show no pity: life for life, eye for eye, tooth for tooth, hand for hand, and foot for foot.
— Deuteronomy 19:21

Burn for burn, wound for wound, and stripe for stripe.
— Exodus 21:25

Just as he injured the other person, the same must be inflicted on him. Fracture for fracture, eye for eye, tooth for tooth.
— Leviticus 24:20


Copy & Paste, ha ha ha.

The advert in situ
“I see, I saw, I was conquered.”
3,500 years ago, King Hammurabi of Babylon compiled a series of commands regarding the day-to-day life of the citizens of ancient Iraq at that time. These commands, which dealt with topics from divorce to contracts to murder, were preserved on a diorite stela, binding future Babylonian kings to Hammurabi’s new code of law. this stone (shown below video) is on show in Paris at the Louvre Museum. And guess what? One of the 282 laws did say: an eye for an eye and The Life of Pi.


Love ain’t for the meek and that I’ll state to be a Category One CLASS FACT.

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‘Accusa segreta,’ by Francesco Hayez (1847).
Her (my) eyes say Everything
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She’ll (I’ll) not be dissuaded; the damage done’s way too deep; vengeance hasn’t a conscience: mark my words Mr Sunshine, “This lady’s not for turning”

Author: Anna Bidoonism

You'll find poems, prose & literary analysis on my blog -- this is who I am.

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