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By
Chris Wright
Preface
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characteristically superficial, language-obsessed, caviling
intellectual who misses the point; Jim is a stupid, fanatical,
sinning, money-hungry priest/pastor/preacher/whatever. None of
them is of help to someone in need. When Joe talks, however, we
already begin to see one of the main, non-satirical themes of the
piece, namely that suffering can ennoble. Through suffering we
can achieve greater insight, can grow as individuals and become
wiser. Compared to his shallow interlocutors, Joe starts to seem
deeper and more profound, because of his suffering. As the story
continues, Joe slowly rises to greater heights of wisdom as
everyone he interacts with remains one-dimensional and idiotic.
Thus, one of the purposes of the work is to answer Job’s
original question—Why do good people suffer?—by illustrating
the value of suffering (at least some suffering, not all). This theme
is inspired, in part, by Nietzsche, who insisted on the importance
of suffering—as have many other poets, artists, and philosophers.
At this point a Muslim suicide-bomber, recognizing the
powerful capitalist Joe, comes over to kill him and his friends. He
succeeds only in killing himself, though. Attracted by the bomb’s
explosion, Dan the lawyer approaches and offers his services in
case they’re needed, speaking in hideous legalese. After a silly but
characteristic conversation between Dan and Joe’s three “friends,”
Joe gives a long, despairing speech that articulates the “All is
vanity!” viewpoint of Ecclesiastes. That is to say, Joe’s
consciousness has by now risen to the level of existentialism—
which is on a relatively high plane, but is still far from true
wisdom.
Next we see Joe’s moronic daughter Jen, who selfishly wants
him to give her money despite his obvious poverty; and then
comes her boyfriend, who is blinded by his love for her. He
symbolizes the Poet, the idealist, the lover lost in dreams of
romance and such. Because of my fondness for this “type,” I make
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him the most sympathetic character we’ve come across so far;
nevertheless, he too is, in his own way, ridiculous. And yet he is
important to Joe’s further development, serving as the catalyst for
Joe’s decisive advance to an affirmative stance toward existence,
which is on a higher plane than his previous negative stances.
(Again, shades of Nietzsche.) Before that happens, though, we
encounter Dud, whom I had to include in this satire because of his
ubiquity in our society, and then Meg the activist, who denounces
Joe—to a crowd that has congregated around the site—for his
crimes and his greed. While I sympathize completely with left-
wing activists, I can’t help satirizing some of their excesses in the
character of Meg. She whips the mob into a state of bloodthirsty
rage, and they approach Joe menacingly.
It is at this point that we finally see a genuinely transformed
Joe, who speaks to the crowd in a spirit of compassion, repentance,
and love. I have to admit that this transformation gave me a lot of
trouble. I couldn’t figure out how to motivate his change from
despair and negativity to love and positivity. Finally, as I said, I
decided that the only way was to use Rob the poet/lover as the
catalyst. The point is that Rob’s pure, idealistic love for someone
whom Joe well knows is very flawed, namely his daughter Jen,
shames Joe out of his self-pity and his navel-gazing. Rob inspires
him; and since his consciousness has already risen to a relatively
universal (rather than particular and selfish) stance in its former
existentialism, it is not impossible for Joe to make the leap to a
universal love/compassion.
I don’t know if this explanation really works. But it must be
remembered that this satire is like the original on which it’s based
in being allegorical, not realistic. Much of the plot and dialogue is,
of course, artificial and not character-driven; actually, if anything,
the characters are more clearly defined and three-dimensional in
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the satire than in the book of Job. But it remains the case that at a
couple of points, Joe’s development is insufficiently motivated.
The philosophy that Joe espouses now is an ancient idealism,
basically the philosophy of Buddhism and Taoism. It is, in a sense,
a deeper wisdom than existentialism. But it’s still not the pinnacle
of wisdom or of social understanding; there is one final step Joe
has to make: he has to curse Mammon, who is the cause of so
much senseless suffering in the world. How does he reach this
point? By the entrance of Rod the soldier. Rod denounces Joe’s
compassion-preaching, complaining that it’s unpatriotic and un-
American, declaring instead that war is glorious, nationalism and
imperialism are glorious. After hearing Rod talk, Joe realizes his
mistake: it’s necessary to fight the social causes of such ignorance,
the causes of misery and oppression, not merely take solace in an
exalted idealism. Struggle, struggle against oppression and
exploitation, is the highest form of love, the highest affirmation. In
essence, he embraces and elaborates on the Marxian point of view,
which is the peak of wisdom; and at last he explicitly curses the
worship of money, thus completing his transition from capitalist to
fully human being. Mammon has lost the bet; Justitia has won.
But now comes the climax of the story: Mammon thunders to
Joe from out of the whirlwind that he is nothing, a puny human, a
grain of sand, while Mammon himself—the love of money and
power—is everything. And he continues thundering, depicting his
omnipotence and the correlative worthlessness of humanity
(which, of course, is a (half-sincere) moral judgment that the
author is making—precisely because of the widespread worship of
money), until Joe cowers and retracts his curse. He foreswears all
the wisdom he has acquired and submits to the truth that humans
are contemptible, that the will to own and possess is ubiquitous
and all-powerful. This mollifies Mammon, who consequently
restores all of Joe’s former possessions and power. And so the
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story ends on the same note as the book of Job, but with a very
different message.
You can make of the ending what you will. It had to end that
way if it was to end, as it began, on a satirical note. Maybe I do
think the human species is rather pathetic; but it is also a grand and
splendid species that has the moral awareness to denounce
selfishness and greed. The choice is ours.
The piece is full of little references, wordplays, hidden
meanings, etc., some of which are more successful than others. For
instance, in the first sentence I say that Joe lives in the “land of
Uzi,” a reference both to the biblical “Uz” where Job is from and
to the submachine gun, which is supposed to be symbolic of
America’s (and Israel’s—where the Uzi originated) violence and
gun-worship. Maybe such word-games, with which the satire is
replete, are in some cases over-subtle or overly “clever.” That’s for
the reader to decide. And maybe I went overboard with the random
literary references too (some of which I’ve mentioned in
footnotes). I thought that making such references might help give
the work a broadly “synthetic” quality, as if it’s summing up a
whole culture or drawing lots of threads together.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this odd little literary experiment…
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I
There was a man in the land of But when they invited him to
Uzi, whose name was Joe; and in feasts, Joe would do his fatherly
his own eyes this man was duty and gorge himself on food
perfect and upright, and one that and wine, and personify his
held Mammon in awe, and epicurean ideal; for he had a taste
eschewed Justitia. for debauchery and gluttony and
other refined pleasures.
And there were born unto him
seventeen sons and thirteen And it was so, in the midst of
daughters, for his ex-wives and such revels, his mind made
ex-concubines had been fruitful selfless through drink, that Joe
and multiplied copiously. sank to the ground and prostrated
himself before Almighty
His substance also was ten Mammon, and offered prayers
billion dollars, and three unto Him according to the
mansions, and a thousand number of his children;
employees, and a sprawling
search-engine website, and great For Joe said, It may be that my
political clout; so that this man sons have sinned, and renounced
was among the greatest of the Mammon in their hearts, and
children of the West. embraced charity or socialism, or
become spendthrifts scornful of
And though he was unable to the Protestant ethic.
attend his children’s birthdays or
to remember their names, being a Thus thought Joe continually,
pious lover of work whose mind when not contemplating the
was uncluttered with soft stock market and price-
sentiments, he sent them greeting fluctuations and hostile takeovers
cards on occasion. and the prospects of his wealth.
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hand. So Justitia went forth from
¶ Now there was a day when the the presence of God.
sons of God (whose name is
Mammon) came to present Now Justitia, unbeknownst to
themselves before him, and Mammon, had her own reason
Justitia came also among them. for heaping misfortune on Joe’s
unsuspecting head, to wit, her
And Mammon said, Whence duty to punish iniquity and
comest thou? And Justitia avenge injury.
answered, From walking to and
fro in the earth, amongst men and For Joe was guilty not merely of
their follies. gluttony, greed, lust, vanity,
pride, and hypocrisy, but also of
And Mammon said unto Justitia, theft from company funds,
Hast thou considered my servant insider trading, bribery, and
Joe, a perfect and upright man, callousness to human suffering.
who feareth God and escheweth
inefficiency? Often had he beheld with an
unseeing eye the travails of the
And Justitia answered, It is not wretched of the earth; he had not
for nought that he feareth God: stretched forth his opulent hand
thou hast blessed him with bedecked with diamond rings to
wealth and power and whores give so much as a nickel to a
galore. Withdraw thy favor from beggar; neither had he scrupled
him and he will curse thee to thy to destroy his hirelings’ lives by
face. depriving them of their
livelihood.
And Mammon said, Behold, all
that he hath is in thy power. Only True it is that Mammon knew of
upon himself put not forth thy this; but he saw not the need for
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vengeance, as Joe’s sins, named Well knew Justitia that justice
such by Justitia, were named was often aborted in such cases;
rather virtues by Mammon, but Mammon bound her not to
consistent with his teachings. tamper with the law, its current
state being friendly to his world
Thus he had surpassing love for dominion;
Joe, exceeding that for all his
other creatures, and would not and when she assayed to defy
harm him, unless it were to him, the wrath of Heaven was
appease his own vanity (as in this upon her.
case).
Thus, had she set in motion the
And so it was that Justitia gears of legal machinery to grind
gathered the reins of retribution Joe into poverty and disrepute,
in her own hands and whipped her designs would have been
them upon the crown of Joe’s frustrated by involute legal
bald head. machinations.
And the fire of heaven fell upon And to expiate their own sins
them, and consumed them in a they have forsworn Mammon,
blast that shook the foundations and deemed him a foul pollutant
and collapsed the pillars of thy of civilization;
corporation’s home;
And, repentant, they have set
And I bethought me to have seen forth on a life of charity and
Arabs across the street, gazing devotion to the principles of
with sinister mirth on the compassion and lovingkindness.
wreckage of thy life and thine
employees’; peradventure they Then Joe arose, and rent the
were Al Qaeda terrorists; and I robes of his messengers, and
only am escaped alone to tell flailed his fists on the oaken table
thee. before him, and fell down upon
the ground, unsteady from the
While he was yet speaking, there wine:
came also another, and said, The
price of thy company’s shares And he said, Naked came I out of
hath plummeted, and thy wealth my lover’s loins, and naked shall
hath dissolved like the fabric of a I return thither: God loveth not
vision, and thy days as a him whose knees buckle beneath
prosperous plutocrat are adversity, who embraceth an
numbered. insincere apostasy or letteth
hardship slay his spirit;
While he was yet speaking, there
came also another, and said, Thy
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Fortune smileth not on him who And Justitia came also among
forsaketh his principles under the them to present herself before
burden of appalling vicissitudes; Mammon.
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So Justitia went forth from the And the market is a vengeful
presence of Mammon, and smote god: if treated not with respect, it
Joe’s mansions with fire from the will repudiate erstwhile bonds.
vaults of Al Qaeda, and smote
his bank accounts with the I must have offended it; only that
malign deeds of computer can explain my present ills.
hackers, and smote his body with
venereal diseases; Yet Joe’s acts belied his feigned
equanimity, for his wailings
and his privy member she smote persisted through the night: and
with prolonged flaccidity. he supplicated to Mammon, that
He might restore the vigor to his
Her fell designs prospered: Joe’s privy member.
hopes were slain, his spirit
crippled; he bewailed shrilly his His myriad wenches forsook
loss of manly prowess. him; the media thronged about
him; and his friends scorned him.
And his wife took offense at the
noise, and said, Thou hast never Three alone remained loyal,
had integrity; thou hast thyself whom he had known from
reaped this evil, polluting the childhood. When they heard of
land with thy whoredoms; all the evil that was come upon
wherefore cease thy ululations. him, they came from their homes
to mourn with him: Jim the
Whereupon Joe answered, Thou Politician, and Bob the
sayest what thou knowest not. Academic, and Jon the Preacher.
The market is a fickle god: today
it doles out privation, tomorrow They sat down among the ashes
pros-perity. with Joe as he wept.
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IV
After seven days and seven Verily, said Bob the Academic,
nights, wherein each friend thine analogies are not to thy
feared to speak lest he be blasted purpose: for in comparing our
by Joe’s anger, Jim the Politician nation to a star which reduceth
spake, and said, rivers to their beds, thou dost not
honor our nation;
Lo, Joe, we friends of thine have
sat upon the cinders of this And in drawing a parallel
hearth these seven days and between our republic and a
seven nights; demagogue, thou impugnst the
good intentions of our
Not a word have we spoken, government;—
respecting thy grief and thy right
to enjoy it in silence, despite the Jim! said Joe, Say thou thy point;
discomfort engendered by our and Bob, hold thy peace.
sitting upon cinders for a week.
Joe, said Jim, we have sat with
Yea, we have respected thy thee for seven days, and our
rights, as befitteth good citizens minds wax restless; our stomachs
of this our great republic, the rumble with hunger’s void; and
mightiest in the earth, which we weary of thine interminable
quelleth dissent as the lion’s sobs.
roaring quelleth the whelp’s
yelpings; Wherefore, tell us thy
complaints, that we might
As the sun’s rays drain the desert comfort thee, and thou mightst
of its rivers; as the demagogue take pity on us.
casteth a spear through the heart
of the free thinker;—
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So Joe recited the litany of his Let his petty wants strip him of
griefs. foresight, that he not see the
abyss in his way.
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Let the fool perish in whom the Let not his commerce with men
thought is born, I shall devote my prosper; neither let his assays of
life to the glory of Capital. women thrive.
Let that man’s rash faith in the Let him know the depths of
cash-nexus blind him; let it fuse stygian woe as he cowereth in his
scales to his eyes, so that his den of shame.
vision is clouded, his mind
murky, his life’s aspect overcast. For I was that man: I was that
fool; and for that have I been
Let his hopes be dashed against punished: and for that I curse
the rock of misfortune and myself.
shivered to pieces;
And lo, if I must suffer, then
Let them be broken and shattered must all men! It were unjust
upon collision with the iron otherwise. Wherefore I say, Let
dictates of the market. calamities befall the wealth-
mongerer, equal in number and
Let not his lust for lucre be greater in intensity than mine
slaked; neither let his greed for own!
power suffer con-summation; but
let his demon consume him. Let his children be fetters unto
him; let his wife persecute him
Let his obdurate will guide him hourly, and give him no peace;
to the brink of destruction;
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Let his creditors hound him, as ambrosial! Dearly I miss it. My
the lamb is hounded by the wolf; days are as years without it.
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Other nations are as jackals Thou shalt be as a sultan, with
scavenging our waste, or palaces greater in number than an
barnacles feeding from the emperor’s; with hirelings greater
whale; we alone govern the in servility than the American
world and the universe. masses; with harlots greater in
skill than Japan’s geishas!
And we abandon not our friends,
if they be powerful; so shall we Thou shalt be more than an
not abandon thee. internet mogul: thy works shall
reach across the earth, into the
Thy troubles have surely blinded jungles of Congo and the deserts
thee, for thou seest not these of Persia;
truths. If the Market doth not
right thy wrongs, then I shall: Thy real estate shall raze the
rainforests of the Amazon and
Yea, I shall write a bill to remedy tame the wildness of the Alps: it
thy poverty and subsidize thy shall dwarf the grandeur of the
recovery, like to the laws passed Pyramids!
in support of Terri Schiavo;
Then shalt thou turn thine eye to
(Oh, that their effect had been as the past, which is now the
intended, and her glorious life present, and survey thy recent
had been prolonged fifteen years trials, and remember the darkness
more!) of thy descent, so distant from
the brilliance of thy rebirth;
But this time, I promise thee, it
will achieve its object; even thy And thou shalt reflect that the
rehabilitation. sun riseth only after setting; that
the rainbow appeareth only after
the rain; that spring blossometh
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out of winter, and the young life forgotten me: I bring them no
is borne from the bloody womb; profit, and they bring me no
sympathy.
And thou shalt then give thanks
for thy fall into the valley of They shall submerse thy project
desolation. in the swamp of committees and
sub-committees and sub-
Lo, I shall bring all this to pass, subcommittees.
be it through bribery or extortion
or the granting of political favors Moreover, orators like thee speak
or the arranging of high-minded, with a golden tongue and act
productive compromises. with leaden limbs; I shall be dead
ere thy promise come to fruition.
I ask for nought in recompense
but thy sublime friendship, which (And lo, I doubt not but thy
giveth me pure joy. demanded guerdon will be in
excess of reason: I am no Midas,
(Howbeit, if I undertake thy though thou take me for one.)
salvation thou shalt contract
certain pecuniary obligations.) Nay, Mammon hath deserted me,
and thou hast the power of an
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Joe answered thus:
I am now but a worm burrowing
I thank thee, Jim, for thine in the dark of memory; the livid
unselfish devotion, but it availeth past haunteth me and maketh my
not. countenance as a ghost’s.
Yea, time’s pinions are swift. All Behold, I was no idle votarist of
my happiness was brief as a Mammon:4 I built shrines in His
zephyr, which caresseth the honor, wherein I prostrated
cheek and is gone. myself in prayer;
Alas, too late have I learned the Behold, Jehovah forged the
lesson of Timon of Athens: world in the smithy of His soul:6
Mammon is fickle, and friends ye are therefore made in His
are the same. image; yet ye are ungrateful.
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But the men looked at Dan The world loveth flatterers and
askance and were silent. sycophants, and the mob loveth
only itself.
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Joe’s head was bowed; he raised The good man is outcast; the
it sadly and spake thus: truthful is slandered; but the
charlatan is celebrated:
Ye are liars and knaves and
hypocrites; yet ye are self- For vain motives move men.
deemed gods, and your sayings Yea, vanity is the star which
are songs of self-worship. guideth man’s orbit:
He is both the fly and the mantid The world is a hateful farce, full
which consumeth it; for he of bombast and gesticulation,
prayeth as he partaketh in filth. acted by its spectators.
Howbeit, she is too old for me. Wouldst thou have me spurned
by all the hot boys? And by all
Upon seeing her father she the cool girls?
spake, and said, Dad, why dost
thou philosophize? Thou art, Thou art like so rich! Why so
like, not a philosopher. niggardly?! Give me some of thy
money!
I heard thee say something about
“medi-physics”; what is that? Is Quiet! said Joe. Hast thou not
it, like, some theory doctors eyes? Seest thou prosperity here?
have? Or seest thou not poverty?
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Seest thou not thy father reduced I hate thee!
with grief, that he is scarce a
man? XVII
A young man came forth from
Alas, thine eyes are fixed the car and approached the
steadfast on thyself. group.
Nay, said Jen, I am not selfish! I He took Jen’s hand in his, kissed
have like so many friends, and a her, and sang unto the men his
boyfriend, and he loveth me! Song of Songs:
Truly, thou art selfish: thou She is the mist that is dawn’s
sharest not thy money with thine sister, hanging betwixt two
own daughter! Like, what a
miser!
15 See Keats, Endymion, Book 1,
line 1.
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worlds: floating over earthly Her presence maketh the
tears and under pale infinity; mundane to wax mirage-like, as
a fog of heat distorteth desert air:
Lost in waning moon-cast
shadows and gauzy clouds of All that is unloved, unlovely, and
light. unlovable is melted out of mind,
and only iridescent shards of love
The shaded alcove sheltered by remain.
the silky myrtle is her home; the
mossy bank beside the What need of Cupid’s shafts
murmuring river is her bed; when one’s beloved hath eyes
that pierce the heart? What need
Ivy-tendrils and flower-canopies of artifices, base manipulations,
serve as her coverlets; and aphrodisiac contrivances, like
stridulating crickets sing her those employed by the
lullabye. Olympians?
(Tonight they shall eat spiders, I And when the game is over, thou
verily believe!) and I, Rob, can play “Grand
Theft Auto.” (I bought
We have already missed “The Playstation 3 yesterday.)
Simpsons,” but behold, it was a
rerun, thank God.
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Jen shook her head and laughed,
and said, Dud, thou art like the How pleasant would life then be!
epitome of like childishness.
Still, I am content to live upon
How is it possible thou art my the couch and drink beer, and
brother? idle away mine hours in
fantasies, as a poet.
Video games and TV are thy life!
Daily thou sittest on the sofa XIX
with thy tongue hanging from thy While he was thus speaking, a
mouth, and thine eyes as a dead congregation had come unto the
man’s. place where sat the four men,
even unto the rubble whereon
Nay! said Dud; video games are they sat.
tools of learning! They improve
hand-eye coor-dination! The sound of the Muslim’s death
had drawn them; as they beheld
And TV is interactive! It is like the blood and entrails, they were
unto a book: as poetry is to Rob, well-pleased and happy.
so TV is to me.
And Joe looked upon them and
It speaketh to me; it giveth me was silent, his face thoughtful; he
knowledge; it maketh me to forebore to speak, for that he was
think; and if it wax boring, I can thinking:
change the channel!
His brows were knitted closely,
Yea, it is a dream-world, wherein like to those of a man who
all women are beautiful, all life is knoweth not himself, and is in
thrilling, and all conflicts are doubt.
brief. Would that it were reality!
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The murmurings of the
congregation waxed louder; We thank Thee for the ruined
clamor rose for a speaker, whom house, which showeth Thou art
the rest might emulate: indeed mighty and merciful;
I shall sue you all, said he, for The congregation parted and a
disruption of the peace and for young woman walked forward:
harassment.
Her hair was short, her clothes
But they heard him not, for their torn, her face unsightly; but her
voices were raised in prayer to posture was proud.
the skies:
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Lord, we thank Thee for Thy I am Meg the Activist, she said,
bounty, and for the body Thou and I will give you the thing ye
hast given us draped in death’s ask for.
mantle;
For behold this man here: his
We thank Thee for its blood and name is Joe and he is wicked as
charred bones, and its severed the serpent.
head;
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(The people gasped.) Global warming is his fault
alone, and he hath caused it with
I know his works, for they have malice aforethought.
oppressed me; I know his evil,
for it is plain on his face; Moreover, despite his wealth, he
hath not tried to stop the spread
And I loathe him, for he hath of diseases like AIDS, nor given
lived a life of venality. of himself in any way to charity.
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In short: we must expropriate sturdy on his feet despite his
him, who hath expropriated hunger.
mankind! Only then shall there
be peace on Earth. And his sudden height made the
crowd hesitate in its advance,
Man shall be brother to man, and bethinking itself whether its
woman wife to woman; and we righteousness outdid its fear.
shall make love, not war.
Yet Joe raised his hand in peace,
The innate goodness of man shall and looked upon the people in
flourish, as it did ere civilization gentleness; and his face was
was born. peaceful.
Wherefore let us tear this devil’s Good people, he said, noble and
limbs from him! kind; what Meg hath spoken is
true.
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The people knew not whereof In erstwhile days I was
she spoke, for her words were iniquitous, and rotten as a
long: howbeit, the sight of the disappearing corpse.
Muslim had filled them with
sanguinary lust; I was as a dead pharaoh
imprisoned in his bejeweled
And their wrath had been kindled sarcophagus.
against Joe, wherefore they
approached him menacingly. I knew not joys in life but that
they were dreams of pyramids;
He stood up: yea, he stood for and I cared not whereon my
the first time in seven days, pyramids were built, nor what
they destroyed.
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are forgiven; and all I see is
Neither saw I beauty in the earth: beauty.
for I trusted nothing and
mistrusted all, and yet beauty is Yea, and love! Even in the brows
trust. of the angry, and the eyes of the
wicked—I see inner love:
Yea, and trust beauty, for it hath
not the ugliness of deceit. love like to the moon’s love for
Earth, and the lion’s love for her
Now I look around me and see cub, and the tulip’s love for the
beauty where once was bee.
suspicion, and light where once
was shadow; I see that I have lived in vain, for
not till now—yea, not till this
And though my regret runneth moment, forged in pain—do I
out mine eyes, and I am full of know what it meaneth to live.
regret, yet I begin to see peace.
And verily, I have thee to thank,
My friend is no more mine Rob! Thy love-song turned mine
adversary, my daughter no more eye from sorrow:
my shame: and my life is no
longer unlived. For in the weakness of despair,
and in the chaos of despair, I
I bethink me on my former clutched at the beauty of thy
enemies, whom once I wished words,
dead: but now I pray for their
prosperity. And I saw them addressed to my
daughter, and as I considered
My mind casteth a net of them they were a help to me.
forgiveness, and all whom I see
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I know well my daughter’s oceanic and fresh? He loves: he
weaknesses; I know her soul is knoweth truth.
shallow as the Caribbean shore,
nor hath its limpid beauty. For truth is compassion, and
cosmic suffering; and we are one
I know her mind is opaque, reft in compassion and suffering.
by pop culture of understanding;
We are one in truth; and if thou
Yet I see, Rob, thou lovest her rend the veil of Maya, thou shalt
not the less for that. Thou art see we are one. There is no two,
generous of thy love, as I was there is but one.
never generous of my wealth.
There is but vasty love and
Thou art even as a saint who cosmic pain—life and death,
loveth man in all his spottedness, river-running time, rest and
and hath compassion for all the restlessness, time cascading over
world below. pools of time.
And truly thou hast shamed me, And shimmering through the
as love must ever shame sick world are endless beads of time,
despair. death-engendering.
I say to me now, Look upon this Yet time doth hide the Dionysian
boy’s cloudless brow, serene like oneness which we are:20
the dawn; look at his full eyes,
placid like the dawn:
For only then shall life’s Being one with oneself, one with
vicissitudes affect us not. nature, not at war with one’s
fellows: such is the gospel I
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Lo, man’s table of values 23 is
corrupt, rotted through from And listen not to the music of
termites and maggots. your possessions, for it is
dissonant, and it maketh you
It supporteth not the weight of dissonant within yourselves.
the world’s banquet, but sinketh
and falleth under the weight. But listen to the melody of your
soul, and hearken to it: thus shall
Wherefore we need a new ye be at harmony with
carpenter, who shall build a new yourselves.
And when I stabbed those men in Yea, it was good, it was noble—
the battle of Fallujah, I saw the but most of all, it was
life pass from them with the exhilarating! I felt alive,
blood, spurting like the blood. surrounded by death!
Yea, there was chaos all around, Moreover, each man I slew knew
everywhere! And the noise was the wrath of the United States,
deafening, as if Armageddon had and felt the hammer-blow of
come! justice!
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Each severed head redounded to His highest good is a tepid love
the glory of our nation; each for all living creatures; but my
explosion proved its greatness. highest good is to follow orders:
Wherefore I echo the old truth, And that is the highest good of
Dulce et decorum est pro patria all patriots.
mori!25
It is ours not to make reply, nor
This man here, though, called to reason why; ours but to do and
Joe, is of a different mind. He die.26 For the true American doth
preacheth peace and love, not think for himself,
harmony and brotherly love!
But he knoweth by instinct that
He esteemeth not glory or America is glorious, and that to
country; he esteemeth only die and kill for what is glorious is
temperance, lovingkindness, and itself glorious!
other soft virtues—anti-
American traits! And he will gladly slay all
enemies of the state, first among
He is indeed a traitor: his words which is this philosopher Joe!
dilute the patriot’s ardor, and
corrode the foundations of the XXVI
state. But Joe answered and said,
Friends, this man’s speech hath
made plain to me mine errors.
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For he is locked in a stockade
and mocked. Injustice cannot remedy itself,
but its nature is to worsen with
Yea, he is handcuffed to the bars time and the centralization of
of bitter solitude, and mocked by power.
his peers.
Its reforms through the years
For righteousness hath not a have been cosmetic: behold the
home in capitalism. It is an state of Africa, South America,
anachronism, not only most of Asia, and the multitudes
superfluous but counter- within all lands.
productive.
They sweat and toil and bleed for
And democracy, too, like food, as their masters lay waste
righteousness, is dangerous, their lands; and “democracy”
unnecessary, and nearly im- availeth not.
possible: the people, the wage-
laborers, must have less power Wherefore we must overturn the
than the élite. system. We must change the
world, so that money is
¶ Behold, in capitalism the superfluous and greed hath no
multitudes toil in poverty and dominion,
hunger. For Capital is a cruel
taskmaster. And man is no longer lashed to
his possessions and broken
The West hath for centuries thereon, like a prisoner lashed to
enslaved the world and murdered the wheel.
its people for the sake of one
more dollar; and things do not We must, therefore, deliver
change. mankind from economic scarcity,
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which breedeth money and
greed, and war. And possessions shall no more
be as persons, and persons shall
Only material abundance can no more be possessions. But
deliver us from evil; only science people shall be free.
and reason can deliver us from
scarcity. XXVIII
Then Mammon answered Joe out
Not until the springs of of the whirlwind, and said,
cooperative wealth flow
abundantly 28 shall humanity Who is this that gainsaith greed
fulfill its destiny; through words with knowledge?
Not until society inscribeth on its Fondle now thy loins like an
banners, “From each according investor in the throes of
to his ability, to each according speculation; for I will depict the
to his needs!” shall there be power of Mammon.
peace on earth.
Where wast thou when I planted
For then money and the State empires across the earth? Truly,
shall wither away, and thou wert not a speck in nature’s
democracy shall flourish. eye.
Canst thou with thy breath plant I can alter hierarchies of nature,
railways, or grow cities? and can and make great what is small; I
thy breath level empires? can reverse the order of things,
and make order from chaos.
Hath love for thee alone made
men blast granite quarries, and Behold: in the beginning was
bridge Alaska with an oil scarcity, and hunger; and from
pipeline? those wretched seedlings I have
remade the world in mine image,
Did love-of-Joe create the St.
Lawrence Seaway, or impel the
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With the commodity as the world order” shall become a
foundation of society, and money second Atlantis.
as its pure form—the lubricant of
social intercourse. And then shall begin the reign of
war, of global war: and it shall be
And though thou thinkest history my finest hour!
is over, and my dominion at an
end: verily, it has hardly begun! I will make the earth my mirror:
anarchy and power-struggles
The past is not long, the future is shall be the naked law,
eternal; and my kingdom on
earth is in its infancy. And each man will guard his plot
of land as a tigress guardeth her
My highest glories await me: and young.
theirs shall rival the majesty of
all creation. Then from the rubble shall rise
another Rome, another Caesar,
XXIX and Huns, Goths, Gauls, Franks,
Lo, I shall shortly re-carve the Vandals;
face of the earth, and re-draw the
lines of the continents: And Charlemagnes, and
Tamburlaines, and Genghis
For my minions have polluted Khans, and Suleimans; and civil
the earth, and warmed its wars, and genocides, and
climate, which shall wreak slaveries, and holocausts.
revolution on man’s little
cosmos. And thinly veiled capitalisms,
and socialisms, and tribalisms,
Millions shall perish, as in and globalisms: all, all shall go
Noah’s flood; your beloved “new
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on, forever, until the sun He who walketh in my footsteps,
swalloweth the earth! with will and knowledge, shall
be as the mighty eagle, which
For I am the one god, the sole owns the heavens in its solitary
god men believe in: I, Mammon, grandeur.
the Eternal One—the Will to
Possess. And I ask for nought in return
but that he shun idols, be they
Thou wert indeed right, Joe: life named Compassion, Love,
is absurd, and history is absurd: it Generosity, or whatever.
hath no meaning but me.
Then the fate of mankind shall
Ye are blades of grass, ye not burden him; the deathless
humans, and I am the wind cycles of pain shall not oppress
which stirreth you; and I am the him: for he shall have bought his
foot which trampleth you; happiness.
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But thou, Joe, thou trafficker in American lifestyle, the miracles
pity, thou hast cursed me to my of technology that prop up
face, and transgressed against American power,
me.
And the inexorable whirlwind of
Flightless insect, thou hadst science which hath blasted every
temerity to mock my law, which nation in the world, shivering
is hoary as Hammurabi’s Code. every monolith of ignorance and
religious illusion,
My law is as durable as
Stonehenge; thinkest thou it can Subverting every authoritarian
be undone, or forgotten like the ideology, scattering abroad the
wind? roots of democracy, which sprout
as luxuriant weeds;
I make the earth tremble, and I
revise its lineaments; I hasten And the thought-patterns of
geological change. individualism and equality, so
cherished by you Americans,
I place my footprint on the dust with their progeny feminism,
of the moon, and plant a flag socialism, multiculturalism;—
therein; and my fingers reach
through the solar system. In short, everything people
esteem in the modern world:
I am as the black hole at the heart
of the Milky Way: for life It all hath its origin in the power
turneth around me, and I am the of the profit-motive, and of the
gravity of civilization. capitalist mode of production,
with its relentless expansion of
Moreover, all thy modern the productive forces.
comforts, thy sumptuous
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For, as capitalist enterprise And the movement for equality
spreadeth its dominion, the spilleth into sex- and race-
multitudes flock to cities, seeking relations; and religion waxeth
employment; ever more impotent
(notwithstanding fanatics), since
And since they inhabit slums it is superfluous to economic life;
together, they develop a class
consciousness and begin to fight And the world is created anew—
for equality; solely because men crave profit
and power.
And intellectual spokesmen
appear, both bourgeois and So thy mind, Joe, and thy body,
proletarian, who trumpet the and thy newfound species-
millennium: rights, universal conscience, and thy very being
rights, equality and liberty! hath grown in my fertile soil.
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Then Joe answered the Lord, and Men arise and pass away like
said, leaves, but greed and selfishness
have no end.
Ere now I did not know,
Mammon, thou wert an actual ¶ And it was so, that after Joe
being, like unto a god; but it had spoken these words, the Lord
surpriseth me not, for thy power said to Jim the Politician, Bob
is awesome. the Intellectual, and Jon the
Preacher,
I know that thou rivalest the sun
in thy power, especially in I have contempt for you, because
modern times, and that thy power ye have neither knowledge nor
passeth understanding. dignity;
If thou smite billions of people And while Joe, too, hath not
and destroy their lives, it is not dignity (for that he is a man), at
my place to question thee; least he hath knowledge.
But I should rather rejoice for the Therefore ye shall be the servants
few men upon whom thou of Joe the Capitalist, like all your
bestowest all thy gifts: for they brethren, and offer up your
have truly inherited the earth. minds to him.
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So Jim the Politician and Bob the So Joe died, being old and full of
Intellectual and Jon the Preacher vice.
did as Mammon commanded
them.
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