{"id":1076,"date":"2015-10-05T14:27:21","date_gmt":"2015-10-05T14:27:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/todaysmartyrs.org\/?page_id=1076"},"modified":"2019-06-10T04:57:31","modified_gmt":"2019-06-10T04:57:31","slug":"meditations-the-wormwood-star","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/todaysmartyrs.org\/index.php\/meditations-the-wormwood-star\/","title":{"rendered":"Meditations &#8211; The Wormwood Star"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><strong><em>Do horses run on rocks? Does one plough the sea with oxen? But you have turned justice into poison and the fruit of righteousness into wormwood<\/em> &#8211; Amos 6:12<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>A \u201chyper-selfish cat\u201d listens to the confession of an old man. He remembers his past as \u201ca train of rooms\u201d and expresses \u201ccertainty I have experienced miraculous narrow escapes for which I vowed to God my gratitude\u201d.<\/p>\n<p>So begins <strong><em>The Wormwood Star<\/em><\/strong>, a poem by Czeslaw Milosz.<\/p>\n<p>The finale of <strong><em>The Wormwood Star<\/em> <\/strong>has been used in some Christian literature as a malevolent hint of the anti-Christian delusion of total control, due to its use of the language of totalitarianism and its invocation of the greatest of the Roman persecutors. So the reader might know something of it, but what does the full poem say, and who was Czeslaw Milosz?<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"alignleft wp-image-1571\" src=\"https:\/\/todaysmartyrs.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/10\/Czes\u0142aw_Mi\u0142osz_2011Lt_detail.jpg\" alt=\"Czes\u0142aw_Mi\u0142osz_2011(Lt,_detail)\" width=\"116\" height=\"163\" srcset=\"https:\/\/todaysmartyrs.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/10\/Czes\u0142aw_Mi\u0142osz_2011Lt_detail.jpg 330w, https:\/\/todaysmartyrs.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/10\/Czes\u0142aw_Mi\u0142osz_2011Lt_detail-213x300.jpg 213w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 116px) 100vw, 116px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>It turns out that Czeslaw Milosz was an interesting man indeed. He is probably the only person to be awarded a Nobel Prize (in Literature) and to be declared Righteous Among the Nations for having rescued Jews during the Second World War. Originally repelled by the anti-Semitism of prewar Polish right-wing politics and attracted to atheism as a youth, he defected from the postwar Polish Communist government. His book <a href=\"https:\/\/openlibrary.org\/books\/OL26160416M\/The_Captive_Mind\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><strong><em>The Captive Mind<\/em> <\/strong><\/a>became a staple of anti-totalitarian literature; in it he wrote a comment that is a clear reinforcement of the wisdom of the-salt-of-the-earth view of Jesus: \u201cMy own decision [to defect] proceeded, not from the functioning of the reasoning mind, but from the stomach\u201d &#8211; he concluded the intellect can rationalize anything, but the\u00a0moral sense\u00a0can take only so much before it revolts. He later returned to the Church and died a Christian. His writings should be more widely known, and this essay is meant in part\u00a0to encourage anyone so interested to seek them out.<\/p>\n<p><strong><em>The Wormwood Star<\/em> <\/strong>retraces the life of a man in the\u00a0Twentieth Century:<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">When Thomas brought news that the<br \/>\nhouse I was born in no longer exists,<br \/>\nNeither the lane nor the park sloping to<br \/>\nthe river, nothing,<br \/>\nI had a dream of return. Multicolored.<br \/>\nJoyous. I was able to fly.<br \/>\nAnd the trees were even higher than in<br \/>\nchildhood, because they had been<br \/>\ngrowing during all the years since they had been cut down.<\/p>\n<p>His first memories are that of a First World War army field hospital near his home, from which come &#8220;screams&#8221; and &#8220;blasphemies&#8221;. At some point \u2013 which is not clear, but certainly while he was young\u00a0&#8211; he becomes aware of the Powers that care nothing for human suffering. He is then an older child in a patriotic youth group, being served cocoa, then a young adult with a stronger drink. He begins to lose faith, as other young people around him do, perhaps because they do. But he also comes to see the harm done by those who abandon faith:<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">Northern sunset, beyond the lake a song of harvesters.<br \/>\nThey move about, tiny, binding the last sheaves.<br \/>\nWho has the right to imagine how they return to the village,<br \/>\nAnd sit down by the fire and cook and cut their bread?<br \/>\nOr how their fathers lived in huts without chimneys,<br \/>\nWhen every roof would smoke as if on fire?&#8230;<br \/>\nAnd who has the right to guess how the sun will set in the future<br \/>\nOver a prison train or the sleep of rigs on building sites,<br \/>\nTo make himself a god who looks through their windows<br \/>\nAnd shakes his head and walks off full of pity because he knows so much?<\/p>\n<p>At the end the free verse is abandoned, and the anti-Christian delusion is imposed with a regimented meter that has all of the force of the roll of militaristic snare drums:<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">In a night train\u2026a young man, my ancient self, incomprehensi-<br \/>\nbly identical with me\u2026wakes up, rubs his eyes, and above<br \/>\nthe tossed-back scarecrows of the pines he sees a dark blue<br \/>\nexpanse in which, low on the horizon, one blood-red star is<br \/>\nglowing.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 120px;\">The Wormwood Star<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 60px;\">Under the Wormwood star bitter rivers flowed.<br \/>\nMan in the fields gathered bitter bread.<br \/>\nNo sign of the divine care shone in the heavens.<br \/>\nThe century wanted homage from the dead.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 60px;\">They traced their origin to the dinosaur<br \/>\nAnd took their deftness from the lemur\u2019s paw.<br \/>\nAbove the cities of their thinking lichen,<br \/>\nFlights of pterodactyls proclaimed the law.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 60px;\">They tied the hands of man with barbed wire.<br \/>\nAnd dug shallow graves at the edge of the wood.<br \/>\nThere would be no truth in his last testament.<br \/>\nThey wanted him anonymous for good.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 60px;\">The planetary empire was at hand.<br \/>\nThey said what was speech and what was listening.<br \/>\nThe ash had hardly cooled after the great fire<br \/>\nWhen Diocletian\u2019s Rome again stood glistening.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Do horses run on rocks? Does one plough the sea with oxen? But you have turned justice into poison and the fruit of righteousness into wormwood &#8211; Amos 6:12 A \u201chyper-selfish cat\u201d listens to the confession of an old man. He remembers his past as \u201ca train of rooms\u201d and expresses \u201ccertainty I have experienced [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/todaysmartyrs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1076"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/todaysmartyrs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/todaysmartyrs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/todaysmartyrs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/todaysmartyrs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1076"}],"version-history":[{"count":37,"href":"https:\/\/todaysmartyrs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1076\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3776,"href":"https:\/\/todaysmartyrs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1076\/revisions\/3776"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/todaysmartyrs.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1076"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}