GENESIS

1 2 0 Y G E N E S I S B R U C E B O N D That was a time the sick took their gospels, the priceless ones, and dipped them in water, which in turn they drank as an elixir, and why not. There was a god after all in the text of things, and in these scenes of saints who knelt beside their canticles, in the bits of scripture that bled a little. People clung to every stitch back then, to the pine soot, lampblack, animal tar, the vellum cut from the meat they slaughtered. Can you blame the hopeful if they o√ered a portion of their prayer to prayer. Here, they said, and the songs they opened opened them, bright and hungry, to take them in. ...