Ezekiel, touched forever by visions of griffins and woe, shouts, “Repent, whores, you who pay your lovers! Woe!”   He prefers a diet of beans and lentils, millet and fitches, barley cakes baked over cow’s dung, the smell of woe.   He scatters his hair to the winds. He burns it in protest. Lamentation upon […]

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