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This series of articles is an attempt to play through The Canon of videogames: your Metroids, your Marios, your Zeldas, your Pokemons, that kind of thing.
Except I'm not playing the original games. Instead, I'm playing only remakes, remixes, and weird fan projects. This is the canon of games as seen through the eyes of fans, and I'm going to treat fan games as what they are: legitimate works of art in their own right that deserve our analysis and respect.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
The Sparkle of the Icons of the Lord
Here is the transcription:
I once was a poor girl from a poor family, and we made our home in Constantinopolis, and my father and mother worked hard for the Glory of the Lord and for our food. I worked with them and prayed to God that misfortune should not take the blessing of my three siblings or my parents away from us, that we might continue to serve our Lord on this earth. I went to the basilica and saw the golden images of the Theotokos1 and Christ, I saw them built again in defiance of the image breakers2, and I saw the glory of God erected in light upon the walls, as though in a crystal. I was filled with the grace of God.
And then the Emperor was called back to the side of the Lord and the streets were filled with riotous fury as the successors rallied their sides. And in the chaos I lost my family, my mother, my father, my sisters, my brother. I walked through the burning streets of the city of God. For a day and a night I walked through the city of God, until it was morning once more. And there, in the road, I beheld a man, enshrouded all in hood and cloak of black.
He spoke to me: "Fear Not", and drew back his hood. And in the light of dawn his skin shone like an icon, and I knew that he was a Messenger of God.3 He gestured for me to follow, and I followed him back to a hermit's dwelling far outside the city of god. There, he named me chosen of God and led me in prayer. Our flesh became one flesh, our bone one bone. At the height of our ecstacy he pierced my throat with his teeth. He told me that my blood was holy blood, that my blood smelled of myrrh. He drank my blood as sacrament, as the blood of Christ, and took my body as the body of Christ. I was lost and fearful and believed in his splendor. I believed him and committed this sacrilege, and my body underwent awful transfiguration, and I was damned.
In the morning of the next day, he arose, sated, having given me his blood after drinking of mine, and he laughed at my nakedness and cast me out into the world, and I saw that my flesh was like unto the Angel's flesh, and like unto the icons of the Lord. And I wept and I hid from the sun out of fear.
And now a long century has passed and I behold the Emperor in his gold robes, and I see that his face is pale and his teeth are long, and I tremble, for here, in the City of God, rebellious Angels prey on the weak.
And I am so very thirsty.
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1The Mother of God, literally--the Virgin Mary, mother of Jesus Christ. Byzantine icon art is noted for its scintillating reflective properties, a sparkling quality attained by the overlaying of glass onto gold.
2Iconoclasts, who believed the worship of icons to be akin to Idolatry.
3A rather literal term for "Angel". Note that biblically angels tend to announce their presence with the same phrase here: Fear Not.