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This 15th century illustration of the destruction of Sodom is going to end me.
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Lot's wife is just vibing.
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abellinthecupboard · 10 months
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Lot’s Wife
They say I looked back out of curiosity. But I could have had other reasons. I looked back mourning my silver bowl. Carelessly, while tying my sandal strap. So I wouldn't have to keep staring at the righteous nape of my husband Lot's neck. From the sudden conviction that if I dropped dead he wouldn't so much as hesitate. From the disobedience of the meek. Checking for pursuers. Struck by the silence, hoping God had changed his mind. Our two daughters were already vanishing over the hilltop. I felt age within me. Distance. The futility of wandering. Torpor. I looked back setting my bundle down. I looked back not knowing where to set my foot. Serpents appeared on my path, spiders, field mice, baby vultures. They were neither good nor evil now--every living thing was simply creeping or hopping along in the mass panic. I looked back in desolation. In shame because we had stolen away. Wanting to cry out, to go home. Or only when a sudden gust of wind unbound my hair and lifted up my robe. It seemed to me that they were watching from the walls of Sodom and bursting into thunderous laughter again and again. I looked back in anger. To savor their terrible fate. I looked back for all the reasons given above. I looked back involuntarily. It was only a rock that turned underfoot, growling at me. It was a sudden crack that stopped me in my tracks. A hamster on its hind paws tottered on the edge. It was then we both glanced back. No, no. I ran on, I crept, I flew upward until darkness fell from the heavens and with it scorching gravel and dead birds. I couldn't breathe and spun around and around. Anyone who saw me must have thought I was dancing. It's not inconceivable that my eyes were open. It's possible I fell facing the city.
— Wisława Szymborska, transl. Clare Cavanagh & Stanisław Barańczak
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contremineur · 2 months
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Sometime soon after the embers cooled, after dust clouds settled, after the last strings of smoke, hoisted by desert breezes, cleared the air, they must have come, people of those three cities remaining, to pick among the charred bones, the rubble of what was once temple and house, stable and brothel; to kick at stones; to tug at handles of buckets, blades of shovels and spades. Later, raising ash plumes in the scorched plain, cloths at their mouths and noses, eyes burning, neither fearful nor repentant but full of wonder, full of the scavenger's overabundant hope, they would have found her—even as now some men encounter the woman of their dreams (beauty of the movie screen, princess they capture with a camera's flash, girl whose finger brushes theirs when she takes their card at the market register)— found her, that is, not as the person she was but as whom they needed her to be, and, man or woman, each of them would have wanted a piece of her. Standing in that wasted landscape, she must have seemed a statue erected there as a tribute to human frailty, white, crystallized, her head turned back as if in longing to be the girl she had been in the city she had known. And they must have stood there, as we do, a bit awestruck, taking her in for a time, and then, with chisel and knife, spike and buckle, chipped at her violently and stuffed their leathern pouches full of her common salt, salt with which to season for a while their meat, their daily bread.
Gary J. Whitehead, Lot's wife
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Albrecht Dürer, Lot and his daughters (oil on panel, 1496/9)
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nsfwbible · 10 months
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Lot's wife (2023)
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youngmissmaple · 3 months
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crying over sodom and gamorrah and lot's wife tonight
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decadentcolour · 1 year
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What Lot's Wife Would Have Said (If She Wasn't a Pillar of Salt)"
- Karen Finneyfrock
Do you remember when we met
in Gomorrah? When you were still beardless,
and I would oil my hair in the lamp light before seeing
you, when we were young, and blushed with youth
like bruised fruit. Did we care then
what our neighbors did
in the dark?
When our first daughter was born
on the River Jordan, when our second
cracked her pink head from my body
like a promise, did we worry
what our friends might be
doing with their tongues?
What new crevices they found
to lick love into or strange flesh
to push pleasure from, when we
called them Sodomites then,
all we meant by it
was neighbor.
When the angels told us to run
from the city, I went with you,
but even the angels knew
that women always look back.
Let me describe for you, Lot,
what your city looked like burning
since you never turned around to see it.
Sulfur ran its sticky fingers over the skin
of our countrymen. It smelled like burning hair
and rancid eggs. I watched as our friends pulled
chunks of brimstone from their faces. Is any form
of loving this indecent?
Cover your eyes tight,
husband, until you see stars, convince
yourself you are looking at Heaven.
Because any man weak enough to hide his eyes while his neighbors
are punished for the way they love deserves a vengeful god.
I would say these things to you now, Lot,
but an ocean has dried itself on my tongue.
So instead I will stand here, while my body blows itself
grain by grain back over the Land of Canaan.
I will stand here
and I will watch you
run.
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1solone · 1 year
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And Lot’s wife, of course, was told not to look back where all those people and their homes had been. But she did look back, and I love her for that, because it was so human.
So, she was turned into a pillar of salt. So it goes.
People aren’t supposed to look back. I’m certainly not going to do it anymore.
Who will weep for this woman?
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Isn't her death the least significant?
But my heart will never forget the one
Who gave her life for a single glance.
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zagan-akerman · 7 months
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Inktober Día 05 - La esposa de Lot
Entonces el Señor hizo que cayera del cielo una lluvia de fuego y azufre sobre Sodoma y Gomorra. Así destruyó a esas ciudades y a todos sus habitantes, junto con toda la llanura y la vegetación del suelo. Pero la esposa de Lot miró hacia atrás, y se quedó convertida en estatua de sal.
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realhankmccoy · 2 months
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你们当记得罗得的妻子!
Remember what happened to Lot's wife! — Luke 17:32 | 中文标准译本 Chinese Standard Bible Simplified (CSB Simplified) and New Living Translation (NLT) 现代标点和合本 (CUVMP Simplified) ©2011 Global Bible Initiative and New Living Translation, copyright © 1996, 2004, 2015 by Tyndale House Foundation. All rights reserved. Cross References: Genesis 19:26; Luke 17:33
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ngl, I'm beginning to take issue with how in conversations about anti-intellectualism almost automatically, the face of girls and women will be slapped on the problem.
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glowsticcc · 14 days
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his name is philza minecraft and he is quite sad!
he is married to a skeleton and that is interesting!
both his kids! are a-sleep!
he’s so lonely! he’s so lonely!
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scribbles-ink · 15 days
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quick doodle
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theygender · 2 years
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The more I learn about judaism the more I wonder where tf christianity got all its bad shit. Why is divorce a sin in christianity when judaism has recognized the right to divorce for nearly a millennia and has codified religious laws for it. Why does christianity consider sex to be dirty (to the point where puritans considered it a sin to enjoy having sex with your own spouse) when in judaism it's considered holy and it's a literal mitzvah to have sex with your spouse on the sabbath. Why does christianity consider it a sign that you're faithless if you question your religion when in judaism that's considered an essential part to developing your faith. I'm probably stating the obvious here but I still can't get over the fact that there's no historical basis to any of this shit before christianity started, it's like christians just said "hey guys what if we took the torah and built a new religion around it but this time it was actively hostile to human life"
#rambling#disclaimer this isnt about individual christians im speaking about the religious trauma i experienced in my own life etc etc#these are just a few examples that I've noticed but they're definitely something#the part about sex in particular shocked me bc sex is pretty much viewed as actively evil in a lot of christian denominations#like you should only do it to create children and if you take pleasure in it (even if its with your own spouse) youre a dirty sinner#there arent as many examples like this nowadays but if you read puritan laws about sex it's like#you're allowed to have sex with your wife basically 10 times a year but you have to be fully clothed with the lights off#and you cant have sex on a holiday or a sunday and you cant touch each other and you have to try as hard as possible to hate it#literally WHERE did that mindset come from?? like for real#in judaism having sex with your spouse is basically considered a celebration of everything holy#and if you have sex on the sabbath (the holiest day in the jewish calendar—above every holiday)#its considered TWICE as holy#make it make sense#this is one of the things people mean when they say that lumping judaism in with christianity as 'abrahamic' religions is meaningless#theyre literally nothing alike#the only similarity is the torah but thats only half of the christian bible and one third of the jewish one#AND christianity interprets most of it completely differently from how judaism does#im tired#greatest hits#hall of fame
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soracities · 9 months
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Does it matter why Lot's wife looked back? She looked back because she loved her daughters. She looked back because she loved her home. She looked back because she loved the past. She looked back because she loved the world. Remember Lot’s wife: it's intended as a warning, but I have adopted it as a creed. When the world burns, I will fill my eyes with as much of it as I possibly can. I can think of no greater honor than to remain on the earth. You are worth turning around for. You are worth transformation. You are the heat that lights the match that lights the hearth that warms me. You are everything.
Amelia K., “I: Vision - Eurydice, Mangan’s Sister, & Lot’s Wife”
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ventique18 · 2 months
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Surprise kisses
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