"Lestat WANTS TO BE A SAINT?!?"
November 1, 2003

So I have Rice's new Blood Canticle, I have it, and I've read through to where the vampire Mona gets her first meal. The 'evil doers' have been dispatched, Lestat-style, in a fiery blaze, and their last innocent victims will be saved.

Lestat 'wants to be a saint'. I don't know what to make of all this Pope kissing. He visited the Pope and admired his 'selflessness'. Gag. What's a 'reprobate' like me to make of all this? What will the other 'reprobates' who read her books think of it? I don't know.

I like the picture of Rice on the fly leaf. The photographer caught her deep eyes and the myriad of worlds in them. There's sadness in those eyes, a great depth of it. Perhaps it is SHE who wants to be a saint.

I, who want to be famous, what do I want to be famous FOR? I hope I leave behind some sparkling words and images of truth and beauty. I hope to put a mirror to humankind's face, that they may look and find themselves beautiful. Maybe by some people's standards, I, too, 'want to be a saint'.

Oh, but not in any Christian sense of 'denying the flesh', 'denying the ego', and all that. Who wants a God one has to be afraid of? All that judgment and vengence. And is Rice seeking, via Lestat, some favor from this vengeful one for herself? Yet some say he is not all that vengeful.

But I say let them have those images, I will play with my archetypes like a child plays with dolls and think of the REAL MYSTERY and POWER behind them. That's where the real fascination lies. Everything else is just a doll-image of the Real Mystery. And yet, it's the best we humans can do.

And it's not too bad at that, as long as we don't take the doll-images too seriously and mistake THEM for the real Essences. And we must not forget that we, too, are the real Essences. That's what I've been trying to say with the exaltation of ourselves to Godhood.

I'm meandering here. All sorts of meander and is it worthwhile? I moved my 'Markings' archives onto a page of its own. I don't want to bombard the reader with so much all on the main index page. Maybe I can strain out a few refinements for you. I'm trying to do that with the Present Pantheon, but that, too, is just fragments of different moments in time, in the collective Xeper.

So I will give that book a chance. Maybe Lestat wears Rice's uncertainity and ambitions. That's all part of HER life's journey. I would like for it all not to have such sorrow in the mix.

But I am young, young soul at least, and I have my innocence still. I am greedy thirsty, but I have my innocence. That's what one visit with the Mystery told me. My inner 'bad-boy' child Charlie, he is favored, for he has no malice in him. He's up to the ends of his long red hair in greed and lust, but he has no malice.


Prince Charming?

It's easier that way. I think to have a heart burdened by hate would be very hard, indeed. I am not trying to sound like a, gasp, saint here. It is just the way I feel. Hate is such a waste of energy.

It makes me shudder when I read of the immortals' meal, and how much one sort of 'feeding' sounds like another. But why should it? Hunger is hunger. What else can I tell you? All living animals must consume other living things to exist. It isn't pretty. But that's the way we're are.

You think millenia from now, the gods and we will have evolved to have created a new version of humanity, one that can photosynthesis their food from the sun? Call it what you will, the gods and all living things evolve. Anything COULD be possible.

And would we be less barbarous if we were like plants in our dietary requirements? A little water, a little sunshine, and viola, FED!

I suppose there's not much point to wondering. We are what we are. But WONDERING is one of the hallmarks of being a human. Do, for instance, PLANTS wonder? It takes a certain size of brain power to master the art of WONDER. And for that, a little bit of food chain animal style eating can be forgiven.

But WHY does it need to be 'forgiven'? Things just are what they are. And for all this meander, I hope a little peace and joy comes to lighten the heart of a writer whose works I have enjoyed very much.

(Notes from the future:
Oh, yes, I wrestle with that 'to eat meat or not to eat meat question':
"A Meaty Topic", December 8, 2006
"Still Chewing that Meat", December 8, 2006
"Food For Thought", April 9, 2006

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