.andrew mattachine.

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Heard about it through another site, thought it sounded pretty interesting, pretty cool.

Tin Man In The Holy Land

He said I need me a heart, and they sent him off walking into the wilderness, over sea and stone and through wind and water and into the kind of landscapes that turn men into lunatics or poets, through the trees and the grasses that smell of sweat and blind faith and sex and he walked for forty days and forty nights pretending he was Jesus walking in the desert, pretending he was vast and all knowing and forgiving.

Tin Man walks into Israel, through bullets and children to the wailing wall of Old Jerusalem, through the sands that are made of dreams and death and rape and the history of a chosen people, and Tin Man says to the wailing wall of Old Jerusalem, I need me a heart, and the wall howls, and Tin Man feels its tears and watches as the mothers of the Holy Land cram themselves into its stones and wrap themselves in its tears and howl in harmony, and he walks on past the wall, past the widows and into the streets of Israel.

Tin Man in the streets of Israel sees a procession of kings smoldering and disintegrating into the dusty heavy air, he says, I need me a heart. Tin Man hands Solomon an ax to split the baby, and Solomon he takes it up in his hands and takes a little child of Palestine in his hands, and brings the ax through it in a gash and that little child of Palestine crawls into Tin Man?s arms, and Tin Man says child, I need me a heart, and this little child of Palestine sticks the ax through King Solomon?s head, and Tin Man?s feet start to rust from the blood.

Tin Man walks on to the River Jordan, and he stands on the bank watching John The Baptist talking to the sands of time, and Tin Man says, I need me a heart, and John The Baptist whispers to him about love and death and fire, and the purity that is violence, and the glory that is God, and the power that comes with being excused from sanity. John The Baptist says to Tin Man, let me wash you clean in the river, and Tin Man he says but John, I need me a heart, and John The Baptist picks him up and carries him into the River Jordan.

Tin Man rusts and washes away, and the River Jordan rises and washes the streets of Israel and wails with the wall of Old Jerusalem, and Tin Man says to the Holy Land, I need me a heart, and the Holy Land says nothing at all.