Dante's Divine Comedy Week Three: Where Our Hearts Grow Cold
The River Styx and the City of Dis serve as dividers between the "hot sins" of passion and the far more treacherous sins of cold-heartedness. In Lower Hell, Dante encounters these levels:
Circle 6: Heretics are trapped in flaming tombs
Circle 7: Violence and Blasphemy- Guarded by the Minotaur, the violent are immersed in a river of boiling blood, while blasphemers lie on burning sands
Circle 8: Fraud- panderers and pimps march in lines whipped by demons; flatters are steeped in human excrement; simonists are placed face first in holes with burning soles at their feet (Pope Nicholas III has the largest flames of all); sorcerers and astrologers have their heads placed on backwards; corrupt politicians are immersed in boiling pitch (sticky deeds); hypocrites walk in lead lined cloaks; thieves bitten by snakes and lizards, and lose their own identity and shape; schismatics have their body parts separated as they themselves caused separation (included here are Mohammed and Bertran de Born, who carries his head in his hands); finally falsifiers and counterfeiters are inflicted with various diseases. The multiplicity here suggests how very many ways there are that we deceive others- and ourselves.
Circle 9: Treason- ringed by giants, who are symbols of pride. Encased in ice in the very lowest circle are Cain, Mordred, Count Ugolino, and finally Lucifer (Satan) gnawing on Brutus, Cassius and Judas
Recommended Resources: Discussing Dante’s Divine Comedy by Dai Dud, Li Tiezi, Zhang An is a modern rendering of the saints and sinners Dante might include if he were writing today. You can see the painting )with notes as to who's who) by clicking on the link below: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1162771/The-Internet-sensation-dinner-party-painting-103-historical-guests--spot.html
The Sultans of Sand created an absolutely stunning representation of Dante's Divine Comedy in Venice in the summer of 2009. Folllow this link and be amazed: http://www.sultansofsand.com/_1dc_photos.html
Scenes of Hell by Billy Collins We did not have the benefit of a guide, no crone to lead us off the common path, no ancient to point the way with a staff,
but there were badlands to cross, rivers of fire and blackened peaks, and eventually we could look down and see
the jeweler running around a gold ring, the boss captured in an hourglass, the baker buried up to his eyes in flour,
the banker plummeting on a coin, the teacher disappering into a blackboard, and the grocer silent under a pyramid of vegetables.
We saw the pilot nose-diving and the whore impaled on a bedpost, the pharmacist wandering in a stupor
and the child with toy wheels for legs. You pointed to the soldier who was dancing with his empty uniform
and I remarked on the blind tourist. But what truly caught our attention was the scene in the long mirror of ice:
you lighting the wick on your head me blowing on the final spark, and our children trying to crawl away from their eggshells.