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‘Looke Downe to Heaven’ 235<br />
God the Father being told by Jesus to ‘Tast this’ (3) blood spilt from his penis. There is a<br />
very combative tone in Jesus’ words as he talks to the Father, and Helen White has even<br />
said that ‘The audacity with which these lines treat the wrath of God would be<br />
blasphemous if represented as uttered by any but divine lips’. 53<br />
He says to God, ‘Tast this,<br />
and as thou lik’st this lesser flood | Expect a Sea, my heart shall make it good’. (3-4) This<br />
is clearly not a request, but a demand, and three lines later, the directions that Jesus gives<br />
to God become oddly impersonal, they feel angrier, and he states, ‘Then let him drinke,<br />
and drinke, and doe his worst, | To drowne the wantonnesse of his wild thirst’. (7-8) Here<br />
Crashaw is not just making Mary or Magdalene experience the physicality of the<br />
Incarnation, but the first member of the Trinity is also being forced to partake of the blood.<br />
Furthermore, the Father is shown as having a ‘wild thirst’. It is ‘wanton’. And there is a<br />
rebelliousness, an affront to the Father in the line ‘let him drinke, and drinke, and doe his<br />
worst’. In this poem, Crashaw is not allowing any aspect of the sacrificial Incarnation be a<br />
pleasant concept to dwell on. There is a need with Crashaw to force the basest aspects of<br />
Jesus’ existence upon the Father and upon his readers. He must force the reader to move<br />
through space and time in order that they too can see Jesus as he was. Crashaw works<br />
through exuberance, or extravagance, or grotesqueness to create images portraying what is<br />
an unsettling theology, that of the Incarnate God brutally suffering and dying, and through<br />
this a reader cannot help but focus on the God made flesh. No one is free, not Mary, not<br />
the Trinity, and not believers coming centuries after the fact, from having to face the<br />
horrors of what it meant for Jesus to die. Perhaps through making those who walked with<br />
Christ face the terrifying concept of a bloody Lord, Crashaw and his readers may also be<br />
able to participate. Crashaw’s identity in Christ does not come from meditation on things<br />
that are higher, but on a broken and bloody Lord that must be tasted, chewed, and drunk.<br />
53 The Metaphysical Poets, p. 232.