Anger or more precisely wrath or rage is perhaps
one of the more complexes of the cardinal sins because its field of identification
and expression is so wide, it moves beyond the sphere of self and aim towards
usurping parts of the world not naturally pertaining to the one suffering from
rage. It can stretch out in the world and then collapse upon the wrathful
leading to suicide.
In the 7th canto Dante describes in
Inferno that here in the fifth circle where the wrathful ones were found he saw
more people than anywhere else, they were clashing against each other in a
never ending clash and turmoil, like hungry wolfs taking bites of each other
just to be hurled apart and clashed against each other yet again, like a tormented
wave of angry flesh.
Wrath can range from destructiveness and
hurtfulness of any kind to violence, vengeance and war. In the 7th
Canto Dante do speak of the battle between Michael and Satan, but this should
not be interpreted as some forms of wrath are good – on the contrary, in this
imagery, the Satanic impulse is the wrath of the worlds which the mindful
Michael subdue and thus dominate the darker passions with a clear mind. Dante
further see wrath as a love for justice that is perverted into spite and vengeance
and he have here in mind how history at all times have demonstrated how a
desire for justice can lead to violence and feuds that is passed down in families,
like ancestral curses. Shakespeare’s ‘Romeo and Juliet’ being one tale of the
misfortunes of Wrath.
There are some tendencies in modern psychology of
a humanist bent to see anger and consequently rage as passions that hold a
potential useful and good, that it is simply viewed as energy. But this is not
so, anger is a passion that has been given a direction and its quality is
violence and destruction. Wrath is Lord Mars falling into the clutches of Moon
and Saturn that pervert his energy into something foul (Saturn) or into energy
misdirected and misplaced (Moon). Here vengeance and violence upon the world as
dictated by mars or the final implosion and self destruction as generated by
Moon gives the spectre of wrath.
Anger is a passion caused by some feeling of
injustice being committed; it can be towards your personae, towards your
principles, towards your ancestry or some cause or value you identify yourself
with. It might start as something experienced as a provocation or a wrongdoing
done deliberately against you – and in this you take this aerial passion and mould
it to a seed that you place in your stomach and from here you allow it to take
fire and ignite heart with putrid fumes and thus the mind get cloud in the
irrational vapours of negative and destructive passions. Anger that is allowed
to grow into wrath will always seek destruction, it will seek to even the
scores and it will seek redemption for the perceived attack by the bane of axe
and sword. It is the path of cruelty where love has seen its death in the first flicker of poisonous fumes oozing forth from the wrathful one...
Wrath is poison, as William Blake spoke of in his
poem, 'A Poison Tree' that speaks of the complexity and bane of wrath:
A Poison Tree
I was angry with my
friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe;
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe;
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I water'd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with my smiles
And with soft deceitful wiles.
Night & morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with my smiles
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright;
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,
Till it bore an apple bright;
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,
And into my garden stole
When the night had veil'd the pole:
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretch'd beneath the tree
When the night had veil'd the pole:
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretch'd beneath the tree