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smokingbootThree posts in one day. I have been bored, tired and exasperated today...but now I am angry, really really angry. Maybe I'm angry because I'm tired. No. I am angry because of this:
"A museum on Monday defended its decision to remove a sculpture from an exhibition for fear of offending Muslims, citing the "sensitive climate" following suicide bombings in London in July. The Tate Britain decided not to include "God is Great" (1991), in a display of works by British-based John Latham, infuriating the artist and renewing debate over where to draw the line when censoring the arts. "God is Great" features copies of the Bible, Koran and Talmud -- sacred texts of Christians, Muslims, and Jews respectively -- embedded in thick glass." [Reuters - Tate Britain defends axing work that may offend Islam]
Thanks tokeith_london for this info. Now, keith_london mentions the 'Talibanisation' of London. I don't agree with him, but by Christ, this is exactly the right way to go about creating the kind of resentment that leads to such perceptions.
It is the second time I have come across it; the first was Behzti, the play that got cancelled in Brum because it depicted a woman being raped in a Sikh temple. Now, an artist had better shut the fuck up because people may not like his work. Really? Fancy that then. Art offending people? Who'd have thought it? Art's not there to cause trouble, art's there to...to what? sit in a gallery roamed by bored philistines in search of coffee and a bun? Show us the golden age of pretty arses and perfect bosoms? Leave us pondering important questions like Where are the lavatories? In 18th/19th century Spain, a land shackled by inadequate rulers, corrupt administrators and of course, that luvverly inquisition, the artist Goya created terrifying pieces, protesting at the world around him, and it got him into trouble, but at least people saw and understood. Look here:
It's called Saturn. But the giant lunatic god eating his son is a far more familiar figure to any Christian. And yet, it was seen.
Look here:
These buffoons are the royal family of Charles IV, King of Spain, I could tell you now the story behind them all but it will take too long. Goya depicts them with honesty in all their ugliness. You know what? Vain and stupid though they were, they could take it. Spain's monarch at the time was an imbecile, but he knew art when he saw it.
Bloody artists, creating this insubordinate rubbish; why don't these people offer us some sweet spin, something nice about how we all get on? If only they would stop arsing around with truth and stuff that makes us feel uncomfortable. Because that's what art is for, right? To express prettiness and beauty, to elevate us and move us, provided it's in a socially acceptable way. Passion, but not real passion. A momentary blink of the eye, and onwards to cakes and tea in some kitsch cafeteria, where Gilbert and George loom brightly above us, make us laugh at modern art, make us wonder what it is about those creative sorts that makes them so damn funny
Once again, expression of the self, expression of the soul is muted, flattened for the community. And the community hasn't even complained yet! Shall we just assume that they are all cretins and they will complain? And everyone else is so scared we had better just give up any opinions they might not like? Thank God we're not losing the war on terror! Community! Oh that word, that awful excuse. Sod social cohesion, and fuck the community, if it's nothing more than a construct for the shackling of minds and bodies! How condescending is this to intelligent muslims, to intelligent anybody? You know what this is?
This is not art.
This is fear.
Ah Goya, Goya, tell it like it is:
El sueno de la razon produce monstruos
The sleep of reason produces monsters.
"A museum on Monday defended its decision to remove a sculpture from an exhibition for fear of offending Muslims, citing the "sensitive climate" following suicide bombings in London in July. The Tate Britain decided not to include "God is Great" (1991), in a display of works by British-based John Latham, infuriating the artist and renewing debate over where to draw the line when censoring the arts. "God is Great" features copies of the Bible, Koran and Talmud -- sacred texts of Christians, Muslims, and Jews respectively -- embedded in thick glass." [Reuters - Tate Britain defends axing work that may offend Islam]
Thanks to
keith_london for this info. Now, keith_london mentions the 'Talibanisation' of London. I don't agree with him, but by Christ, this is exactly the right way to go about creating the kind of resentment that leads to such perceptions. It is the second time I have come across it; the first was Behzti, the play that got cancelled in Brum because it depicted a woman being raped in a Sikh temple. Now, an artist had better shut the fuck up because people may not like his work. Really? Fancy that then. Art offending people? Who'd have thought it? Art's not there to cause trouble, art's there to...to what? sit in a gallery roamed by bored philistines in search of coffee and a bun? Show us the golden age of pretty arses and perfect bosoms? Leave us pondering important questions like Where are the lavatories? In 18th/19th century Spain, a land shackled by inadequate rulers, corrupt administrators and of course, that luvverly inquisition, the artist Goya created terrifying pieces, protesting at the world around him, and it got him into trouble, but at least people saw and understood. Look here:
It's called Saturn. But the giant lunatic god eating his son is a far more familiar figure to any Christian. And yet, it was seen.
Look here:
These buffoons are the royal family of Charles IV, King of Spain, I could tell you now the story behind them all but it will take too long. Goya depicts them with honesty in all their ugliness. You know what? Vain and stupid though they were, they could take it. Spain's monarch at the time was an imbecile, but he knew art when he saw it.
Bloody artists, creating this insubordinate rubbish; why don't these people offer us some sweet spin, something nice about how we all get on? If only they would stop arsing around with truth and stuff that makes us feel uncomfortable. Because that's what art is for, right? To express prettiness and beauty, to elevate us and move us, provided it's in a socially acceptable way. Passion, but not real passion. A momentary blink of the eye, and onwards to cakes and tea in some kitsch cafeteria, where Gilbert and George loom brightly above us, make us laugh at modern art, make us wonder what it is about those creative sorts that makes them so damn funny
Once again, expression of the self, expression of the soul is muted, flattened for the community. And the community hasn't even complained yet! Shall we just assume that they are all cretins and they will complain? And everyone else is so scared we had better just give up any opinions they might not like? Thank God we're not losing the war on terror! Community! Oh that word, that awful excuse. Sod social cohesion, and fuck the community, if it's nothing more than a construct for the shackling of minds and bodies! How condescending is this to intelligent muslims, to intelligent anybody? You know what this is?
This is not art.
This is fear.
Ah Goya, Goya, tell it like it is:
El sueno de la razon produce monstruos
The sleep of reason produces monsters.
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