"not nobler, just there."
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"not nobler, just there."
Derek Walcott, from "Sea Canes", Collected Poems: 1948-1984 [ID'd]
Mahtem Shiferraw, Your Body Is War; “Your Body is War (II)”
[ID: If they ask, you have been at war before, or you were it, and you have spent so many years in wandering, having forgotten the bone sound of sleep, or the smell of things unbleeding.]
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“Subverting” Catholic art? Oh, okay. I see, you think this has nothing to do with you. You log onto the internet and you post about how “Wound of Christ” from Psalter and Prayer Book of Bonne de Luxembourg, attributed to Jean le Noir, c.1349, for instance, looks like a vulva because you're trying to tell the world that you enjoy Catholic art and imagery in an alternative, queer, risqué way that challenges Christian beliefs. But what you don't know is that that stigma isn’t just a vulva. It's not just a mandorla. It's not just yonic. It's actually intentionally erotic. And you're also blithely unaware of the fact that around 1297, Saint Angela of Foligno experienced a vision of Christ himself, who called her to put her mouth to the wound in his side and lick the freshly flowing blood. And then I think it was Saint Catherine of Siena who drank blood and a clear liquid from the wound before receiving a ring made from Christ’s foreskin? And then graphically erotic encounters with the side wound of Christ quickly showed up in the writings of eight different mystics. And then the yonic interpretation of the stigmata filtered down through the illuminated manuscripts and then trickled on down into some pseudo-intellectual corner of the internet…where you, no doubt, fished it out of some Pinterest board. However, that interpretation represents hundreds of years and countless visions of religious ecstasy. And it's sort of comical how you think that you've come up with an idea that exempts you from Christian theology when, in fact…you're posting an image that was sexualized for you by the very Medieval saints you think you’re so different than…from “subverted” Catholic art.
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1) Italian partisans resting before their guard duty in Castelluccio di Norcia, Umbria, october 1944.
2) Italian partisan couriers of the 12th Garibaldi Division in a dormitory in Biella, Piedmont, ca. 1944-45.