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What I learned not to do in art school
Last year, I befriended a Catholic seminarian. We've gotten to be pretty decent friends. Seeing as he was staying in town for the summer and I wasn't, I entrusted him with caring for my plant.
He did a wonderful job, but as he was returning my plant to my custody, he explained "I watered her every other day, I gave her new dirt, moved her into the sunshine, prayed the rosary-"
"What?"
He looked at me, confused. "Isn't she a plant you pray with?"
"No," I said slowly. "She's a prayer plant. That's the... colloquial name of the plant."
Upon seeing his stricken face, I realized something went wrong. Turns out, this entire time, he's been including my plant in on his prayers and leaving her near icons.
Listen, totally cool. My plant becoming Catholic is a great deal for her not dying over the summer. But now I must navigate this interfaith household. Keep me in your thoughts.
#i love prayer plants but they're fussy so I don't keep them#can we have a picture op they're so pretty
Behold, Dorothea
(Naming my plant "Gift of God," and then giving her to a seminarian with just the explanation that it's a prayer plant? Okay, that's my bad.)
I should also add- I ran into my rabbi and explained the situation. I then asked, earnestly, if there was a remedy. A mikveh of sorts, or a beit din, or something.
He turned to me, sighed, and said in a very deadpan tone-- "Plants don't have covenants, Joy,"
So Dorothea's a free agent according to rabbinic opinion. I guess I'll permit her to be Roman Catholic.
If you've spent any amount of time studying Medieval Europe, one thing that you are bound to notice is how many different types of monks there are. Just considering monks proper, you've got Benedictines and Cistercians, and that's not even getting into all of the pseudo-monk-like religious orders. For friars, there are Dominicans, Fransiscians, Augustinians and Carmelites. When you get into canons, there are Agustinian and Norbertines. And all of the above have multiple offshoots and schisms. I'm reminded of the old jokes about the "crab cycle". Just another of the Church's attempts at evolving a monk. There is one step and it is monk.
The only way to make sense of all this is by recognizing the underlying paradox that lies at the heart of medieval monasticism: that monks were fundamentally rich people LARPing at being poor. Monks, nuns, friars, canons and what-have-you all predominantly came from the landed aristocracy, and monestaries themselves were some of the largest landowners in medieval Europe. And at the end of the day, no amount of rules or reforms about what is and isn't acceptable in for your peasantsona is ever going to change that. But the Church remained at least nominally committed to preaching holiness through poverty. And so every hundred years or so, a new order would be founded in a vain attempt to finally square that circle.
"monks were fundamentally rich people LARPing at being poor"
I don't think that's true. I think that our sources and surviving voices and perspectives are heavily slanted towards richer monks: the abbots and abbesses, the movers and shakers, the people from rich and powerful families, the nobles, the politically savvy, the influential ones, the intelligentsia. And by definition the literate ones, which emphatically wasn't all of them. ("almost all literate people were in the church" <> "almost all people in the church were literate")
The monasteries themselves were often rich and came with good land. (Not always! The rich ones were simply more likely to survive the centuries, and not decline and get abandoned.) But I think the majority of the monks who worked that land and maintained the whole estate (along with lay peasants) were not rich. There simply weren't enough spare sons and daughters in the families of the landed aristocracy, a TINY minority of the population, to, well, populate all the monasteries. So most of them were nobodies, serfs, peons, and they didn't need to LARP at being poor. If anything, the monastery offered them a kind of security – guaranteed food and shelter, even if it was modest and in exchange for hard labour – that they wouldn't otherwise have.
I said "I think" a bunch of times because I don't actually have data. I'd love to have some data!
Btw, there's a 1657 notary document from the island of Cephalonia, then under Venetian rule, where two monasteries come into formal agreement to exchange a monk for a horse. This is chattel slavery, yes? Hardly unheard of. The document is just interesting because the monk, named Kallinikos, was "lame of hand and foot", whereas the horse was a pregnant mare, "sturdy, with four legs". The current hypothesis is that the monk must have been literate, which explains why he was valued as much as a fully abled horse that would soon produce a second horse. Admittedly this is only semi-relevant (it's probably not Catholic monasteries), but damn.
Trying to read into this, I'm getting the impression that all this was drastically dependent on time and place, and whether the institutions were able to afford to take in members without any money.
I'm most familiar with the early modern (not medieval) western european situations, where I think it pretty safe to say that most monks and nuns came from families with enough money to get them admitted. The matter was fought over a lot through the centuries, with the practice being considered simony at various points, but by the 1600s it was the norm for monasteries to not only accept but require a dowry for nuns, which could well be hundreds of pounds* for choir sisters. (All I am getting on lay sisters is that it was "less" and that they would be recruited when the monastery needed more hands on deck.) There were those like the Poor Clares who survived on donations exclusively and so didn't take dowry, but while this lowers the bar for access it raises the bar for how much support from those with spare cash is needed for the order to literally survive, so I'm doubtful those were popular among women who didn't assume that that support would always be found.
(*in pounds because the example I found was french/low countries institutions accepting english nuns)
Dowries weren't the only source of income - and this is what they might want more lay sisters for - because they also provided paid services and handiwork. They farmed, they span, they wove, they (increasingly...) educated the sons and daughters of the wealthy. They also had financial investments (especially in the low countries, go figure) and some had regular wealthy donors. The land they owned seems to have declined in financial importance, as the economies of the countries changed, they sold off more and more and there wasn't more land coming in to replace it.
This isn't to say they all operated totally financially rationally! Plenty of the records are from orders in financial crisis, and ideology was constantly in tension with practicality, but that wasn't a tension that was sustainable in a post-reformation, mercantilist Europe.
(A note on the other side of this financial equation: a peasant family being willing to give up a son or daughter to the church at all shows that they are doing pretty well by the standards of their class. Losing a working hand, even of the sort of labour a child can do, was not something many of them could afford. Still, I don't think peasant families who could stand to lose a son or daughter are exactly the target of this post...)
The impression I get is that it narrowed down over time. In the middle ages, yes, I think there wouldn't be enough people to populate the monastic orders if it were all the extra sons and daughters of nobility (though I would also love to see sources!! wish I could've found some admission records or something). The monasteries were financially solvent without the individuals they permitted being from wealthy families due to rents, taxes, work done by the lay brothers and sisters, and donations. This put food in the refectory and provided habits for most monks and nuns, and supported the expensive scholastic pursuits and sometimes far more comfortable lifestyles for a few, who were also those who wrote most of the historical record on the matter. Larping poverty isn't totally inaccurate describing those few, but they are heavily overrepresented in the sources. Most monks and especially nuns were not writing theological treatises or attending church councils, and rising in the ranks of the church was pretty much always tied to your societal position outside of it. (This class disparity within the church between normal monks/nuns and a privileged few is extremely well documented throughout various orders and times and places; the first source that comes to mind is account books showing what was eaten at the abbots table vs everyone else)
But, when and where that financial model broke down, the lay brothers and sisters who did not come with donations and connections were winnowed away. It isn't just that the writings and physical buildings of the most well-off monks and nuns are the ones that survived, the very structures of their orders evolved under economic pressure until only they remained.
Honestly if you’re paying for phone, tv, and/or internet and you have the option, just switch between different companies when they increase your price. Most of these companies have a deal for your first two or three years or whatever and when that wears off you can ditch them for the next one. Most will let you keep your phone number anyways.
Honestly if you’re paying for phone, tv, and/or internet and you have the option, just switch between different companies when they increase your price. Most of these companies have a deal for your first two or three years or whatever and when that wears off you can ditch them for the next one. Most will let you keep your phone number anyways.
This is a comment someone appended to a photo of two men apparently having sex in a very fancy room, but it’s also kind of an amazing two-line poem? “His Wife has filled his house with chintz” is a really elegant and beautiful counterbalancing of h, f, and s sounds, and “chintz” is a perfect word choice here—sonically pleasing and good at evoking nouveau riche tackiness. And then “to keep it real I fuck him on the floor” collapses that whole mood with short percussive sounds—but it’s still a perfect iambic pentameter line, robust and a lovely obscene contrast with the chintz in the first line. Well done, tumblr user jjbang8
I hate that my aesthetic sense agrees with this but everything you just said was correct
I went back to dig up this post because I was thinking about poetry.
This is one of those non-poem things that are among my favorite poems.
As the OP stated, the use of alliterative consonants is aesthetically just great, especially the placement of the strongest use at the end: “fuck him on the floor.” The use of “chintz” is indeed great word choice.
Because I’m insane, decided to scan the poem:
Not only is the second sentence, indeed, perfect iambic pentameter, the entire poem is perfectly metered, though the first sentence has four iambs rather than five.
There are further things I love about this poem, though: I like the casual connotations of “keep it real” juxtaposed with “chintz.” It causes me to interpret the “chintz” more strongly as meaning something fake, a facade. There is also of course the coarseness of “fuck,” which is a contrast with “chintz” but a different kind of contrast, gutsy and carnal where “chintz” is flimsy and inanimate.
And then there is the storytelling: there is SO MUCH storytelling in just these two lines. To break it down: The speaker is having sex with a married man, in the house he shares with his wife, which is “filled with chintz”—something that here connotes fakeness, in contrast with “keep it real.”
The illicit encounter in the poem takes place within a house filled with facade, the flimsy construction of the wife’s marriage and domestic sphere, but the encounter itself is a taste of something “real.” That’s a story, and it’s just two lines.
This is EIGHTEEN SYLLABLES, y’all. The amount of meaning condensed into these eighteen syllables is stunning, and it is so elegantly done.
From a technical standpoint (and ive taken 300- and 400-level poetry classes so I can say this) this is damn near flawless as a poem.
Kept thinking about this ever since I saw it and had to do something
there's art now
Ah dang to go further; the floor is framed as a refuge. As if there is literally no other space in this house that hasn't been populated by his wife with flimsy inanimate fakery. There is no space for this man in this house save for the floor. There is no space for him on the sofa, oon the counter tops, and most notably, no space for him in the marital bed.
I’d also like to point out the use of the word “has.” The wife has filled the house with chintz. She isn’t filling the house with chintz. She doesn’t fill the house with chintz. She has filled the house with chintz. Use of the past-tense makes the wife a subtly removed element in the story, someone whose presence we see in the environment, but who is blissfully distant during the actors throes of passion. There is an element of physical as well as emotional separation from the wife that is catalyzed by being fucked on the floor. Use of the past tense is an end to the wife presence in the actors life, a carnal catharsis amid cold fragility and emotional distance.
This is my new favourite post in the world
everyone cheer for the one (1) time tumblr had reading comprehension
And, predictably, it's because it was about gay sex
the thing about latinoamérica is that it's the most beautiful wonderful place on earth. there's a spinal cord of mountains running through, and at their feet you have everything from deserts to forests to jungles to glaciers. the lungs of the world are here, and so are the eyes into the sky. there are animals like axolotls and vicuñas and llamas and condors and jaguars. and the people are the most clever, the most resilient people in the world. you have cultures that are thousands of years old that have been resisting colonization for hundreds of years and in several cases successfully fighting back and even gaining territory. you have people who have lost their loved ones decades and decades ago who are still fighting for justice. you have a rich history of solidarity and struggle and you can sit with people in a circle passing a mate around and they will tell you of all the times they put everything on the line for a better world. there is an entire island that inspired revolutions around the world and that has been resisting a blockade for 60 years. there are communities building autonomous, revolutionary structures right now. and really it's not a surprise that there's so much grit and strength here because it would be inconceivable to be born and to live in this beautiful place without fighting for it.
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123movies & putlocker provide more for the people of this country than the army has ever
At least the army doesn’t take the money creators could have made. And is also not stealing anyone’s content. ^^
they kill people
(Yoinked this from LinkedIn, genuinely interested in seeing how responses align with demographics) (so far it’s those of us over 35 being indignant but I wanna see how those fully plays out) (it’s cultural and technological history/memory, bruh)
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got inspired by a #pedestrian post + have been stressed at crosswalks and the like lately sooo.
✨️ PEDESTRIAN AFFIRMATIONS ✨️
drivers are so mindful and love me for existing on the road ❤️❤️
It's always fun when an author claims their work contains no politics, because either they're blatantly lying, or they genuinely think they're telling the truth and you get a lot of insight into what assertions about human nature they regard as so obviously and self-evidently true as to lie outside the political sphere.
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Annual deer post:
If you see a fawn laying down on the ground all alone, leave it alone. It is not lost, it does not need your help, do not pick it up, do not move it.
This behavior evolved to keep deer young safe. The baby is very small, very quiet, and hard for most predators to see. A young fawn cannot keep up with a fleeing mother deer, which is their primary problem-solving strategy. So while the mother goes elsewhere to graze, the fawn stays safe and hidden. The mom will be back.
Leave the fawn alone.
This is always good to pass around this time of year, but I would like to add something for the few of us who might be encountering the moose kind of deer.
Moose are deer, but moose have the opposite strategy. They stay close to their babies, and their primary response for anything getting close to their babies is immediate violent murder. If you do see a baby moose by itself, leave. Leave the baby alone and leave the area, preferably quickly. Momma is at most 30 yards away and has already kicked on the kill bill sirens.