Art exhibitions that use Islamist threats -- imagined or real -- to promote their wares are all the rage these days. We blogged about that bowdlerized London show of the works of German Surrealist Hans Bellmer only yesterday. Now comes a Chicago exhibition "meant to provide a venue for artists whose work has been pushed out of other settings by protests from Muslims," reports TigerHawk. We appreciate the thought, but the work itself is mostly visual one-liners reminiscent in artistic quality of the BDS-infused Whitney Annual. We were intrigued by the work of one of the artists represented in the show, Tim Arroyo. (Detail of his "Fetus" above, medium unknown)
"I'm trying to wrangle a post that combines John Donne -- to his mistress -- Columbus Day -- my Newfoundland -- and Jack Straw's request of his constituent Muslim women to drop their veils when they come to his office," we messaged our imail correspondent this afternoon:
She: WOW!!! Talk about multitasking.
We: Plus an illustration from a show in Chicago put together in response to Muslim rage against free-thinking women, of course.
"To teach thee, I am naked first ; why then, What needst thou have more covering than a man?" wrote John Donne -- "the most outstanding of the English Metaphysical Poets and a churchman famous for his spellbinding sermons" -- in his "Elegy XX: To His Mistress Going to Bed." Seething Islamofascist gynophobes, bent on covering women's bodies head to toe to protect themselves from the hair rays that "[would drive] men insane," would no doubt prefer to burn John Donne in effigy; MP Jack Straw would be nodding in assent:
Off with your hose and shoes; then softly tread
In this love's hallow'd temple, this soft bed.
In such white robes heaven's angels used to be
Revealed to men ; thou, angel, bring'st with thee
A heaven-like Mahomet's paradise; and though
Ill spirits walk in white, we easily know
By this these angels from an evil sprite;
Those set our hairs, but these our flesh upright.
Wouldn't it be delightful if all it took to achieve a "heaven-like Mahomet's paradise" was seduction of one's mistress rather than blowing oneself -- and every infidel within range -- to smithereens? Donne's "Elegy XX" came to mind on this Columbus Day Eve as we slipped into the safety zone of a three-day weekend:
O, my America, my Newfoundland,
My kingdom, safest when with one man mann'd,
My mine of precious stones, my empery;
How am I blest in thus discovering thee!
To enter in these bonds, is to be free.
Not that Columbus Day is without its enemies, sentimental progressivists who infantalize and idealize their selected victim group, the better to bash the hated Dead White Males who followed their star to these shores half a millennium ago:
Christopher Columbus did not discover America, he discovered Native Americans living peacefully in their homeland. And, as history has taught us, Mr. Columbus was not even the first to visit America from Europe.
So, then why do we continue to disgrace Native Americans by throwing this "National Holiday" up in their faces?
Happy Columbus Day!