Visual Arts
Dealing with the Hate
If you can bear it, the photographs are here. They are from the Musarium program, "Without Sanctuary," and they are a documentation of lynchings. Of the "strange fruit" that hangs in trees. Of what happens when the worst in the human psyche is joined with the worst in others, and mobs arise.
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Hell and Pablo Neruda
Evil one, neither fire nor hot vinegar
in a nest of volcanic witches, nor devouring ice,
nor the putrid turtle that barking and weeping
with the voice of a dead woman scratches your belly
seeking a wedding ring and the toy of a slaughtered child,
will be for you anything but a dark demolished door.
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Getting biblical with The Brick Testament

[via The Brick Testament]
It's the Bible on LEGOS.
That's right. Reenactments of the Bible using LEGOS building blocks. A total drug-free trip. Totally whacked out and awesome.
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Eating the Apple, Refusing to See
But of the fruit of the tree which is in the midst of of the garden, God hath said, Ye shall not eat of it, neither shall ye touch it, lest ye die. And the serpent said unto the woman, Ye shall not surely die: For God doth know that in the day ye eat thereof, then your eyes shall be opened, and ye shall be as gods, knowing good and evil.
We are the descendents of Eve. We have eaten of the apple. And we know good and evil, so we should be gods. And yet, good and evil persist, and now, in this modern age, we can take photographs of it being perpetrated in our name, and still, we do not see
There are new photographs at Salon today. Photographs of men being humiliated and tortured in our name. We will look. Some of us will turn away, horrified. Some of us will flinch in recognition of the pain. Some will laugh, call it fraternity pranks.
I weep in frustration and rage. Why do the photographs not immediately cause 300 million people to call to an immediate end to the horror that is Iraq? Why do we not rail and rage and take to the streets?
Who you calling we, kemosabe?
"No "we" should be taken for granted when the subject is looking at other people's pain."
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