Saturday, January 12, 2013
As surrealism hardened into an orthodoxy, the nightmare became the news. The mad were ushered in as the avatars of a new consciousness. Pilate was the pilot. They spit on Catholic priests. Jean Dubuffet ushered the paintings of madmen from the asylums in order to fill the museums.
Perseus questioned the laws such as the law of gravity only however to reassert the norms. He saved Andromeda.
Acrobats today risk the same norm as they fly through the skies on their trapeze to fulfill man's eternal dream of being godlike (some fall into disability as did Fabrice Champion, who collided with another acrobat and fell, and never came back from quadroplegic status, finally dying during a healing shamanic ritual in the mountains of Peru).
Today the monstrous declare themselves heroic. Fatsos litter the Wal-Marts unashamed of their obesity, proud instead of the way they challenge the norm. Bluebeard and Elizabeth of Bathory usher in monstrous difference and attempt to enshrine indifference as a new norm. All we want is a place at the table, they bellow.
A smaller contingent of Christians says biological abnormalities be damned. And yet there is a sympathy for the dwarf and the blind, and those with elongated noses such as Pinocchio.
Armies heralding the equal sign confront armies heralding the equal sign.
One side shouts, "God exists! No one is equal!" The other, "We are the equal of God!"
Littering the battlefields of yesteryear: the swastika, the hammer and sicle, the rising sun.