.... are coming to the Science Museum of Minnesota, and I don't know what to say. I think all those anatomists and painters of the Renaissance, all those years, trying to learn what this exhibit will effortlessly teach.
Suppose that various public people agreed to pose naked, day after day, in an exhibit titled, "What's under their clothes."
Suppose that victims of torture gave permission for films of their torture to be shown, day after day.
I think of the story of the strip club/juice bar that came to a little North Dakota town. After one local farmer had seen the show, he commented, "That's your standard-issue woman all right."
I think of Plato's story in the Republic, of someone cursing his own eyes for leading him to look at corpses.
I think of schools taking classes, of the discussion around the parent-consent form: "It's very educational." "But those are dead people, skinned."
When-ever we look at a photo over a hundred years old, we are looking at a group of certifiably dead people.
I don't know my way around here.
Posted by shea0017 at December 9, 2005 11:02 AM