May 22, 2013

monetizeyourcat:

“I DON’T NEED RELIGION!!”, shouts one of the richest ten per cent of people on the planet, in much the same way he might shout about not needing dental insurance or a new job

4:25pm  |   URL: http://tmblr.co/ZAAEXwlbHpFl
(Notes: 54)
  
Filed under: god religion 
May 13, 2013
glamstructed: c0ssette: Gerrit van Honthorst - Saint Sebastian,detail, ca.1623. stephen I’m sure you have seen this one before but I haven’t!  that’s part of what’s delightful about being fixated on this particular figure; there are so many representations!

glamstructed:

c0ssette:

Gerrit van Honthorst - Saint Sebastian,detail, ca.1623.

stephen I’m sure you have seen this one before but

I haven’t!  that’s part of what’s delightful about being fixated on this particular figure; there are so many representations!

9:06pm  |   URL: http://tmblr.co/ZAAEXwkx9nWX
(Notes: 4,090)
  
Filed under: St Sebastian god gore blood 
May 4, 2013
collectivehistory: The Vision after the Sermon (Jacob wrestling with the Angel) by Paul Gauguin ca. 1888 This painting depicts the scene from the Bible in which Jacob wrestles an angel. As if in a modern-day wrestling arena, French women watch the wrestling match from afar. This painting was created during Gaugin’s stay in Pont-Avon, France, which is where he created his other masterpieces, The Yellow Christ and The Green Christ. This painting also incorporates elements from his Christ series, which also place Breton French women alongside a Biblical scene, placing them as observers in the story. In his typical style, flat areas of color are outlined by thick black lines, and the figures are void of any shading or depth of color. 

collectivehistory:

The Vision after the Sermon (Jacob wrestling with the Angel) by Paul Gauguin ca. 1888

This painting depicts the scene from the Bible in which Jacob wrestles an angel. As if in a modern-day wrestling arena, French women watch the wrestling match from afar. This painting was created during Gaugin’s stay in Pont-Avon, France, which is where he created his other masterpieces, The Yellow Christ and The Green Christ. This painting also incorporates elements from his Christ series, which also place Breton French women alongside a Biblical scene, placing them as observers in the story. In his typical style, flat areas of color are outlined by thick black lines, and the figures are void of any shading or depth of color. 

11:51pm  |   URL: http://tmblr.co/ZAAEXwkFSMHu
(Notes: 83)
  
Filed under: god gaugin 
May 2, 2013
"

My religion makes no sense
and does not help me
therefore I pursue it.

When we see
how simple it would have been
we will thrash ourselves.

I had a vision
of all the people in the world
who are searching for God

massed in room
on one side
of a partition

that looks
from the other side
(God’s side)

transparent
but we are blind.
Our gestures are blind.

Our blind gestures continue
for some time until finally
from somewhere

on the other side of the partition there we are
looking back at them.
It is far too late.

We see how brokenly
how warily
how ill

our blind gestures
parodied
what God really wanted

(some simple thing).
The thought of it
(this simple thing)

is like a creature
let loose in a room
and battering

to get out.
It batters my soul
with its rifle butt.

"

— Anne Carson, “My Religion” (via iwanderedinadesertplace)

10:22pm  |   URL: http://tmblr.co/ZAAEXwk5T0Hg
(Notes: 32)
  
Filed under: god poetry anne carson 
April 15, 2013

rgr-pop:

……[There is] a really long and complicated history of nun (and monk!) porn in Europe that I’m sort of familiar with but don’t have a grasp on, I’ve just seen it in art and history books as well as museums. It really does have a lot to do with politics and dominating institutions in European history (not unlike the way contemporary American porn fetishizes teachers, nurses, cops, etc.), along with weird power narratives. (If anyone’s got any texts about that, show ‘em to me?)

But there’s a real distance between “sexualization of Catholic leaders in a Catholic hegemony” and the eroticization of the “tension” created by nuns’ sexual refusal.

Refusal—especially sexual, political, and ideological—is really the story of Notable Women in Catholic history. What made a Catholic woman a Catholic martyr was, like, a gajillion percent of the time rape. Let’s talk about St. Agatha, St. Maria Goretti, St. Ceclilia, St. Agnes, St. Theodora, etc. Refusal of sex (and marriage) had everything to do with bodily autonomy and bodily autonomy had everything to do with a woman’s relationship with God and all of this had everything to do with political autonomy, which is why I should also mention St. Apollonia (my #1) and basically every woman who was tortured (not necessarily raped, though usually raped) by the Romans. Refusal and autonomy with (with) God is also the cornerstone of the works of Dorothy Day, and basically everything nuns in America are doing right now.

So, like, refusing access to your body as an act of faith and justice is a really, really old and powerful tool so please don’t sexualize nuns? Or any women who refuse to grant you access to their body on religious grounds? Okay.

I am working on a print about this, but I was having trouble coming up with graphic ideas. Blair suggested that I use the nun from Slip It In. I hid it, but I wasn’t not mad about it. (Slip It In wasn’t exactly why Kira left the band but, like, please.) (Shouts to Am HxC for paying lip service via a healthy amount of “we just never understood why anyone would think it was sexist!”)

(via orphanspace)

7:36pm  |   URL: http://tmblr.co/ZAAEXwinclHx
(Notes: 146)
  
Filed under: rape nuns god misogyny 
March 30, 2013
I’ve noticed I’ve had a lot of religion-related content lately

just so you know, I tag all those posts with “god,” and if religious talk creeps you out feel free to block that

[disclaimer: I’m not actually a member of any denomination and I never have been, though I periodically consider becoming Quaker]

9:04pm  |   URL: http://tmblr.co/ZAAEXwhWbRFN
(Notes: 2)
  
Filed under: god 
March 30, 2013
"Holy Saturday provides a vocabulary consonant with being a survivor. It is a place of alienation, confusion, and godforsakenness. But it is also a place that is continually covered over, dismissed, rendered unintelligible, and therefore subsumed under operative narratives of the progression of death to life. It is important to mark out this space pneumatologically for precisely these reasons. Attributing theological significance to the middle involves resisting the forward pull of the Christian narrative, from death to life. The middle suspends this forward movement and, in so doing, provides a necessary witness to the struggles of living in the persisting storm of the aftermath."

— Shelly Rambo, Spirit and Trauma (via shortbreadsh)

(via orphanspace)

2:32pm  |   URL: http://tmblr.co/ZAAEXwhUtmjT
(Notes: 45)
  
Filed under: god survivor survival 
March 27, 2013
oh wow a trans narrative of the passion of the christ

hi! I wanted to share this. a twitter friend of mine wrote a trans passion narrative, and I’m right about to read it, and I’m excited, and I figured other people might be too (mitch?) so I’m sharing!

http://anarchistreverend.com/trans-passion-narrative/

ftr: I’m not explicitly Christian, though I might become Quaker soon, and I do have a pretty intense relationship with Jesus

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(Notes: 15)
  
Filed under: god trans transgender 
March 27, 2013
silvaelucens: Joanna ChrobakSaint Sebastian, 2007–2008

silvaelucens:

Joanna Chrobak
Saint Sebastian, 2007–2008

(via crusherling)

1:59pm  |   URL: http://tmblr.co/ZAAEXwhFeiwV
(Notes: 37)
  
Filed under: blood for ts gore for ts saint sebastian god 
March 15, 2013
God’s Grandeur

millennialmotive:

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs—
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

—Gerard Manley Hopkins

best poem

best poet

best

(Source: vincentvangodot)

3:03pm  |   URL: http://tmblr.co/ZAAEXwgK3Ol0
(Notes: 8)
  
Filed under: poetry god 
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