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THE LION AND THE CARDINAL
13 May 2008
TWO UPCOMING CONCERTS

Both on May 18th, both featuring friends:

Bonjour, Mon Coeur: the sublime 16th Century French Chanson
Chicago Early Music Consort & Spirit of Gambo Consort of Viols
4:00 p.m.
Glenview Community Church
Glenview, IL
Program here.

An Afternoon in Paris
Br. Jonathan Ryan, SJC
French Organ Music
Works by Olivier Messiaen, Nicolas de Grigny, Claude-Bénigne Balbastre and Alexandre Guilmant
2:00 p.m.
St. John Cantius Church
Chicago, IL

AKIRA MITSUI



Photograph taken at China Doll Restaurant at 51st & Broadway in New York City on 15 March 1947. The man on the far right is my late paternal grandfather.

See also Jiro Morikuni.

6 May 2008
The DEVONSHIRE HUNTS





Two of the four surviving tapestries in this 15th century cycle, now in the Victoria & Albert Museum in London. I highly recommend Linda Wooley's book, Medieval Life and Leisure in the Devonshire Hunting Tapestries.

WEDDINGS

Congratulations are in order for several dear friends:



Will and Leika, now living in Arizona.

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Anthony and Emily, married this penultimate Saturday in a traditional Latin Nuptial Mass. Many thanks to the family of the bride and the pastor and staff of Ss. Philomena and Cecilia Church for their hospitality.

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Sister Crystal, clothed in the habit of the Benedictines of Mary, Queen of Apostles last Saturday.

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Pray for them all. 


VOTE for DARTMOUTH PARITY


25 April 2008
CHURCH of ST. GEORGE in EDMONTON

The Ukrainian Catholic Church of the Great Martyr Saint George the Victorious in Edmonton has a thorough webpage explaining its iconography.















The link to this website was sent to me by a friend of the iconographer, Heiko Schlieper. Memory eternal.

This parish was one of several organized in the 1950s and 1960s championing Ukrainian Catholic traditionalism, Byzantine iconography, delatinized liturgy, and the Julian Calendar. Another such parish is the extraordinary Ss. Volodymyr and Olha in Chicago, about 2 miles directly west of my apartment, which I visit on occasion.


BURGLARY



Those who know me will be amused.

After telling Michelle that my apartment had been burglarized yesterday, her first response was: Oh no! I'm so sorry!. Her second was: Wait... what do you have that they could possibly steal?.

For his efforts in prying my door apart with a crowbar, the thief had to content himself with one bottle of sparkling white wine and another of vodka, three-quarters full. He looked for pills in the medicine cabinet but found none.

My main liquor cupboard escaped his attention, so the Chimay Grand Reserve and red wine that I had been saving are still in my possession. The Chartreuse was at Michelle's apartment, Deo gratias.

Artwork, papers, clothing, dishware, and stereo equipment were left undisturbed.

Sancte Dismas, latro de Cruce, ora pro eum.

24 April 2008
GREAT CLOCKS of CHRISTENDOM, PART XXI

Two from Bavaria:

In Burg Burghausen:



In Munich Frauenkirche:



See also parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, *, *, *, *

23 April 2008
NEW DRAWINGS

Four private commissions and two gifts:












14 April 2008
DEVILS in the GREEN WOOD

It was not fitting for Christ's body to putrefy, or in any way be reduced to dust, since the putrefaction of any body comes of that body's infirmity of nature, which can no longer hold the body together. But as was said above, Christ's death ought not to come from weakness of nature, lest it might not be believed to be voluntary: and therefore He willed to die, not from sickness, but from suffering inflicted on Him, to which He gave Himself up willingly. And therefore, lest His death might be ascribed to infirmity of nature, Christ did not wish His body to putrefy in any way or dissolve no matter how; but for the manifestation of His divine power He willed that His body should continue incorrupt. Hence Chrysostom says that with other men, especially with such as have wrought strenuously, their deeds shine forth in their lifetime; but as soon as they die, their deeds go with them. But it is quite the contrary with Christ: because previous to the cross all is sadness and weakness, but as soon as He is crucified, everything comes to light, in order that you may learn it was not an ordinary man that was crucified.

Since Christ was not subject to sin, neither was He prone to die or to return to dust. Yet of His own will He endured death for our salvation, for the reasons alleged above. But had His body putrefied or dissolved, this fact would have been detrimental to man's salvation, for it would not have seemed credible that the divine power was in Him. Hence it is on His behalf that it is written: What profit is there in my blood, whilst I go down to corruption? as if He were to say: If My body corrupt, the profit of the blood shed will be lost.

Christ's body was a subject of corruption according to the condition of its passible nature, but not as to the deserving cause of putrefaction, which is sin: but the divine power preserved Christ's body from putrefying, just as it raised it up from death.

Summa theologica 51.3

April 6th of this year fell on a Sunday, Good Shepherd Sunday. It otherwise would have been a feria, with no sanctoral feast in the Roman Missal. But in the Lutheran liturgical calendar, three artists would have been commemorated: Albrecht Dürer, Lucas Cranach and Matthias Grünewald.

These are the most famous members of the first generation of artists influenced by Lutheranism. Dürer called Martin Luther inspired of God and in 1520 expressed a desire to paint his portrait. Protestant statements are obvious in some of Dürer's art, such as the Four Apostles of 1526. His theology, his humanism and his undeniable narcissism (exhibited in his self-portraits) have long made me dislike Dürer, although I cannot deny his brilliance. Cranach, of course, was a strident propagandist for the Reformation, and one of Luther's closest friends (they were godfathers to each other's children).

Of the three, Grünewald has the least known connection to Protestantism; this is largely because his biography is unknown; even his surname (Gothardt) has been misremembered. A chest of his belongings was posthumously found to contain Lutheran literature, but this in itself proves nothing. None of his surviving paintings was commissioned by Protestants; none contains any discernable Protestant message.

What message they do contain is more elusive, and more disturbing.



Grünewald's most famous work, the Isenheim Altarpiece, has a very confused iconography; John the Baptist is the most prominent figure at the foot of the Cross and the Resurrection is bizarrely conflated with the Transfiguration. No art historian has ever identified beyond dispute the kneeling, glowing figure before a chorus of angels in one of the panels; she appears Marian, but worships a larger, older, homelier Mary in the facing panel. A widely accepted theory is that this is the idea of Mary in the mind of God adoring Mary as fact; one gets the sense that the art historians were desperate. Behind the mysterious woman, among the angels, a strange figure plays a viola de gamba; he is multiwinged and entirely covered in green feathers and curly hair. At least one scholar has argued that he is Lucifer.



But more troubling are the human figures. There is an indefinable wrongness to the bodies given by Grünewald to Christ and His saints; they are awkwardly posed, with lopsided heads, puffy skin, sausagelike fingers, almost cretinous expressions; they are seemingly moulded from glutenous bread dough. This is entirely unlike the precise grotesquery of Hieronymus Bosch (drawn from the tradition of comical manuscript marginalia) because it marks every face, not merely those designated for villainy.

And then there are the Crucifixions. The corpus of the Isenheim Altarpiece, and the similar corpora in paintings at Karlsruhe, Basel and Washington are so well-known that detailed description is unnecessary.

Justifications for Grünewald's dead Christs invariably invoke the writings of St. Bridget, St. Gertrude and other late mediaeval mystics, who described the Passion in gruesome detail. And it is true that, beginning in the 14th century, intense meditation on the physical suffering of Christ dominated spiritual writing as well as sacred art. The pious literature of the age even numbers the lashes that Our Lord received (5,475 according to Oliver Maillard). Late mediaeval art is morbid, somber and tragic; its crucified Christ is crowned with thorns, contorting under His own weight, streaming blood. His muscles and bones are visible beneath his stripped-away skin. This is the suffering Christ bearing the immeasurable sins of humanity.

But this is most emphatically NOT the Christ whom we encounter at Isenheim and at Karlsruhe. The difference is obvious; 5,475 scourges turn a body red, not green - and Grünewald's Christ is green. It is the corruption of the tomb that turns a body green. Grünewald's Christ does not bleed; he rots.



This is not, as Joris-Karl Huysmans fatuously claimed, the Christ of Justin, Basil, Cyril, Tertullian, the Christ of the apostolic Church... the Christ of the afflicted, of the beggar, of all those on whose indigence and helplessness the greed of their brother battens ; this is not their Christ at all. This is a Christ unknown to the mystics, unknown to the fathers, unknown to the poor and suffering; a Christ unknown to any Christian.

It is a Christ who has never risen from the dead.

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That seraphic cellist on the inner panel of the Isenhem Altarpiece might represent the entire oeuvre of the painter; something is bowing discord; something disguised, perhaps something satanic. It is all the more frightening because it is impossible to prove anything about it.


10 April 2008
The GREATEST DAMAGE

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Perhaps the greatest damage done by Pope Paul VI's reform of the Mass (and by the ongoing process that has outstripped it), the greatest spiritual deficit, is this: we are now positively obliged to talk about the liturgy. Even those who want to preserve the liturgy or pray in the spirit of the liturgy, and even those who make great sacrifices to remain faithful to it - all have lost something priceless, namely, the innocence that accepts it as something God-given, something that comes down to man as gift from heaven. Those of us who are defenders of the great and sacred liturgy, the classical Roman liturgy, have all become - whether in a small way or in a big way - liturgical experts. In order to counter the arguments of the reform, which was padded with technical, archæological, and historical scholarship, we had to delve into questions of worship and liturgy - something that is utterly foreign to the religious man. We have let ourselves be led into a kind of scholastic and juridical way of considering the liturgy. What is absolutely indispensable for genuine liturgy? When are the celebrant's whims tolerable, and when do they become unacceptable? We have got used to accepting liturgy on the basis of the minimum requirements, whereas the criteria ought to be maximal. And finally, we have started to evaluate liturgy - a monstrous act! We sit in the pews and ask ourselves, was that Holy Mass, or wasn't it? I go to church to see God and come away like a theatre critic.

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-- Martin Mosebach, The Heresy of Formlessness, Ignatius Press 2003

REMEMBER WHOM IT IS THEY HATE



Spanish Communists take aim at the Sacred Heart.

9 April 2008
WHAT IS ART?

Anyone who has studied fine art in an academic environment is familiar with that question. It is the question that has been asked repeatedly, in different ways, throughout the 20th and 21st centuries, and is still asked in fine art classrooms worldwide. The bulk of modern and postmodern art has been devoted to asking that question, in one way or another, usually by removing some convention that had been assumed to be one of art's defining characteristics to that point. By removing different conventions - pictorialism, originality, corporeality et cetera - modern and postmodern artists have produced minimalism, pop art, conceptual art et cetera.

The question What is art? begs a definition where none is needed; an education in art theory is not necessary for a man to know the difference between art and non-art - merely the sense that God gave a caveman. And like the question What is truth?, no man interested in defending the revelation of the Christian religion, or the worth of everything informed by it through the ages, would ever need to ask it.

To anyone who still thinks, after a century of puerile experiment, that this question is worth asking, I ask the following: Would you want to eat in a restaurant where the chefs were seriously interested in the question What is food??

7 April 2008
The HORNS of MOSES

It is commonly known that Moses, in older art, is usually depicted with horns on his head. The supposed reason for this is also commonly known; every art history teacher informs his students that the Vulgate Bible contains a mistranslation, which resulted in an absurd artistic convention. I myself am disinclined to think that Saint Jerome and fifteen centuries of iconographers were all idiots.

Upon further investigation, I learned that the Hebrew word - keren - that Saint Jerome translated into the Latin as "grew horns" means, literally, "grew horns". His supposed mistake was not knowing that the word also has an idiomatic meaning of "emitted rays of light". Modern scholars, looking at two possible translations for the word, think: Of course! His face began to radiate! How silly that nobody realized this sooner!

This provokes from me the question: How exactly are rays of light shooting out of a man's head any more or less plausible than horns growing? I have never seen either happen. They would be equally miraculous phenomena, and I really cannot say which one a multitude of ancient Hebrews would have found more impressive. I suspect that several centuries of looking at Baroque and Romantic art have accustomed our minds to imagining rays of light shooting out of things. And cinematic special effects have lately influenced our expectations even more. But projecting those expectations back onto the book of Exodus is snobbery.


The ETERNAL CITY



Please pray for Michelle (my betrothed), the Holy Innocents Children's Choir of St. John Cantius Church in Chicago, Father Phillips and certain brothers of the Canons Regular of St. John Cantius as they a-pilgrim in Rome for the next ten days.

May good St. Christopher protect them from all natural and supernatural harm as they travel. May the forces of nature act with benevolence, and may the designs of wicked men be thwarted.


3 April 2008
OUR SAVIOUR on the SPILLED BLOOD



In St. Petersburg.

LATE MEDIAEVAL EVANGELICAL SYMBOLS

I found these curious images in a Dutch database about a year ago; the site appears to have disappeared from the internet, so I do not know their provenience.


































29 March 2008
NEW WEB PAGES

I have finished several new web pages for my small but growing online collection of writings concerning mediaeval art and religion.

The largest and most important of these new web pages concerns the Biblia pauperum and the Speculum humanae salvationis, two of the most important books of the late Middle Ages. These books are indispensable for interpreting the typological juxtapositions in late mediaeval art. The web page includes a description of the books and their significance by my favorite art historian Emile Mâle, and all of the typological pages from a representative example of each book. My hope is that these will not only aid students of mediaeval art, but also inspire contemporary sacred artists to use them as a reference for typology in their own work; they would thus serve the same purpose in the iconoclasm of modernity as they served in the theological poverty of the waning Middle Ages. I put a good deal of time and effort into this project; please take a look and help direct attention to it.

[http://danielmitsui.tripod.com/aaaaa/speculum.html]

I have also transcribed portions of two seminal texts on sacred art. First, the Treatise on Divers Arts by Theophilus the Priest, written in the early 12th century. Second, the Hermeneia of Dionysius of Fourna, an iconographic manual compiled by an 18th century Athonite monk. These books contain specific instructions on the creation of sacred art; I have merely excerpted some introductions and prayers that give a general theology of sacred art.

[http://danielmitsui.tripod.com/aaaaa/theophilus.html]
[http://danielmitsui.tripod.com/aaaaa/hermeneia.html]

And in a more humorous vein, I have created a page containing the complete text of Hucbald of St. Amand's Ecloga de Calvis or In Praise of Bald Men, a 136-line Latin poem written about AD 900. Every word in the poem begins with the letter C.

[http://danielmitsui.tripod.com/aaaaa/calvis.html]

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Please also explore, if you have not already, the other webpages I have created recently:

Emile Mâle ~ General Characteristics of Mediæval Iconography
Emile Mâle ~ The Death of Mediæval Art
Emile Mâle ~ Ars moriendi (The Art of Dying)
A.W.N. Pugin ~ On Chancel Screens and Rood Lofts
William Durandus ~ The Sacred Vestments (Book III of the Rationale divinorum officiorum)

More will be added as time allows.

IMMOLATION

Religious life, like married life, begins again every day. Religious life, like married life, is the life of love. And love never stops still. The expression of any kind of life which is founded on love in inevitably that of sacrifice. Love of God, love of a person, love of an ideal: each involves immolation. The terms of love are unconditional surrender - constantly repeated.

- Dom Hubert van Zeller, OSB, The Yoke of Divine Love

STAN'S CHARACTER FLAWS



If anyone is curious about what I spent my time doing in college, well... click on the image above. Of course it's not autobiographical... this guy's a total jerk.

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