I Manifested a Manifesto!

Thanks to Mr. Lickona for the snazzy title for this upcoming blog series, someday to turn into a Thing In Print – Art For the Sake of Grace.

I’d like to explore how we can bring about a revival of the arts by coming to understand our own role as patrons – the value of supporting artists, the tradition that our Catholic artists can both maintain and add to, and how to tell a cornball from a Work for the Ages. It underscores the value of a liberal arts education even for those who enter other professions – the responsibility remains to invest some of our wealth in the renewal of the culture.

I’m going to be featuring interviews with various Catholic artists over the next several weeks, focusing on getting the word out about whatever their current works include and trying to learn how the Internet has helped them to connect with patrons.

I even linked to Korrektiv, so that means you all have to come over and read. Even you, Churchill.

(Mr. Lickona suggested the lion be holding a copy of Twilight but lo, my graphics skills are meager indeed.)

All That Remains

Via Frank Weathers of Why I Am Catholic

The production blog for All That Remains has lovely photographs and tells of the producers’ visit to Nagasaki. I didn’t know anything about the Peace Memorial Hall for the Atomic Bomb Victims before and the memorial looks beautiful and poignant.

You can contribute to the production of All That Remains at IndieGoGo.

A Wager for the Sanguinoid

If you’ve been around the Catholic blogosphere for a while you know there’s a guy named Chris Sullivan who is from New Zealand (I think) and who always signs his comments with “Peace.”

This is the other Chris Sullivan. (my uncle, so watch yourself.)

Back in the ’90s, I coined the word “sanguinoid” to describe a mental disorder that causes the sufferer to believe that everybody is out to help him; sort of the opposite of paranoia. It seems that this disorder afflicts many people at election times.

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The election just past (meaning the 2010 election) brought out lots of people who believed the “throw the bums out” mantra of the Tea Party and others. This is sort of understandable with young voters who haven’t seen the same performance over and over again, but I was talking to a 72 year-old man that thought the Republicans were going to come in and clean house. If he had adopted my “wager that they’re lying” principle he would not now be disappointed.

Now, clearly it’s in my blood to believe there are liars on both sides, but this bit of mendacity from the president’s official Tumblr is particularly egregious.

Is this supposed to be cute?

The fact that the election is being presented as some kind of referendum on contraception pushes me to despair over how easy it is to manipulate popular opinion in today’s instantaneous-soundbite-world.

And I also wonder – if I can tell that the media is this inept in correctly representing my own belief system, why should I trust in their competence to accurately report on anything else?

There Weren’t Dragons

Thar Be Dragons! gets its due over at OSV – “Just Because It’s Catholic, Doesn’t Mean It’s Good.” It’s a well-written piece by Emily Stimpson, with comments from various folks involved in Catholic media on the sad state of affairs. A snippet:

The list of reasons why Catholic media rarely measures up goes on. There’s the reticence on the part of responsible Christians to make the risky investments that art requires. There’s the shortage of first rate film and communications programs at Catholic universities, the decades of Catholic internecine squabbling which has kept much of the Church’s energies directed inward rather than outward, the distrust of Hollywood and tools of social media, as well as what Vogt and Gan characterize as “false humility” on the part of Catholics.

“It’s easy to fall into the trap of thinking that the Christian message is powerful and compelling enough to stand on its own, that we don’t have to worry about how we present it,” Vogt said.

“The beauty and power of what we have to say can blind us to the importance of the medium,” seconded Gan.

I said what I gotta say over in the comments. Perhaps you should, too? Or just hang out here and let’s make fun of bad movies. In Christian charity, of course.

Oh, fine, here’s what I said: We talk a lot about how to educate and nurture Catholic artists – but not that much about how to educate and nurture Catholic patrons of the arts. The ability to recognize and appreciate Beauty is important whether you are looking for a place to invest your $15 on Kickstarter or drawing up plans to endow a scholarship to film school. I’d be interested to know, in particular, how Catholic universities go about presenting the opportunity to become patrons of the arts to graduates who may not be artistically inclined themselves, but could still help bring about an artistic revival.

Blatant Cross-Promotion

I even referenced The Moviegoer.

Speaking of New Orleans

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Guest posting at a time near the end of the world: Cubeland Mystic

Cubeland has been quite patient, as his tenure was supposed to start several weeks ago, but then I had to go and break the Internet.

Without further ado, I’d like to introduce you to our guest poster until the Ides of March: Cubeland Mystic.

Take it away, hermit!

Soothe the Despondent Beast (Audience Participation)

Is it just me? Or is there more conflict in the air – more stormclouds on the horizon? I’ve been feeling so anxious lately. It’s time to come to the aid of the nation and make another Pandora station.

The question: What do you listen to when it’s time to calm your bad self down?

The Culture of Death…Metal

I just wanted to make a snappy headline. I know that Megadeth isn’t Death Metal. I have Wikipedia.

Dave Mustaine offers an endorsement of Rick Santorum in this article, and also says:

“So, no, rock ‘n’ roll isn’t dead, but the recording industry is like a bunch of bleached bones out in the desert – not a lot of life to it. I mean, when you have guys running record labels who are younger than I am? Come on…

“When I was coming up, there were guys like Irving Azoff and Ahmet Ertegun and Clive Davis and Jimmy Iovine. Those are the big wigs. I laughed my ass off the day I heard that Fred Durst had his own label. I thought that was silly. I mean, here’s a guy who films his own sex tapes – and he’s running a label? I would be ashamed to be on that label.”

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