THE SUBJECT of household dirt can be interesting, as is demonstrated by the discussions here on whether guests should take off their shoes. However, a new exhibit at the scientific Wellcome Center in London apparently approaches the topic with the sort of postmodern confusion and glorification of ugliness that make visiting contemporary art exhibits the metaphysical equivalent of root canal. 

“Dirt: The Filthy Reality of Everday Life” includes an installation (what is “installation” but a term for grotesque and stupid conceptual art?) by artist Santiago Sierra made of human excrement and a sculpture comprised of a window so dirty one cannot see the glass. These are suppposed to spark thrilling meditations, thoughts that could easily be inspired by a few hours of normal housecleaning. The exhibit appears to be big on the idea of our “ambivalence” toward dirt, as if the centuries of innovation in cleanliness represent a neurotic, Freudian flirtation with disorder.

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Jill Farris writes:

I suppose that a museum exhibit of filth is the logical next step in human sinfulness.

When homosexuals insist that their perversions must be recognized as committed love worthy of the honor of marriage vows…aren’t they displaying their filth and calling it “good”?

When the Man/boy/love perverts push to get the age of “consensual” sex (whatever that means) lowered so that the rape of an innocent child is considered lawful is that not displaying filth and calling it “good”?

Imagine “cultured” human beings standing around at a museum open house (perhaps paying expensive ticket prices) with little paper plates of fancy finger foods…..and what are they doing? Standing in front of dirt and human poop and talking about it as if it is “worthy” of contemplation. Isn’t this a picture of hell?

May God save us.

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