“Dumped” Peter Wilsson

I saw, and completely fell in love with, this beautiful glass sculpture at the National Gallery of Art in Melbourne last Friday.  I would have loved to take it home, even though it doesn’t even remotely match the decor of my entire house!  I was mesmerised by the ingenuity and creative vision evident in the final piece.  The title ‘Dumped’ is also really quite evocative of waves and the glass is filled with tiny bubbles, showing the swimmer being tossed around in the surf.

As a kid… this happened a lot to me!  Face planting in the sand in the surf on a semi regular basis is part of growing up in Australia I think!  🙂   The artist is Norweigan born, but current resident of Canberra, Peter Wilsson… and if I had a spare $2790, I would have bought it!

It’s at the Kirra Galleries in the NGV if anyone else has a spare $3k and can’t think of something for me for my next birthday!   😛

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TIL… lots of cool stuff.

Today I learned that that even though we think we are living in an enlightened age of reason, science and technology, there are so many element intrinsic to Western thinking that might as well be purely Medieval.  For example, attitudes towards rape and rape victims really havent changed that much over the last 500 years.  In Renaissance Italy, the bulk of rape incidents happen by a known perpetrator and often in the victims own home, and usually went unreported as the shame and stain on a woman’s character was detrimental to her future.  Women were still frequently considered to have ‘asked for it’, if she has allowed her person to be alone, unguarded, unprotected (fryndlesse) or dressed provocatively.  Many rapists felt they have done nothing wrong and are therefore not repentent about their crimes, this was particularly evident in the case in group or gang rapes where the male agressor/s gain acceptance and reinforcement of their overt masculinities from their cohorts.  Women of lower/servant classes or disenfranchised minorities were often at very high risk of sexual assault due to the protection afforded to their ‘betters’ or more monied counterparts… any of this sounding familiar?  Yep, many of these aspects of rape mentality haven’t gone very far at all, particularly in some of our modern global cultures.

I also learned that eating disorders and anorexia tended to affect the same demographic of young woman in Puritan England that it does now… young women from well to do backgrounds, often with very religious backgrounds whose primarily emotional disturbance is doubt – primarily self doubt.  In Puritan England it was their burgeoning sexuality and the subsequent conflict with their piety that caused that self doubt and following self loathing.  Prescriptions for such melancholias included fasting… but many young women took the fasting treatment as seriously as they took their religion and then endured long term battles with willing periods of not nourishing their ‘traitorous bodies’ that were full of lust and potential for sin.  Modern day women (in the US at any rate, stats for Australia not available due to overzealousness of political correctness) are from the same demographics – tend to be from middle to upper class families with heavy religious backgrounds and similar expectations.  Confusion arises in young teens when puberty, adolescent angst and sexual experimentation leads to self and body perception issues.  Similar results ensue for many sufferers… years of fighting with a very serious condition that results from emotional dissatisfaction and disconnection from one’s own body.

Today I learned that post-partum depression, while much more widely acknowledge and recognizable in modern society, was just as present in Medieval life as it is today.  Perhaps even more so as women had so many children.  Margery Kempe was literally driven mad after the birth of her first child and in the absence of medical or psychological treatment turned to friends, family and townspeople for support. Eventually she turned to Christ for salvation and claimed it was only His divine intervention and her continued desire to please Christ that kept her from relapsing through the birth of her next 13 children.  But she ended up mad as pants in the end anyway according to her neighbours – which is by way of saying, she became one of those ‘uppity’ women of the Middle Ages who refused to be controlled by the social constraints of the time.  And after 14 kids, I think she deserves to be as free and uncontrolled as she wants to be!

I also learned that witches had consensual and emotionally fulfilling, sometimes long term, sexual relations with devils and demons that visited them in the night to ‘suckle at their genitalia’!  That presumed witches don’t float for a reason (but that’s a much longer story for another time) and that witch-hunting was a systematised and very lucrative business.  🙂

This conferences has been so full of amazing papers, wonderful people and interesting facts that I can’t wait for the next one – which is at the University of Queensland in 2015.

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The Uses of Violence…

  • Rape and Ritual in Renaussance Italy: The Normalization of Violence?
  • “What shee hath often seene”: Family Violence in Pre-Modern Ireland

Witchcraft in Translation… 

  • The Witch-Finder General: The Matthew Hopkins Pamphlett.
  • Sleeping With Devils: The Sexual Witch in the Seventeenth Century England.
  • Glanvill in Germany: Translating an English Debate on Witchcraft and Spirits.

Medieval and Early Modern Echoes in Healthcare… 

  • Margery Kempe and Postnatal Psychosis: Going ‘owt of hir minde’.
  • Vesalius Writing on the Body of Medicine: from translation to Direct Observation.
  • Puberty and Eating Disorders in Puritan England.

Qualities of Kings: The Representation of Medieval English Monarchs…

  • The Portrait of Henry the Young King in the History of William Marshall.
  • How to Construct a King: The Correspondence of Edward I and Llwelyn ap Gruffydd
  • ‘Sodenly he was changed into a new man’: The Self-fashioned Masculinity of Henry V

If I’m ever in trouble, I want this guy to defend me.

The ANZAMEMS conference has been awesome. I have attended some fantastic papers on lots of interesting topics.  It turns out that we are not going to be getting access to the conference papers at the end and they’re not being published anywhere… which is a bit disappointing given it’s impossible to get to all the sessions.  I imagine the big conferences like Leeds would be even worse for trying to picking and choosing which panels to attend.  Oh well, thems the breaks. I went to panels on –

Thinking Through Animals

  • Robert Henryson’s fabulous ‘Maner of translatioun”: ‘perfite studie” getting “science”.
  • Anthropomorphism: Animal versus Human Nature in William Baldwin’s ‘Beware the Cat’ and William Caxton’s ‘The History of Reynard the Fox’
  • Prosecuting Animals as Criminals in Late Medieval Europe*

Heresy, Witchcraft and Deviance

  • The Cultural Work of Witchcraft – Salem 1692
  • The Cultural Translation of Demonic Possession from England to Bermuda: “A True Narrative of the Grevious Afflicition of Roger Sterrop in Somer Islands”
  • “Arnalda de la Motta: The Ministry of a Female Perfect

Gendered Practices

  • Til Death Do Us Part – Practice of Divorce during the Merovingian period.
  • English Cistercian Nuns and their Interactions with Cistercian Commissioners and the Cistercian General Chapter in the 15th-16th Centuries.
  • Grandmothers and Granddaughters: Four Generations of Medici Women at the Grand Ducal Court

I learned lots of cool stuff yesterday including but not limited to the fact that the Christian Church during the Merovingian period would absolutely not tolerate bigamous relations in amy form amongst royal families at the time, however incestuous ones, so long as they were formed before the Church knew anything about them were pretty much in the clear.

The Eleanora of Aragon was a lot tougher and smarter chicky then I knew her to be and she really doesn’t get enough credit for running the entire kingdom while her husband was off gallivanting about at war.  Same of the Medici broads, generations of them effected royal houses for centuries and they ranged from being the most forebearing and hard done by, to being powerfully manipulative and sympathy worthy political pawns!

*The most interesting talk I heard though was on ‘Prosecuting Animals as Criminals in Late Medieval Europe.  In 1522, in Autun France, the local townspeople sued the town’s rats for having eaten and created great damage to the town’s granaries.  The rats were duly given a lawyer, one Bartolome Chaussime (who would later become the Chief Justice of the Supreme Cout in Provence) and the trial was conducted exactly like any other.  The day of trail arrives and unfortunately the Defendants failed to appear in court.  Chaussime, clever lawyer that he is, claimed his clients refused to attend court due to the prejudicial language in the summons which called them ‘dirty, grey, scoundrelous thieves’.  The judge was forced to agree and held the trial date over saying the Claimants  would have to moderate the language in the summons in order to reflect the not yet proven guilty status of the Defendants… and a new trial date was set.

On the next trial date, there was once again, a notable absence of Defendants in the courtroom.  At this point the townspeople were outraged, but the lawyer for the Defence calmly stated that his clients were confused, that the writ of summons was too vague that among themselves, they did not know which of them needed to appear in court, that they thought others of their community would be in attendance and that the net result is that none attended!  The judge agreed and instructed the Claimants to be more specific in identifying their wrong-doers so that a proper summons might be drafted and a new court date set.

The next court date duly arrived (you can really tell the court appointed lawyer is being paid by the hour!) and still there was no Defendants.  On this occasion Chaussime argued that his clients being largely illiterate had not been able to read if the summons applied to them as individual rats of the town of Autun and therefore had not been able to understand if they were required.  The judge, in his wisdom, agreed that this of course was a conundrum and decreed that the summons should be read from every pulpit in every church throughout the town for two weeks before the next court date could be set.  Thus the trial was further delayed.

Finally, yet another court date occurred, and by now it was turning into quite the public spectacle.  And yet, on this occasion, again the Defendants failed to appear!  Their clever lawyer however said that his Clients, the rats, could not appear in court due to fear for their lives from the cats belonging to the good townspeople of Autun, and it was fear of capture and/or persecution that kept the rats from attending the court.  At which time also, the clever Chaussime applied to the court for a guaranteed right of safe passage and a protection order to enable the rats to attend court – this would involve the townspeople restraining, binding or otherwise keeping in their cats for the duration.

Well, this the townspeople thought was ridiculous!  (LOL) And they flatly refused to bind their cats in order that the rats might be able to attend court and rightly be brought to justice for their heinous crimes committed in the granary and against the townspeople of Autun… therefore the judge was forced to dismiss the case!

The whole thing is so exquisitely absurd that you couldn’t make it up if you tried.  There were also lots of other examples of animal trials in the Medieval period, including a tragic and slightly alarming story about a sow.  But there have been awesome little gems of information in every presentation like this… so I am having a ball!   If I can find the time I am considering doing some research into animal trials myself and may perhaps do a research collegium at Festival if people are interested.  🙂

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Roman d’Alexandre, Tournai, 1338-1344. (Bodleian Library, MS. Bodl. 264, fol. 94v)

Couldn’t find a manuscript image of rats in the granary on short notice, so I’ve given you monkeys into the wine instead!  🙂

Valentinus (Saint, apparently) would be rolling in his grave!

“Saint Valentine (in Latin, Valentinus) is a widely recognized 3rd century Roman saint commemorated on February 14th and associated since the High Middle Ages with a tradition of ‘courtly love’. Nothing is reliably known of St. Valentine except his name and the fact that he died on February 14th on Via Flaminia in the north of Rome.”  So, well we might ask, what on god’s green earth does this have to do with flowers and chocolates?

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I’ve often railed against Valentine’s Day, as being nothing more than yet another Hallmark Holiday that we are all sucked into through societal pressure.  And I’m damn sure this particular holiday bites the big one for the long term singleton as much as it does for the long time encoupled.  If you’re in a relationship, there’s a ridiculous expectation that you’ll do something special for your partner… like you shouldn’t be showing them every single day in a million little ways how much you appreciate their presence in your life!  If you’re in the newly partnered category, then there’s the almost hysterical expectations game to play ‘what if I don’t do enough?’ or even worse, ‘what if I over do it?’  How traumatic!  And if you’re recently single well, it’s just another miserable reminder of how society expects us all to pair up and live happily ever after! 

Valentines Day is a veritable minefield out there…!

And there’s plenty of angst to go round.  Here is my list of 10 Reasons to Seriously Dislike Valentines Day and Why You Should Boycott It Entirely If You Can!

1. What if only one of you wants to celebrate it:  It’s no fun if you celebrate Valentine’s Day in a relationship… by yourself.  If your partner doesn’t like celebrating this arbitrary mass consumerist day of official romance, then you’re left to look around at all the other lovers who are really into it and wondering why that can’t be you. (Sorry Mr K, I am just not of a romantic frame of mind… far too pragmatic for my own good perhaps!)

2. It’s THE Hallmark Holiday from Hell.  Let’s face it, these days most holidays are money-makers.  Retailers are out there with the Easter eggs and hot cross buns straight after Christmas.  But it’s not just the card shops, chocolatiers and florists who are out there wanting to pick your wallet on this particular Day de Hallmark… Nope. The restaurants, gift shops and jewellers are all hankering after your Valentines dollars too!

3. Expectations are Stoopidly high.  Some women have ridiculously, sometimes extremely so, high expectations when it comes to this magical Day O’ Love.  Any one little misstep and it’s all over.  Show up late?  Bzzt!  Weather gods not co-operating with your al fresco dinner reservations?  Oh the tragedy!  The image of perfect romantic bliss is immediately defenestrated and you can only but hope to redeem yourself next year!  Sigh… So much unnecessary pressure!  And for what?

4. You don’t have a “Valentine” on this Random Romantic Day in February:   OMG.  Quelle horreur!  How can you face it?  How hard is it to walk outside and be thrust into a plethora of romantic and demonstrably happy couples having spent a fortune on unnecessary dead florae and superfluous calories… err I mean, canoodling lovingly with each other. Talk about depressing! Steady yourself, carry on regardless and take heart in knowing that more breakups occur around Valentine’s Day than any other time of year.  (Perhaps that’s a result of that whole ‘expectations’ and ‘pressure’ equation again!)

5. It’s the only day you feel appreciated. There are 365 days in a year, so why is Valentine’s Day the only time we are encouraged to go out of our way to demonstrate our enjoyment and appreciation of our significant others?  I think it might be time to rethink the general approach.  If you can’t or don’t make the effort to make your special person know how you feel on the other 300 odd days in the calendar, then why bother on this one day? Why is February 14th so damn special?  And if these romantic displays are so necessary for relationship bliss, shouldn’t we have more than only 1 out of 365 days where we are reminded to do just that?

6. V-Day can leave people thinking their relationships are inadequate.  On the opposite side of the spectrum, perhaps you could be perfectly content in your relationship. But because your significant other didn’t send you the enormous (‘Oh, I’m so embarrassed!’ but secretly pleased and feeling more than a little smug) bouquet to your work and go all out for Valentine’s Day, it may unnecessarily leave you questioning how much he or she really cares.  Comparing the dynamics of your relationship to those around is a moot point.  No two relationships are alike… and would you actually want them to be all the same??  Noooo!  Of course not.

7. My gift is better than yours.  Ooh, yeah.  Valentine’s Day one-upmanship can bring out the best/worst/most competitive behaviour in some men since every Grand Final Day in September.  If you have a social group where the girlfriends flaunt their gifts in your face, Valentine’s Day can become a dangerous day for comparisons.  Whoops, my blue collar is showing, therefore I mustn’t love you as much as Mr Cufflinked executive with his high disposable income obviously loves his partner.  Don’t get suckered in!  You can’t put a price on affection… well you can, but it usually comes by the hour and tends towards the fleeting.  😉

8. Oh dear, you can’t get over the past.   For some, Valentine’s Day used to mean something – this might have been in the 10th grade where your first boyfriend, who you affectionately referred to as the Cookie Monster, gave you an ID bracelet with some mushy and/or insipid inscription in it!  Or it might have been when your husband showered you with something special on your first Valentine.  Well, now your Cookie Monster is married to someone who hates you, and/or the man of your dreams is your ex-husband!  So every time Valentine’s Day brings with it dismal memories.  Can’t get over the past, but it’s time to get over yourself!!  While I despise its very existence, Valentines Day, strangely enough, isn’t all about you.

9. It can be a really one-sided holiday.  Just have a look around you in the media and even in your very home.  How many trees had to die to make the enormous plethora of junk mail leaflets from every damn florist and jewellery store in town – complete with trite little love heart pendants on the cover – to try and get your retail dollar.  Ladies, if you carry the mentality that it’s all about us, then this could part of the reason why partners become so ambivalent on the topic. Are you giving your guy anything special? Are you spending money on him? Do you treat him to something nice? Or do you expect it all coming your way.  If so, maybe, you should.  Remember a blowjob is the masculine equivalent of giving a bouquet of roses… or so I’m told.

10. Then there’s the ‘what should I get?’ Other than the typical flowers and chocolates, it can become extremely difficult to come up with a unique gift that really melts your significant other’s heart.  And this one only gets worse the longer the two of you are together.  You’re getting older – have Platinum Visa and are prepared to use it whenever required – what’s left for you to buy for one another?  It’s the Christmas gift giving nightmare all over again with barely two months grace! Why do we put ourselves through this crap just because it’s February 14th?

I SAY NO! BOYCOTT VALENTINES DAY!  Celebrate your relationship once a week, once a fortnight, once a month… stuff this once a year things when the price of flowers goes through the roof!

Save the subterranean water tables in Kenya from avaricious florists! Save the Amazonian rainforests from pulp mills for cards that will be rapidly discarded!  Save the poor chocolates from certain destruction… will someone please, think of the chocolates!  But most of all, save yourselves!  We’re all being conned.

Until next year, when I will no doubt rant about this again – Happy Random Day of Romance Ending In Y!