I Saw a Chapel All of Gold
I saw a chapel all of gold
That none did dare to enter in;
And many, weeping, stood without,
Weeping, mourning, worshipping.
I saw a serpent rise between
The white pillars of the door;
And he forced and forced and forced;
Down the golden hinges tore.
And along the pavement sweet
Set with pearls and rubies bright
All his slimy length he drew
Till upon the altar white
Vomiting his poison out
On the bread and on the wine.
So I turned into a sty
And laid me down among the swine.
- William Blake
"Fortunately, not all have swallowed the nihilistic cant of the postmodern. Art can be defined as having certain characteristics and qualities...Art is uplifting and helps us, in the words of another English poet, William Blake, "To see the world in a grain of sand, and to see heaven in a wild flower". While I have not seen the photographs in question...most viewers, I think, would agree that images of naked, under-age girls, silhouetted and standing provocatively are unacceptable." - Dr. Kevin Donnelly (The Sunday Age - 25/5/08)
Donatello's David.
Alison Croggon, who is "very sad and very angry that this is happening in my country." has all the links, particularly to George Hunka and Nicholas Pickard.
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