capitolism
I am always reminded, when this subject comes up, of some studying I did in college.
I went to Venice to study art. I took three classes, one of which was an Art History class. That was amazing to me, to see up close and personal the artwork previously available only in books. There really is a very big difference. Color for one thing- no book is going to capture the light of Venice and what it does to particles floating in medium.
In any case, a problem soon materialized for me. When I was growing up, I was a devout Catholic. To the point where at one time I thought I had a vocation. So…the art history classes were all pretty much held in the local churches. Venice is full of them- throw a rock in any direction and you were bound to hit a church which had some artistic treasure. Napolean couldn’t believe how many churches there were, and even razed many.
We were not the only ones looking at the paintings. There were invariably TONS of tourists too- so the priests and monks would celebrate their daily mass, and there I was, in a totally secular situation but in what should have been a very religious one. I found myself often slipping from class and celebrating mass. My teacher understood- after all, he knew what the purpose of the paintings were, how could he blame them for their inspiration?
In many of the more popular churches, it was pure insanity for me. The Tourists just couldn’t get it, that these were working churches, and they looked sort of like museums and not churches, with sections roped off, slippery when wet mop buckets, guard rails stuffed in closets not meant to be seen, and many of the priests and monks sat at little book tables selling things, selling candles, selling rosaries…looking slightly bored and befuddled by the throngs of people taking pictures, gawking, buying rosaries whose purpose and meanings they had no clue of. Outside of the churches also there were often stalls, selling books, rosaries, statuary, etc.
One time we went to a church which was being restored. It felt Holy, and there was nothing going on. We had to pay a special fee to gain access, which I didn’t mind because the money was going to the restoration. When we had looked at the painting, my classmates began putting donations in the till, and lighting candles. It was stupid to do that. The workers’ scaffolding was right over the candle offering, and I don’t think they saw the worker snuff out their candles as we left.
In any case, to bring this long rambling mess to an end, when I went to Shaolin the similarities were striking, with a dash of colonial Williamsburgh thrown in as well. Some of the ‘monks’ were clearly just workers, but others were clearly not. Or maybe, it is not so clear… I think quite a few could see which way the wind was blowing and got out while the getting was good…
I liked Stumble’s ‘double whammy’ analogy. It’s a complicated issue, one which I don’t think an oustider can really fathom. I don’t even think a lot of the principles can really fathom what is really going on there, or what really went down, and what is going down…it’s mostly conjecture.
Anyway, I can’t wait to go back.