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The Michelangelo code: The genius of the Sistine Chapel was rude, puerile and a tad pornographic
Times Online UK ^ | March 5, 2006 | Waldemar Januszczak

Posted on 03/18/2006 4:40:46 AM PST by billorites

You know that famous Adam on the Sistine Chapel ceiling whose fingers are nearly touching God’s but not quite? Well, I’ve stroked him. I’ve run my hand along his naked body, and I’ve slapped that big, muscled thigh of his. Not a hard slap, mind you. Just a soft slap of affection that ended on a rub. I’ve even stroked his sweet little willy. I know I shouldn’t have done. But I couldn’t stop myself. And it was probably the single most exciting moment I have had in art.

How did I come to touch the naked Adam high up on the Sistine ceiling? Well, a couple of decades ago the ceiling was being cleaned in a huge restoration campaign that lasted many years and cost many zillions of yen. Why yen? Because the cleaning was being paid for by a Japanese television station. How did a Japanese television station get involved? That’s a long story. Basically, the Japanese were charmed out of their money by the last pope, the one before Uncle Fester. While planting kisses on the airport tarmacs of the world, the Polish pope fetched up in Japan, where he met the wife of the owner of a local cable-television station who happened to be a Catholic. Japan has a tiny but fierce Catholic population left over from the days of St Francis Xavier, the apostle of the Indies. The owner’s wife was one of those. She pestered her husband, a Buddhist, until finally, in the name of eternal peace, he agreed to fund the entire Sistine restoration.

As it happens, I had some projects on the go at the time with the same television station, and with a bit of ruthless wheedling of my own was able to persuade the man at the Vatican who was in charge of Japanese TV access to let me climb the scaffold while the cleaning was in progress.

I sneaked up there a few times. And under the bright, unforgiving lights of television, I was able to encounter the real Michelangelo. I was so close to him I could see the bristles from his brushes caught in the paint; and the mucky thumbprints he’d left along his margins.

The first thing that impressed me was his speed. Michelangelo worked at Schumacher pace. Adam’s famous little penis was captured with a single brushstroke: a flick of the wrist, and the first man had his manhood. I also enjoyed his sense of humour, which, from close up, turned out to be refreshingly puerile. If you look closely at the angels who attend the scary prophetess on the Sistine ceiling known as the Cumaean Sibyl, you will see that one of them has stuck his thumb between his fingers in that mysteriously obscene gesture that visiting fans are still treated to today at Italian football matches. It means something along the lines of: how would you like this inserted into your rectum, ragazzo?

Another figure I touched while the restorers’ backs were turned was a biblical character called Booz, who appears in the Old Testament as a kindly Jew who marries a much younger woman, Ruth, from a different tribe.

Michelangelo didn’t see Booz as kindly. Michelangelo saw him as stupid and senile. His Booz has escaped from an episode of Steptoe and Son where he played the dad. With his Jimmy Hill chin and a nose like a bottle opener, this ’orrible little man gibbers away at a miniature version of himself stuck onto the end of a stick. It’s a seriously rude piece of characterisation.

I remember all this now because a chance to know the real Michelangelo better is also heading your way. Opening soon at the British Museum is the largest Michelangelo exhibition of recent years: an extravagant selection of his drawings. Getting close to Michelangelo is tricky because so little of what he did is portable. You obviously cannot move the Sistine ceiling, or the giant David, or that thunderous Moses embedded in the tomb of Julius II in Rome. The extra-large scale of a typical Michelangelo commission makes it terribly difficult to put him into exhibitions. Unless you feature his drawings. Britain is lucky to possess lots of them. The Queen owns some choice ones. The Ashmolean Museum in Oxford has a funny little sketchbook for the Sistine Chapel. But the biggest depository of all is the British Museum, which is sitting on a basement full of Michelangelo sketches. Something like 600 pages of his drawings have survived, and about 100 of these are going on show in London. These drawings won’t only emphasise his thrilling skill as a draughtsman – although God knows they’ll do that; they will also reveal how his mind works. Which isn’t necessarily a good thing. Because as his letters home to his family make hilariously clear, the divine Michelangelo could be devilishly mean, grumpy, possessive, sneaky, suspicious and paranoid.

The creator of this show is a jolly British Museum scholar called Hugo Chapman, who used to work at Christie’s, and who has about him that pleasingly crumpled air that you get with English eccentrics who are too busy thinking great things to worry about the stains on their tie.

I met with Hugo in the bowels of Hogwarts – sorry, I meant in the staff corridors of the British Museum – and he led me down into the cellars, where there’s a vault in which the Michelangelo drawings are stashed. Hugo pulled out one after another and we examined them at our leisure. It was just the two of us in there.

When you go to see this show, one of the first things you’ll notice is that it is not packed with obvious masterpieces. Rather, it’s full of scraps, fragments, quick ideas. Most of the sheets came directly from Michelangelo’s studio. The Buonarotti family kept them together after his death for 300 years, and only began dispersing them in the 19th century, when the art market soared to the first of its crazy peaks. Michelangelo used these drawings to work out his ideas for bigger works – there’s a stupendous sequence of studies for the figures on the Sistine ceiling – or sometimes as teaching aids for his students.

Hugo Chapman, who giggles a lot, likes particularly to giggle at the notion that Michelangelo was a very bad teacher. Some of the most fascinating pages in the exhibition show Michelangelo correcting the work of his pupils, and it’s immediately clear that his main teaching technique was to outshine them at every stage in order to make them feel feeble and inadequate. To prove this, Hugo picks out a sheet with lots of staring eyes on it, in which the various weak hands having a go at drawing an eye are shown up by the two eyes Michelangelo adds. Why were all of Michelangelo’s pupils mediocrities? Because that’s how he preferred it. Read his letters, and you’ll see this same thunderous insecurity and meanness of spirit being directed at his family.

The puerile streak that I had noticed on the Sistine ceiling is also in evidence in the drawings. Peep into the corner of a sheet covered with heroic warriors’ heads and you’ll find a cheerful little chappie, as Hugo puts it, “having a dump”. Michelangelo hasn’t only captured perfectly the contentment on his happy little face, but also the fresh curl of his excretions, brought to a point like ice cream in a cone.

Because he was so parsimonious, the great man would invariably draw on both sides of the paper, or in the margins, or over the top of other things. Some of the drawings have poems worked out on them, or drafts of his notoriously grumpy letters, or even his expenses. They convey a fantastic sense of a real and busy life, and have none of that unshakable sense of purpose to them that distinguishes the drawings of Leonardo da Vinci. One sheet from Oxford has a song on it, a skull, a horse, a rider, a vase, a ladder, a pyramid, and finally another little chap in the corner with his legs around his neck, showing you his tackle. What are those phallic-shaped knobs and balls further up the page? Why, they’re knobs and balls.

Among the most striking of the drawings is the famous portrait of Andrea Quaratesi, with whom the ageing Michelangelo is said to have fallen in love. It’s such a beautiful thing – a black chalk head-and-shoulders of a pretty boy made noble and deep by the introspection in his eyes. Whatever did or didn’t happen between them, Michelangelo in his drawing has given Andrea the ultimate lover’s gift: an immortal presence. Andrea was one of the great man’s most useless pupils, and seems to have been responsible for some of the most cack-handed efforts preserved in the show. “Andrea abbi patientia,” writes Michelangelo in his lovely script beneath the many bad attempts to draw an eye. “Andrea, have patience.”

All this is fascinating. It brings a genius to life, and makes him human, and tangible. But that’s not why you need to see this show. You need to see this show because it will take your breath away again and again. Around the time he was painting the Sistine ceiling, Michelangelo also began drawing with red chalk, and with this gorgeous medium, with its heightened tinge of drama, he produced some of his most stunning figure studies. There’s one here for Adam, the familiar reclining pose so naturally achieved, even though, if you try it, it’s impossible to do.

Red chalk is particularly suited to the evocation of naked flesh, and it is in the suite of male nudes, stretching, rearing, gliding, that Michelangelo’s genius is most clearly revealed. The whole show is a love song to the masculine muscle. Thighs, torsos, six-packs, pecs – those are the bits of the body that thrilled him most. But tear your eyes away, if you can, from these red chalk masterworks, and other aspects of his genius become easier to spot. He had an instinctive ability to see a pose in three dimensions. It’s a sculptor’s talent. Very few artists have it. The other day at Kenwood House I was looking at a wonderful Turner of some fishermen pulling their catch from a boat. Everything about this fine painting – the rough sea, the sense of climate, the moist atmospherics – was perfectly done. But the fishermen weren’t really leaning, or pulling. The figure in motion was beyond Turner. But it’s never beyond Michelangelo.

Although he complained ceaselessly about the scrounging of his family, it was from these Buonarottis that he received his most precious inheritance: the constitution of a horse. The 89 years Michelangelo spent on Earth were a lot more than most artists of his times were granted. This unusually long life enabled him to have many phases, all of which are recorded in the drawings. Near the end of his life he produced a series of crucifixions. I held the most moving of them up to the light and saw immediately that the man who drew this could barely hold his quill. His hands were shaking. He couldn’t finish a straight line. So he broke the cardinal artistic rule and used a ruler for Christ’s cross. But the shadowy Jesus that this old man was trying to draw is one of the most moving sights in Michelangelo’s art. What love there is in this shaky effort. What fire. What sadness.


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To: billorites

Here we see a talented author so suffused in his petty spite that damning with faint praise is not near enough, no, he finds it necessary to shout it to the very heavens above.


61 posted on 03/18/2006 1:51:31 PM PST by Old Professer (The critic writes with rapier pen, dips it twice, and writes again.)
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To: Ditter

All the famous people were gay, where's the fun in laying it off on your lazy brother-in-law?


62 posted on 03/18/2006 1:53:16 PM PST by Old Professer (The critic writes with rapier pen, dips it twice, and writes again.)
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To: bereanway
Booz
63 posted on 03/18/2006 1:56:04 PM PST by Old Professer (The critic writes with rapier pen, dips it twice, and writes again.)
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To: Willie Green

Willie Green lecturing on his willie, isn't that famous.


64 posted on 03/18/2006 2:00:09 PM PST by Old Professer (The critic writes with rapier pen, dips it twice, and writes again.)
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To: Moshikashitara

[fragments of a discussion of righteous outrage regarding
the use of something rumored to be spelled had've]

>>>What makes this usage especially fatuous, to my mind, is that you can't
>>>even spell it (had've?....had of?) ....

>>Because you can't spell it, it's worse? Speaking came before writing,
>>you know.

>Considerably worse. If it were just a solecism that could rationally be
>spelled, then its use would merely indicate ignorance of the correct usage
>(for example, "would've" when the subjunctive "had" should be used). But
>"had've" - presumably short for "had have" or "had of" - is an error that
>can't make any sense at all when reduced to writing, which only highlights
>its total absurdity.

There are lots of words you can't spell (that's a generic you; nothing personal :-) because they're essentially part of the spoken language and haven't received an Official Spelling.
They're frequently contractions of phrases that have become so ossified that they're effectively single words, some nonce forms like whatchamacallit, others hyphenation flamebait like flame-bait, some too naughty to use in ordinary writing, like /jÍz@m/; and a select few that are actual ongoing changes in the grammar of English, like woulda, shoulda, gotta, couldna, wanna, gonna, hafta, usta and the like.

There are some new suffixes and prefixes getting ready to be grammaticalized, and in (what used to be) the normal course of events these would generate some new inflectional morphology for English to replace some of what it lost over the last millenium. Technological society, however, is a totally new environment for language propagation and change, and all bets are off.

One of these new suffixes is apparently what gets spelled variously as -'ve, of, or -a, as in should've, should of, shoulda, representing a pronunciation that loses the /v/ almost all the time in rapid speech (listen to what others actually say for a while and then you'll be ready for the shock of listening to what you say instead of what you think you (ought to) say), coming out as a shwa suffix /-@/.

This seems to be tied up in many people's minds with the subjunctive, which is reasonable because it appears most often with modal auxiliary verbs, the lexical instantiation of modality. I've been puzzling over had've since the first post, but in fact I can't remember encountering it in the affirmative. I have encountered hadn't've or hadna in speech, but only in the negative; I think it's a polarity item.


If you hadn't've gone and insulted him, there wouldn't've been any trouble.
I suspect much of the rancor that greets spellings of had've is compounded by the fact that it's extraordinarily strange in an affirmative context. In a negative context, it's a mimic or variation of the more literate if you hadn't insulted him produced by adding an epenthetic shwa (i.e, one little uh - had-n-a instead of had-n), possibly just to link with the following past participle, and it sounds fairly normal because it sets up a parallelism between the clauses.

/haedn.@/ || /wUdn.@/
hadn't'a || wouldn't'a

This is a Perfective construction; that is, it uses -- or overuses -- the perfective auxiliary have. Like the perfect, the English subjunctive is ripe for such a restructuring. We have occasions where we'd like to use it, like speakers of any language, but what's left of the English subjunctive morphology is close enough to useless that many people don't bother with it, or misunderstand it when they hear it used, or read it. Certainly they're not taught about it in school. So they go with what they know.

What other choice do they have? After all, they're alive and so is the language they're speaking. And this is not a mere metaphor. There's no such thing as a mere metaphor.

It's not entirely clear whether we speak a language or it speaks us.




- John Lawler Linguistics Department and Residential College University of Michigan



"Language is the most massive and inclusive art we know, a - Edward Sapir
mountainous and anonymous work of unconscious generations."


65 posted on 03/18/2006 2:04:10 PM PST by Old Professer (The critic writes with rapier pen, dips it twice, and writes again.)
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To: MineralMan

Working real hard to remain an atheist, wre we?


66 posted on 03/18/2006 2:06:23 PM PST by Old Professer (The critic writes with rapier pen, dips it twice, and writes again.)
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To: Old Professer

"Working real hard to remain an atheist, wre we?"

Well, if you left out an "e", those days were the days when I was working really hard to stay a believer.

If you substituted a "w" for an "a", then no, it's not hard. I find the scriptures of all religions interesting now. I'm not trying to memorize them anymore, though. Nobody's handing out cool plaques like they were when I was 16. Odd that that was enough to convince me of the value of memorizing the four Gospels. Ah, well...it still serves me in good stead occasionally.


67 posted on 03/18/2006 2:26:52 PM PST by MineralMan (godless atheist)
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To: MineralMan

As usual, I saw that "w" just as the screen was clearing after hitting "post."

You answered my question so to answer yours, the stinking "a" key and the "w" key are too close together for my clumsy fingers.


68 posted on 03/18/2006 3:13:11 PM PST by Old Professer (The critic writes with rapier pen, dips it twice, and writes again.)
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To: Old Professer
Willie Green lecturing on his willie, isn't that famous.

Nah... I don't post THAT kind of personal information on the internet...
besides, if I did, it would render Michelangelo's depiction of penile perfection as flawed and immature...
No... such things are best left to the imagination...

69 posted on 03/18/2006 3:27:33 PM PST by Willie Green (Throw the bums out!!! ............ALL OF THEM.)
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To: VOA; GatorGirl; maryz; afraidfortherepublic; Antoninus; Aquinasfan; livius; goldenstategirl; ...

We let Satan target for us. We committed a terrible crime, killing innocent men, women and children. It was a Cathedral, not a military target. Satanic.


70 posted on 03/18/2006 3:31:29 PM PST by narses (St Thomas says “lex injusta non obligat”)
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To: billorites

the first paragraph is a real show-stoppper. If the writer's intent was to alienate, job well done.


71 posted on 03/18/2006 3:34:04 PM PST by Spruce (Keep your mitts off my wallet)
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To: manwiththehands
Stopped reading after this.

Me Too. What a Silly Goose.

72 posted on 03/18/2006 3:40:54 PM PST by Pompah
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To: american colleen; Lady In Blue; Salvation; narses; SMEDLEYBUTLER; redhead; Notwithstanding; ...
Catholic Ping - Please freepmail me if you want on/off this list


73 posted on 03/18/2006 3:48:45 PM PST by NYer (Discover the beauty of the Eastern Catholic Churches - freepmail me for more information.)
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To: billorites

Fascinating article- thanks for posting it.

For anyone interested in the era(s) when this remarkable artist lived- The Agony and the Ecstasy (Irving Stone) is required reading.


74 posted on 03/18/2006 3:54:52 PM PST by SE Mom (God Bless those who serve..)
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To: Old Professer

Lecturing me on my grammar and improper contractions, eh? Lol.

I suppose I should pay more attention to those things.. :)

~Moshi-chan


75 posted on 03/18/2006 5:22:19 PM PST by Moshikashitara (GOD BLESS THE USA! ~Proud to be an American 24/7/365!~ Support our Troops!)
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To: MineralMan

I must have bought an outlet mall edition of the King James translation that I'm looking at. It's spelled "Boaz" in this one. Oh no! They're all misprints...none of them have "Booz". I'll have to try to find an "authorized" King James version, no doubt.


76 posted on 03/18/2006 5:42:41 PM PST by damper99
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To: Moshikashitara

If it were up to a vote, I'd go for it.


77 posted on 03/18/2006 5:45:02 PM PST by Old Professer (The critic writes with rapier pen, dips it twice, and writes again.)
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To: MineralMan

My beloved KJV says "Boaz".


78 posted on 03/18/2006 5:56:16 PM PST by b9 ("the [evil Marxist liberal socialist Democrat Party] alternative is unthinkable" ~ Jim Robinson)
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To: manwiththehands
"Stopped reading after this ..."

Yup, me, too. And, lo, and behold, right after your post is the "Gay Page Award" rainbow. How did I know that?

79 posted on 03/18/2006 6:02:24 PM PST by redhead (Alaska: Step out of the bus and into the food chain...)
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To: MineralMan

Didn't he mean Boaz, from the Book of Ruth, if I recall correctly?


80 posted on 03/18/2006 6:04:47 PM PST by WashingtonSource (Freedom is not free.)
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