“Dante talks to Brunetto Latini while Virgil observes the sodomites in the rain of fire” — (from Dante’s trilogy, THE DIVINE COMEDY, INFERNO, Canto XV). Copyright, Bodleian Library, University of Oxford.
President Bush will deliver his much anticipated State of the Union Address this evening, Samuel Alito is now a justice on the United States Supreme Court, and the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences relishes from underneath the weight of really, really bad product, and, worse, what was not really, really bad was rejected as not being good enough. Hollywood has discovered the Inferno and they are it. But first, they’ve discovered that the ratings process is mere nidus for a wash sale and we see before the country’s neighborhoods the first pornographic loop advertised falsely by distributor, Focus Features (a subsidiary of GE‘s NBC Universal), as “love story.” It’s allowed the title to scrape past Nickel Street with content no neighborhood would otherwise knowingly hoist upon the neighbors, but called instead “a love story,” pornography and insult is being set as quirky by mere lettering to the lower left.
“Dante and Virgil with Mohamed; a devil threatening the sowers of discord” (Mohamed, among the sowers of discord, is being perpetually disembowled) — (from, Dante’s trilogy, THE DIVINE COMEDY, INFERNO, Canto XXVIII). Copyright, Bodleian Library, University of Oxford.
Elsewhere, Muslims threaten the rest of the world for depicting Muhammad (“PROTESTS OVER MUHAMMAD CARTOON“) — and they are particularly targeting the country of Denmark over caricatures depicted recently in Dane media of the controversial personality. Muslims are impervious to history and the literary canon, because it’s all been done before and many times, and here is but one of those:
“…Dante includes Mohammad and his nephew Ali in Canto XXVIII, the home of the sowers of discord, assigning to them the horrible fate of having their bodies ripped apart. Of them he writes:
“So gaped as one I saw there, from the chin
Down to the fart-hole split as by a cleaver
His tripes hung by his heels; the pluck and spleen
Showed with the liver and the sordid sack
That turns to dung the food it swallows in.
I stood and stared; he saw me and stared back;
Then with his hands wrenched open his own breast,
Crying: “See how I rend myself! What rack
Mangles Mohommed! Weeping without rest
Ali before me goes, his whole face slit
By one great stroke upward from chin to chest!”
(Canto XXVIII, lines 23-33)
And we still have the Academy Awards upcoming: this year, it will be another glimpse of hell.