DREADNOUGHT's take on Madonna is a good deal more sympathetic than that of many in the Catholic world and beyond. He sure has a point about the esthetic centre of gravity within Catholicism.
Like Boy George's early adaptation of Chasidic aesthetics, Madonna's focus is not on guitar churches and easygoing priests, it's on hardline imagery (bleeding Christs, burning cross, hushed confessional stalls) and deeply orthodox doctrine (virginity, redemption, divinity). Ultimately, why shouldn't a dancefloor - that vortex of desire and human interaction - provide yet another venue for sacramental confession?
:: The Upshot ::
Other than being enjoyable per se, such culture-jamming opens the door to a subtle and more effective translation of Catholic ideas into secular orbits. We know that a middle-aged mother of two can make shells of Catholic culture irresistible to same sex attracted men. How much more appealing will real Catholicism appear, if only we have the courage to carry it into the heart of queer culture, if only we confess Christ crucified, even on the dancefloor?
I have to say, she plays with the imagery in a way that I can
understand would cause many people offence and that often leaves me
uncomfortable, but she hasn't managed to empty the symbols of their
genuine power. She may not realize it, but they are greater than she
is. For the time being, I'm willing to give her the benefit of the
doubt.
Now, to answer Dread's first question: John, are you serious?? I can't see it myself. "That vortex" is it all right--insistent, throbbing music, flashing lights … the club dancefloor is the perfect venue for blotting out the still small voice that asks, "What are you doing here?" Is there any space on the dancefloor for someone to recognize contrition for what it is?
As for the second question, I'll venture into the bars on occasion, but I'm always concerned that I may fall into the sin of scandal. If you can show me how to evangelize within queer culture, sign me up.
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