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on art and the public domain (or plagiarizing a canon)

   
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There's been a fair amount of media attention given to the latest arrest of graphic artist Shephard Fairey, this time under allegations by the Associated Press that Fairey's iconic "Hope" Poster of President Obama (now hanging in the Smithsonian )was modeled after an AP photo. [make your own Fairey-esque icon here]


The case centers around the idea of "fair use" and is ubiquitous enough as to state (in the copyright law, no less) 

"The distinction between “fair use” and infringement may be unclear and not easily defined." 

Fairey is not the first, nor will he likely be the last. What he has done is renew conversation on whether or not street art can, in fact, be fine art. (The [in]famous British artist Banksy has weighed in in graffiti form in the picture above). Some have dismissed Fairey's work as patently plagiarizing the works of others to pander to wanna-be indie revolutionaries. Others praise his creativity in leveraging the visage of none other than Andre the Giant into a cautionary Big Brother presence. 

Banksy has left his indelible social commentary all over Britain, New York, post-Katrina new Orleans, even the Palestinian walls of the West Bank. Business owners loathe the involuntary advertising that a new Banksy work brings their business, while others seek out the elusive artist for pieces for their personal collections.

Last month the New York Times reported the arrest of "Poster Boy ", a razor-blade whiz that slices peel-and-stick movie and product posters to (re)fashion mashed up displays of political expression and post-consumer dissent.

Meanwhile, in the beats-per-minute arena that is recorded music, Girl Talk is a one-man-mash-up-outfit that samples as many as 300 songs on their latest album. Greg Gillis, like Fairey, believes he is/should be covered by fair use laws and does not seem to fear a music industry that has gone from Big Brother to unmasked Oz since a college kid in Boston made Napster.

****This is not to mention any risks taken on this site by posting songs, links, images and information.****

The truth is, I find meaning, beauty and truth in each of the above artist's works. I think they speak to depths of human issues and experience, and rightly hold a mirror up to some of the shadowy sides of our "civilized" society. I'd even go so far as to say that by speaking truth, to power or otherwise, they become part and parcel of a Divine task.

And in terms of fair use, no one dared ask the Creator of all things for permission to indelibly alter the creation (see picture 2 above, from the Jesus for President tour last year). 

We do this all the time--around the water-cooler, through e-mails and texts. We're constantly swapping information about American Idol, Iran, a boyfriend pranking his girlfriend's hairdryer, whatever. Information is so freely exchanged that newspapers are ceasing daily service while providing comprehensive websites. Even the largest media outlets have cowered to public outcry, providing embeddable video and limitless Facebook and blogging tags.

In my "Introduction to Biblical Literature" Class I always start our conversation with the Gospel of Judas . It's a 4th century text that surfaced a few years back under much published pomp and televised circumstance. Scholars weren't shocked--the Gospel was throughly Gnostic , though it was rightly noted as being among the books denounced by many early church fathers.

I always ask the class to consider whether or not Judas should be included in the canon or not. Their answers vary considerably, but normally there is a palpable sense of unease. Here exists a document that seems to be untrustworthy, but it's origins are reasonably comparable with many of the manuscripts of the New Testament--"In or out?" is suddenly not such an easy question to answer.

A very wise professor in college once said "everyone has a canon within the canon." What he meant was that regardless of how much Christians (or anyone else for that matter) affirm Scripture as "true", we all have certain passages we cling to more closely than others.

I would (and have since) argue that the Canon must always be open. Our Canon is constantly changing as we take in the height, depth and breadth of the created world--as we observe the Divine gift of creativity rightly expressed by others that speaks of truth and beauty.

So, during this season of Lent, we must confess of our own plagiarism.

We confess that we no more came up with our own songs then we lifted them from the birds.

We confess that even our best portraits don't convey the image of God a person bears.

We confess that snapshots of cliffs and waterfalls will never convey the majesty of the real thing.

We confess that our fussing about rights and royalties has more to do with greed than with truth.

We confess that all truth is God's truth, and settling for anything less would just be lying to ourselves.

 

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Posted March 2, 2009
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like a broken record (or Beyonce, Sonseed and a Psalm)

I'm getting sick and while I'm still trying to get out from under the NyQuil hangover, my evening was bookended by a common theme--repetition.


Jen and I were catching up on our TiVo last night and finally got around to watching Saturday Night live from this past week.I'm tempted to talk about how Kenan Thompson for a split second reminded me of the great Chris Farley or how funny Justin Timberlake actually is, which thwarts my loathing of him for being so freakishly good at many things. Somewhere in between Beyonce "performed" songs from her new album, the curiously idiosyncratic "I am Sasha Fierce". ( I hope this identity crisis doesn't go down the way the whole Garth Brooks/Chris Gaines thing did, but now I'm rambling.)

She did one song that she half-sang, half-danced that was something along the lines of "ringtone pop" but it was so catchy that I went to bed with the melody firmly implanted in my brain. Like a broken record, it just kept repeating, on and on and on and on...

Then this morning, while checking my facebook (the 21st century equivalent to walking out and getting the paper) I find a friend has posted this video:


I had heard of this video and resisted watching it, but resistance is, as they say, futile. I DARE you to watch it and not have the infectious bass line in your head. Wait until you check e-mail after lunch and catch that pre-ska rhythm and curiously adorned back-up singers running through your head.

Repetition, supposedly, teaches us things. I can sing every word off the DC Talk "Free at Last" album (seriously, Jen and I quizzed each other on the way to church Sunday). I can do this because I listened to the tape (and CD, once I got my CD player) approximately 38 quadrillion times. Beyonce and "Sonseed" are memorable because the hook-i-ness of their songs repeat so often that you can't get it out of your head without replacing it with another, equally annoying song. (Poe got this--even if you kill "The Raven" there will always be something else)

All these things were running through my mind when I sat down to read my Daily Lectionary readings. I get them by e-mail, which is an awfully lazy way to do any kind of "spiritual discipline", but I like to think it's like having a home gym--it's there, but you still gotta do the work. Anyway, for some reason I don't understand, the Revised Common Lectionary loops through the latter half of the Psalms this year. I've been in Psalm 140-150 the whole year and I've almost got the dang thing memorized because I keep reading it. Today was Psalm 146 (again)

 

DAILY LECTIONARY

Morning: Psalm 146:1-10

[1] Praise the LORD! Praise the LORD, O my soul!
[2] I will praise the LORD as long as I live;
I will sing praises to my God all my life long.

[3] Do not put your trust in princes,
in mortals, in whom there is no help.
[4] When their breath departs, they return to the earth;
on that very day their plans perish.

[5] Happy are those whose help is the God of Jacob,
whose hope is in the LORD their God,
[6] who made heaven and earth, the sea, and all that is in them;
who keeps faith forever;
[7] who executes justice for the oppressed;
who gives food to the hungry.

[8] the LORD opens the eyes of the blind.
The LORD lifts up those who are bowed down;
the LORD loves the righteous.
[9] The LORD watches over the strangers;
he upholds the orphan and the widow,
but the way of the wicked he brings to ruin.

[10] The LORD will reign forever,
your God, O Zion, for all generations.
Praise the LORD!

I find myself saying "Okay God, I get this one--can we move on? Some new material perhaps? I know--I bet this Habakkuk reading will have something good!!"
And today I noticed the repetition. not just of the Psalm in my inbox, but the phrase "the LORD". 

Truth be told, this has quickly become a "new favorite" passage for me but it was, after all, once a song. Maybe even one with an annoying tune that gets stuck in your head. And it reminds me that when I'm tempted to think I'm the one doing all these things--opening blind eyes, watching over strangers, widows, the oppressed and the down-trodden--well, I've seriously lost the plot. 

It's a holy thing to join God in the restoration of all things, but it can wear you down. The vicious cycle of use and abuse is enough repetition to drive anyone mad. 

Maybe we just need to be reminded that God is working it out with and without us.

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Posted November 18, 2008
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