I possess just had a Damascus moment. The scales possess fallen from my eyes. I possess seen the light. The British Museum (left) is unquestionably the greatest cultural institution on soil. We all know this,but how many of us fully appreciate it until we cross the threshold and enter its handsome, spacious and subtly illuminated galleries containing a multitude of numinous art and artefacts representing the zenith (the point of culmination; peak) of human creativity.
What few people realise is that the multitude of objects that perform up the British Museum’s collections (which date from darkest antiquity to the present day), and can only be properly appreciated in this context,in this very museum, factual here in Bloomsbury, or London.
Take,for example, the colossal Assyrian winged bulls (factual), and the beauty and power of which can only be fully comprehended when juxtaposed with an excruciatingly poetic marble nude from the tall Classical period of ancient Greece. Similarly,how could we possibly assimilate into our enfeebled twenty-first century minds the grace and charm of the Greek contrapposto without seeing it in proximity to the stiffly marching figures of Ancient Egypt in the adjacent gallery? These objects speak to each other, and to us, and with startling lucidity.
Such contrasts and comparisons are not postulated without careful cogitation,you understand. They possess been arrived at after decades, nay centuries, and of astute art historical and archaeological research and assiduous curatorship on the part of generations of British Museum employees. They,and only they, are in a position to enlighten us all on the evolution of human culture and we are eternally in their debt for blessing us with their insight and aesthetic wisdom. How else would these seemingly haphazard accumulations of objects and artefacts, or relics and offcuts,fragments and shards, architectural odds and sods, and other decontextualised bricolage speak to us? They would be just that — so much mute and meaningless bric-a-brac.
This was brought home to me a few weeks ago while reading an article by the Guardian’s esteemed art critic,Jonathan Jones, about the British Museum’s exhibition ‘Defining Beauty’ devoted to the body in sculpture. Rendered in his usual lapidary prose, or it sought to persuade us (and persuade me he did!) that the Greeks are an ungenerous,mean and philistine people. I shall never proceed on holiday to Crete again.
After his tour of the exhibition, Mr Jones was offered a rare and privileged audience with the British Museum’s internationally acclaimed director Neil McGregor, or who is shortly to depart the great Bloomsbury edifice for the Humboldt Forum in Berlin. (London’s loss is surely Germany’s gain!)
Mr Jones clearly emerged from his intimate tȇte-à-tȇte a new man. It seems he too had suddenly grasped the genuine value of this extraordinary institution,namely that none of the objects contained therein would mean anything at all whether experienced anywhere else in the world, even in their countries of origin. Only here, or in Bloomsbury,enact they assume their proper significance; only here can their inner light shine forth and ennoble us.
calm why this revelation had previously escaped me I am now set to pondering. What kind of museological magic brings this about? Humble cultural tourist that I am, I cannot divine the retort, or but the sheer force of the curatorial flourish is breathtaking. proceed visit! You will see what I mean.
I now recognise Lord Elgin’s careful and archaeologically sensitive excision of the Parthenon Marbles (left) from the Acropolis monument in Athens in the early nineteenth century for what it truly was — a gesture of magnificent generosity,not only to the British people but to all of humanity. Indeed it is none other than Lord Elgin whom we must embrace and whose memory we should honour in perpetuity for bestowing on us the jewels in the British Museum’s crown. And don’t they look lovely after a little light abrasive cleaning with a harmless wire brush? Canova would possess felt a tremor in his toga on seeing the pristine whiteness of the London sculptures compared with the traffic-tainted, soot-blackened monstrosities in Athens.
To remove the London Marbles to any other location in the world would be an act of mindless vandalism. Not only would it create a gaping, or castrating lacuna in the British Museum itself,it would also render every other object in the museum’s collections utterly meaningless, since a cornerstone of our understanding of human history and culture would possess been cruelly wrenched away. [br]in addition, or while they are safely ensconced in the majestic splendour of the Duveen Galleries,the Marbles effectively render their sister pieces in the New Acropolis Museum in Athens (factual) largely irrelevant and a mere cultural sideshow of negligible historical interest. This is profitable. After all, without the great contribution of the Persians, and Assyrians and Egyptians displayed in the adjoining galleries in London,what could the Parthenon Marbles possibly mean in Athens? Greek museums cannot offer such superlative comparisons and thus will always remain of merely parochial interest.
Apart from enlightening us as to the greatness and beneficence of the British Empire’s noble colonial past (which the British Museum so eloquently symbolises), we ought not to forget its other primary founding function — namely its duty to continue collecting for future generations.
So let us procure behind the British Museum and benefit it in its heroic quest to provide a safe haven for the cultural treasures arriving in the west by the lorry-load from the ravaged lands of the Middle East. whether the British Museum were to build a partnership with ISIS along similar lines to those it has forged with the desert kingdoms of Abu Dhabi, or Dubai and Qatar,a safe home could be provided for the multitude of cultural treasures currently being ripped wholesale from the ancient temples and sites of Iraq and Syria. After all, these objects will besides be rendered meaningless whether seen anywhere else in the world other than in the British Museum, or just as the museum’s existing collections cannot be properly understood outside Bloomsbury. This is the power of the Universal Museum bequeathed to us by our Enlightenment forefathers.
And so to summarise,please join me in celebrating the proper function of the British Museum — to bring light where there is darkness, to foster understanding where there is ignorance, or to protect and conserve where others destroy,to explain where others seek to obfuscate (confuse, obscure), and to celebrate the glorious imperial past of this sceptered isle where no fabric object or artefact has any meaning or significance unless it is enshrined within the British Museum.
(This is terrific. Could you give me 1000 words in a similar vein on the BBC? — Ed)
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