Liminality I: the kitsch part [note: NSFW]

Or squat, vulnerable and with his pants down. Even Fidel Castro must do the same. Even Death

Even Elizabeth the Second, by the Grace of God, of Great Britain, Ireland and the British Dominions beyond the Seas Queen, Defender of the Faith.


All of which is either a complete mockery or a source of considerable hilarity — especially to the kids, who must find these caganer hidden in among the shepherds, kings, animals and straw that surround the Christ Child in his manger.

Right in the heart of the sacred, if you will.

Which brings up the twin questions:

Is no-one sacred?

Is everyone sacred?


Which is actually a pretty profound pair of questions — and one which, again, may help us understand a little more about religion than piety alone can tell us.

The fact is, religion can exalt us, but does so at the risk of our becoming pompous and inflated — and when we do, it can also deflate us.

Which lands us right on the topic of liminality, communitas and the work of Victor Turner, which I shall address in a follow-up post — invoking a US submarine, a Hindu avatar and St Francis along the way.

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3 comments on this post.
  1. Another Chris:

    Even some adults find it amusing. Or so I’m told.

  2. Derek Robinson:


  3. Charles Cameron:

    Thanks, both.  I’m just happy Salvador Dali made the cut!