I thank David Maddox for reviewing “Vessels of Grace” at Vanderbilt hospital, but must clarify an issue he raised (“Healing Art,” Jan. 29). As I told him, Vanderbilt invited me to make a temporary, site-specific installation about art and healing. At no time did Vanderbilt interfere, request or exercise control over my work, nor did Vanderbilt encourage, discourage or question the title and its possible spiritual connotations.
Flaunt moral outrage
Matt Pulle is on “solid rock” when he writes that it’s the judges who are the real culprits when a divorced father and Christian music producer, Joe Hogue, can be sent to jail for telling his son he is gay (Desperately Seeking the News, Jan. 29). But Pulle is on “sinking sand” when he suggests that gays are being oversensitive after many of them (Jerry Jones publisher of Out & About, for example) spoke out against the media’s use of the words “flaunt” and “homosexual lifestyle.” The Associated Press and several area newspapers reported, regarding Hogue, that a state appeals court ruled “a gay father can’t flaunt a homosexual lifestyle when his son is around.” (The AP’s words, not the court’s.)
The AP was right when it decided to settle for “nothing less” than an apology for violating its own guidelines when it used these terms that could easily be misconstrued as derogatory. I say this because I seriously doubt the AP would ever characterize the “flaunting” of a heterosexual lifestyle. But if such does occurand talk show host Steve Gill decides to work for Howard Deanthen my hope will be built on nothing less than Matt Pulle’s own righteousness.
Randy Horick’s slam against Auburn University is entirely baseless and without merit (Sports, Jan. 29). Instead of backing up his assertions of improprieties at the Auburn University athletic program, he simply states that the program is a “cesspool of corruption” and has been for the last 10 years. If you intend to call into question the reputation of both a fine school and its numerous graduates, please be professional and make at least a baseline attempt to prove your case. Otherwise, keep your biased, worthless opinions to yourself. Perhaps you need to take a moment to examine the athletic department of your own alma mater.
Where’s the jazz scene in Nashville (“Where’s All That Jazz,” Jan. 15)? Jazz? C’mon. Jazz sucks. The only place you hear it is where the people who have to listen to it don’t have a choice: museums and public radio stations, and they consider it a point of pride that no one likes what they do. The more I think about it, the more I like the analogy between museums and jazz. Proponents of both claim that anyone who doesn’t “get it” is a philistine, but experience tells us that only a handful of people are incapable of distinguishing between cow poop smeared on a canvas and art. And really, what is jazz if not musical piles of cow poop?
Mark T. Gibson
Mr. Coffin should not be so modest as to omit his name from those who have enriched Nashville’s jazz scene (Love/Hate Mail, Jan. 29). You are, Mr. Coffin, a treasured artist indeed: one whose contributions to Nashville’s musical diversity is at least as great as the gifts given us by those whom you so graciously recognize in your missive.
Mark B. Leedom
Heh, heh....not bad, Prag !!!
How much of that did Sharpe loan to herself?
Calling Dr. Howard, Dr. Fine, Dr. Desjarlais...nyuck nyuck
I read the first two paragraphs about Gaza's children and stopped because it's another Palestinian…
john, I think you are probably putting Descartes before the horse again.