We had the septic tank pumped this morning.
It reminded me of thoughts about family and language:
. . . Did John grow up with the same childish misunderstanding I had of our mother’s word “bee-em,” unaware that it was an abbreviation for bowel movement? We heard the word long before we could spell.
In his French mountain village, John Berger refuses to abstract: “A week ago I cleared out and buried the year’s shit. The shit of my family and of friends who visit us. . . .”
“Kitsch is the absolute denial of shit,” according to Milan Kundera.
Steven Epperson, graduated from Temple and then a curator for the Church Museum of Art and History, worked on an exhibit on the Salt Lake Temple. He and his colleagues wanted to display the blueprints used to construct the building. Church authorities granted permission only on the condition that all toilets and plumbing be whited out.