Sure, an artist could do as you say. Whether that artist *should* do that is another question. As for the reaction...who knows? Not liking or being offended by a work of art is not license to destroy it. Certainly in literature, film and other media, non-Jewish artists have created works addressing aspects of the…

No. That isn’t what I said. I said I don’t think about Griffin’s work, in response to your question about what I think about her work. Now that I’ve been prompted to look into the work in question, I can say I’ve thought about it, don’t like it, and will resume not thinking about it, much as I will continue not to…

I don’t.

I don’t agree that in this particular instance, abhorrent history was “enshrined” in abhorrent art, if by “enshrined” you mean countenanced. My view is that a artist member of a hegemonic demographic whose forebears instigated the abhorrent acts symbolized in the work sought through that work to draw attention to and…

It’s not that I don’t understand the decision. I disagree with it, as much as I disagree with the actions that prompted it. It stunk as public sculpture; in my view, it still stinks as public performance art. Why can’t you accept that we are allowed to disagree, without one person being enlightened and the other being…

As profoundly lacking in understanding of art as you deem me to be, I am aware, too, of the existence of specific works and broad aesthetic movements that exhibit the characteristics of evanescence you describe. Consider the continually raked Zen garden or Jenny Holzers scrolling electronic message boards. That is not…

No one is stifling anyone’s voices. Criticism of art is always welcome; it leads to clarity and perhaps enlightenment. I am alarmed, however, by the number of commenters here who equate criticism of and objection to a piece art with justified destruction of that art. Hate it. Decry it. Don’t destroy it.

You are free, of course, to think whatever you like. I understand, in the specific instance, that an artist who created a finished piece was later compelled by a segment of the public to destroy his creation. Beyond that, there is no point in continuing this discussion as your intelligence and morality are so far…

Because of this: “because the story of it is still there.” Actually, it’s not still there if the means of telling it is destroyed.

Yes, this makes me extremely uncomfortable. I can’t imagine Jews demanding that holocaust art or literature created or written by non-Jews be destroyed. Which is the only rough parallel I can draw right now. Maybe there are others that are more apt and would help me understand. There’s an element here of: Yes, by all…

Yes, that’s why I said “mostly.” Do you know whether, in the absence of honeybees, populations of native pollinators are sufficient to cover commercial orchards? I’m curious as to whether the honey factor is the only reason honeybees have been relied on for so long; or whether it’s also a matter of scale.

I think you’re right. ... All the more odd, then. Non-native species pollinated by mostly non-native pollinators.

“Throughout history”? Apples are not native to the Americas and were brought by European colonists. The Times story irritated me for sentimentalizing and fetishizing in classic elitist foodie terms what is just the random combinations that occur thanks to pollen floating on the wind.

Spades? If no one is playing bid whist, it ain’t the real deal.

I’m still trying to understand why The Root is so obsessed with this case. They craft these posts in vaguely sympathetic language, as though the circumstances of his life and death constitute a terrible tragedy that speaks to the national narrative of race, racism, homophobia, etc. But Hernandez from the earliest…

But if you can write a check that clears, suddenly you’re a good driver and no longer a menace on the roads?

Both of you, let it go. Please. We’re all better than this.

Yes, thank you, I got all of your points. I struggled, but I eventually got them.

Not mad. Smooches. And so happy to know that your ass remains covered.

Oh, no worries. Not fretting. It isn’t as though I’m back-and-frothing with N. Chomsky or T. Morrison.