/ kalebeul / 2004 / 08 / 30 / nudity and the catalan autonomous millennium /
I and the cat are in no doubt that all this public nakedness is linked to the campaign for a new statute of autonomy, and that Clos or Carod or Maragall or someone is going to emerge as a contemporary Jantje van Leyden. “Who?” rises the cry from the Catalan street.
Jantje van Leyden–Jan Bockelson, a tailor from Leiden in Holland who claimed descent from David, and we’re not talking Hasselhoff–was in 1534 crowned king of the New Jerusalem established by the Anabaptists in Münster, Westphalia. The best account of this and other confusions is still Norman Cohn’s The Pursuit of the Millennium: Revolutionary Millenarians and Mystical Anarchists of the Middle Ages, which informs us that
By August polygamy was established. Bockelson, who had left a wife in Leyden, began by marrying the beautiful young widow of Matthys [his predecessor], Diever or Divara, and before long he had a harem of fifteen wives. The preachers and then almost the whole male population followed his example and began to hunt for new wives. As for the women, though there were many who welcomed the institution of polygamy there were many others for whom it was a great tyranny.
If manners maketh the man, then nakedness shall make the new constitution also, and you read it here first. All we need to do now is find a local politico who’ll shut up for three days.
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30 August 2004 at 9:51 PM
Looks like Clos just ruled himself out
31 August 2004 at 9:25 AM
They’re testing the reaction. I’ll bet nudity becomes tolerated in the next couple of years in a specific area of town near the beach and with a high proportion of disenfranchised foreign residents. This is not the kind of thing that kicks off in Sarrià
9 July 2006 at 9:23 PM
[...] We creaky reactionaries know that revolutions always destroy society (and often themselves) from inside out, whether in Münster in 1534, Barcelona in 1936, or (allegedly) the tea dance craze in 1990s London. This betrayal is generally followed a decade later by a restoration, which often takes off as many heads as it restores and from which future revolutionaries resolutely refuse to learn. [...]