Libeskind’s WTC design is atrocious; to build it would be an abomination and an insult to those who died there, most of whom were, presumably, fairly normal people.

As I read the snippets from his oeuvre in Murdock’s column, I found them bizarre and incoherent. The bizarre and the incoherent are staples of post-modernism, so that’s no surprise. Still, the quotes are so bizarre and incoherent that I began to wonder: Are they accurate translations from the German (or Polish?) in which Libeskind originally scribbled them? HRS

Libeskind has spent much of his life in the U.S. and speaks English.

If what Murdock quotes is in the original, the author is certifiable. (Even if not, I suspect.) Still, he makes a good living. What a civilization! HRS

daniel libeskind is the perfect architect to design a monument reflecting modern america. his design theory may be sick, but then so is modern american society.

Abby,

Can’t we at least have a sick American do it, then? I think we would all agree that there is no shortage of American sickos who are up (down?) to the job. Frank Gehry, maybe? It would have to be someone Herbert Muschamp approves of, of course. HRS

What is sad is that I saw all of the other entries for the WTC memorial and a couple were very good. Instead of those we get a Euoropean post modern-monstrosity.

Libeskind has gone to the only place the human intellect can fly when it abandons reason.

Having rejected the Truth, his mind is clouded by confusion and ignorance and thus, everything appears a deep and profound mystery to him that can only be clumsily described in the bizarre, free-association language he employs in his “verse.”

Good point by Bubba. We see this in modernist and post-modernist writers. Because they don’t believe in a logos or intelligibility in existence, every little thing becomes an object of mystery to them. Natural happenings or meetings are seen as amazing coincidences, showing that chance is the dominant force in life. They make epiphanies out of trivia, for example, finding a deep experience in looking at a series of photographs of the same urban intersection taken over and over in slightly different conditions of light. Cut off from the logos which connects them to other people, they regard other people as strange and bizarre, or else as unknowable; and therefore to make contact with another person is like contacting God. I believe there is a passage in Beckett where he says that other people are God.