It kills me to write this because I love the Museum of Modern Art. Esthetically speaking it's where we all come from, where we go to commune with our ancestors and become new again. Yet the more I go to the new MoMA -- and I've been there over 50 times since it reopened a year ago this week -- the more I think this crown jewel is becoming a beautiful tomb. At MoMA the unruly juice of art history, the chaos, contradiction, radicality and rebellion, are being bleached out. Instead, we're getting the taming of modernism -- modernism as elevator music.