friedrich pacher

Is putting off life in favour of bedridden image trawling a kind of death?

(“No.”)

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J.C.: “Hell’s like, whateverland, man.”

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1861 Harper’s Magazine: Jefferson Davis as the Grim Reaper

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Honore Daumier Le Paix Idyll

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James Ensor Death Arrives

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Jan Van Eyck Last Judgement

“Say of what you see in the dark 

That it is this or that it is that,

But do not use the rotted names.

How should you walk in that space and know

Nothing of the madness of space,

Nothing of its jocular procreations?

Throw the lights away. Nothing must stand

Between you and the shapes your take

When the crust of shape has been destroyed.”

- Wallace Stevens, verse 32 of The Man with the Blue Guitar