There is an oblivion of all existence, a silencing of individual being, in which it seems that we have found all things. There is an oblivion of all existence, in which it seems that we have lost all things, a night of the soul in which not the faintest gleam of a star, not even the phosphorescence of rotten wood, can reach us.
— Friedrich Hölderlin, “Hyperion”
The Expulsion of Adam and Eve from Paradise
Ciné-Sketch: Adam and Eve (Marcel Duchamp and Bronia Perlmutter)
Loïe Fuller in L’oiseau de la nuit (Bird of the Night) at the Théatre de Champs-Elysèes, Paris
Medea or Bereaved Mother Mourning After the Massacre of the Innocents
Johann Heinrich Füssli
Netsuke of a small oni (demon/ogre) crying on the severed arm of the demon Ibaraki Doji
(Ordeal by Roses, Punishment by Roses)
Netsuke of a Goat made of Ivory with glass eyes
late 19th century
Head of a Woman
La Femme au Vase
(Woman with a Vase)
There are those who say that when civilization progresses a bit further transportation facilities will move into the skies and under the ground, and that our streets will again be quiet, but I know perfectly well that when that day comes some new device for torturing the old will be invented.
— Junichiro Tanizaki, “In Praise of Shadows”