D. F. Wallace – Infinite Jest
E. Hopper – Self-Portrait / A. Bronzino – Pietro de’ Medici / Rembrandt – Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man / L. Freud – Francis Bacon
Oh I know, I know. I just have to make a post about Mark Tansey.
* M. Tansey – The Judgement of Paris
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For the individual, too, life is hard to bear, just as it is for mankind in general. The civilization in which he participates imposes some amount of privation on him, and other men bring him a measure of suffering, either in spite of the precepts of his civilization or because of its imperfections.
One has, I think, to reckon with the fact that there are present in all men destructive, and therefore anti-social and anticultural, trends and that in a great number of people these are strong enough to determine their behaviour in human society.
The Author, when we believe in him, is always conceived as the past of his own book: the book and the author take their places of their own accord on the same line, cast as a before and an after: the Author is supposed to feed the book — that is, he pre-exists it, thinks, suffers, lives for it; he maintains with his work the same relation of antecedence a father maintains with his child.
It is not easy to deal scientifically
with feelings. One may attempt to describe their physiological signs.
Where that is impossible—I am afraid the oceanic feeling, too, will defy this kind of classification—nothing
remains but to turn to the ideational content which most readily associates itself with the feeling.
If absence from repression is the archetype of freedom, then
civilization is the struggle against this freedom.