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The Deluge - Anne-Louis Girodet (1806).
"I asked for very little from life, and even this little was denied me. A nearby field, a ray of sunlight, a little bit of calm along with a bit of bread, not to feel oppressed by the knowledge that I exist, not to demand anything from others, and not to have others demand anything from me – this was denied me, like the spare change we might deny a beggar not because we’re mean-hearted but because we don’t feel like unbuttoning our coat."
- The Book of Disquiet, Fernando Pessoa.
Hannibal (2013-2015) // Interview With the Vampire (1994)
by Kris Kuksi
"On voulait parfois être cannibale, moins pour le plaisir de dévorer tel ou tel que pour celui de le vomir."
"Sometimes I wish I were a cannibal – less for the pleasure of eating someone than for the pleasure of vomiting him."
-Émil Cioran, L'inconvénient d'être né.
Painting : The Torture Of Prometheus by Giovacchino Assereto. (1600 - 1649)
“Let Neptune strike ye dead, Winslow! HARK! Hark, Triton, Hark! Bellow! Bid our father the sea king rise from the depths full foul in his fury, black waves teaming with salt foam to smother this young mouth with pungent slime, to choke ye, engorging your organs til ye turn blue and bloated with bilge and brine and can scream no more! Only when he, crowned in cockle shells, with slithering tentacle tail and steaming beard take up his fell, be-finned arm, his coral tine trident screeches banshee-like in the tempest and plunges right through yer gullet, bursting ye! A bulging bladder no more, but a blasted, bloody film now and nothing for the harpies and the souls of dead sailors to peck and claw and feed upon, only to be lapped up and swallowed by the infinite waters of the dread emperor himself! Forgotten to any man, to any time, forgotten to any god or devil, forgotten even to the sea! For any stuff or part of Winslow, even any scantling of your soul, is Winslow no more, but is now itself the sea!”
The Lighthouse (2019) dir Robert Eggers
"One cannot long remain so absorbed in contemplation of emptiness without being increasingly attracted to it. Invain one bestows on it the name of infinity; this does not change its nature. When one feels such pleasure in non-existence, one's inclination can be completely satisfied only by completely ceasing to exist."
- Émile Durkheim, Suicide : a study in sociology.
Les Diableries est le titre d'une série de photographies de sculptures réalisées en argile, représentant le quotidien de Satan en Enfer. Réalisée au xixe siècle, cette œuvre parodique critique le régime de Napoléon III ainsi que les mœurs des classes sociales les plus aisées de cette époque, jugées trop dévergondées. Initialement ces photos, qui mettent essentiellement en scène des squelettes accompagnant Satan, devaient être observées en relief au moyen d'un stéréoscope.
"A voice said, Look me in the stars
And tell me truly, men of earth,
If all the soul-and-body scars
Were not too much to pay for birth."
_ Robert Frost, A Question.
“A female figure contemplating a skull, surrounded by attributes of knowledge and learning,” by Domenico Fetti, early 1600s. Medium: Engraving.
"I am here to live out loud."
- Émile Zola
"Muse" - Photo by Dmitry Rogozhkin.
"to influence a person is to give him one’s own soul. He does not think his natural thoughts, or burn with his natural passions. His virtues are not real to him. His sins, if there are such things as sins, are borrowed. He becomes an echo of some one else’s music, an actor of a part that has not been written for him. The aim of life is self-development. To realise one’s nature perfectly—that is what each of us is here for. People are afraid of themselves, nowadays. They have forgotten the highest of all duties, the duty that one owes to oneself. Of course they are charitable. They feed the hungry, and clothe the beggar. But their own souls starve, and are naked. Courage has gone out of our race. Perhaps we never really had it."
- Oscar wilde
A German painting of the Danse Macabre. Nine women of different social rank from empress to fool dance with the dead. The entire economy of salvation is depicted, from the Fall, through the crucifixion, to Heaven and Hell.
“Each time a man stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope, and crossing each other from a million different centers of energy and daring, those ripples build a current that can sweep down the mightiest walls of oppression and resistance.”
- Robert Kennedy
Hannibal : the series - Season 1, episode 5 (Coquilles)