Edvard Munch, Vampire (1893) and Vampire II (1985), oil on canvas & lithograph / woodcut.
One of the most sensational and shocking images in European art, Edvard Munch’s painting of a man locked in a vampire’s tortured embrace – her molten-red hair running along his soft bare skin – created an instant outcry when unveiled a century ago.
Some believed the Norwegian artist’s anguished 1894 masterpiece, Love and Pain – since known as Vampire – to be a reference to his illicit visits to prostitutes; others interpreted it as a macabre fantasy about the death of his favourite sister. Some years later, Nazi Germany condemned it as morally “degenerate”.
it’s interesting but also terrifying to see the ways that capitalism has shaped our language and how we talk about bodies. can you be useful? can you be a productive member of society? can you work? can you make money? that is all this comes back to. so much ableist and fat phobic rhetoric is, at its core, does your body enable you to produce capital. if not, then you are useless and don’t deserve humanity.
- Anne Carson, Red Doc> (via foxesinbreeches)
The struggle with the limits of what’s “inside” — the struggle with the limits of personality — has long been the source of the best art. We tend to characterize art as “self-expression,” but that’s really more a description of bad art. The immature artist, as Eliot wrote, is constantly giving in to the urge to vent what’s inside, whereas the mature artist seeks to escape that urge.
The progress of an artist is a continual self-sacrifice, a continual extinction of personality. … The bad poet is usually unconscious where he ought to be conscious, and conscious where he ought to be unconscious. Both errors tend to make him “personal.” Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things.
Social media turns us all into bad poets.
i think about this concept constantly. art’s not about you.
Invitation to an Area night club party. The capsule was placed in water and the invitation appeared. Area was open from 1983 to 1987.
Anonymous asked: What was it like being dead?
What was it like being dead? Do you want to endure the feeling of the dead nothingness is what I am being any length of time passing and the being called.”drop dead gorgeous”.
Among twenty snowy mountains, The only moving thing Was the eye of the blackbird.