““You will stay a hyena, etc…,” shouts the demon who once crowned me with such pretty poppies. “Seek death with all your desires, and all selfishness,””
— Arthur Rimbaud, from A Season in Hell; Jadis, si je me souviens bien.
“In the biosphere nothing is ever entirely lost. Death itself is not an absolute end but rather a transformation. What appears to be lost in a fire becomes heat and ash. So, too, no knowledge can ever really be lost to consciousness. It must remain, even if disguised as a mere symbol of itself. If I choose to bury a part of myself, what I bury will come back to haunt me in another form, as dream, or fear, or projection. This civilization, which has buried part of the human self, has created many projections. Out of the material of self-hatred several categories of otherness have been fashioned. Existing on a mass scale and by social agreement, these categories form a repository for our hidden selves.”
— Susan Griffin, “Ideologies of Madness,” in The Eros of Everyday Life: Essays on Ecology, Gender and Society
Vierge des Sept Douleurs - Italie du Sud, 18ème siècle. Musée du Coeur ( collection du docteur Boyadjian et de son épouse ), MRAH, Parc du Cinquantenaire, Bruxelles.
