An artist who stands haughtily aloof from his time, basing his whole aesthetic posture on that stance, is exposing himself to the danger that the future may pass him by. … The most, and least, an artist can do for posterity is to acknowledge that his demise will in no way

The ‘anthropomorphosis’ of Capital is complete when its fictitious character is generalised. – Giorgio Cesarano quoted in Tiqqun, Raw Materials For a Theory of the Young-Girl , here – Balthus The point is that humans are simulacra much more vertiginous than the painted faces of deities. They are perfectly ambiguous beings because they

“How dare you bring that whore to my house?” Stunned, I stepped backward and muttered some phrase to the effect of not understanding. At this Picasso leapt to his feet, overturning behind him the chair on which he’d been seated, and shouted, “That whore Cocteau. He never would have

– Murderers’ Bay, another view, 1642