Anita Lane, Horn of Plenty , 1977

Stefan Lochner , Last Judgement, c1435

Matthias Grünewald , The Temptation of St Anthony , c1514

Michael Carlson, Fleur du Mal II, 2018

Scud Mountain Boys, Grudge Fuck

Pernice Brothers, There Goes the Sun

The Cloths of Heaven by W. B. Yeats

Had I the heaven's embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths 
Of night and light and the half-light;
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

Max Klinger , Untergang, pl. 12 (from Ein Leben) , 1884

Jacek Malczewski , Melancholia , 1894

Kraftwerk, Hall of Mirrors

Ernst Fuchs, The Island of Aphrodite Before the Wall of Heaven, 1974

Max Ernst, L'Ange du Foyer , 1937

Basohli School, Lord Rama Despatches a Demon , 1770

Fortunato Depero , Skyscrapers and Tunnels , 1930

Victor Hugo , My Destiny, 1867

A Drinking Song by William Butler Yeats

Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.

Bronski Beat, Smalltown Boy

“ Like anybody can tell you, I am not a very nice man. I don't know the word. I have always admired the villain, the outlaw, the son of a bitch. I don't like the clean-shaven boy with the necktie and the good job. I like desperate men, men with broken teeth and broken minds and broken ways. They interest me. They are full of surprises and explosions. I also like vile women, drunk cursing bitches with loose stockings and sloppy mascara faces. I'm more interested in perverts than saints. I can relax with bums because I am a bum. I don't like laws, morals, religions, rules. I don't like to be shaped by society. ” South of No North ~ Bukowski

Albert Joseph Pénot , La Femme Chauve-Souris , 1890