Maria Callas, Milan 1954

Maria Callas, Milan 1954

Lucio Fontana. Concetto Spaziale, Attesa, 1965

“The question is no longer: How can experience of nature give rise to necessary judgments? But rather: How can man think what he does not think, inhabit as though by a mute occupation something that eludes him, animate with a kind of frozen movement that figure of himself that takes the form of a stubborn exteriority? How can man be that life whose web, pulsations, and buried energy constantly exceed the experience that he is immediately given of them? How can he be that labour whose laws and demands are imposed upon him like some alien system? How can he be the subject of a language that for thousands of years has been formed without him, a language whose organization escapes him, whose meaning sleeps an almost invincible sleep in the words he momentarily activates by means of discourse, and within which he is obliged, from the very outset, to lodge his speech and thought, as though they were doing no more than animate, for a brief period, one segment of that web of innumerable possibilities?”

— Michel Foucault, The Order of Things: An Archaeology of the Human Sciences

...the pang of tenderness remained, akin to the vibrating outline of verses you know you know but cannot recall.

Vladimir Nabokov, Pnin

“A work of art must narrate something that does not appear within its outline. The objects and figures represented in it must likewise poetically tell you of something that is far away from them and also of what their shapes materially hide from us.”

— Giorgio de Chririco