Johannes Vermeer, ‘Woman in blue
reading a letter’, 1663-1664, Rijksmuseum,
Mark Rothko, 1958, Untitled. Sometimes called ‘Black on Maroon’. Third in the sequence of Seagram Room paintings
in Tate Modern. Commissioned by the Four Seasons restaurant at the top of Seagram Building in New York.
Rothko gave the paintings to the Tate instead.
"I hope to ruin the appetite of every son of a bitch who ever eats in that room with paintings that will make those rich
bastards feel that they are trapped in a room where all the doors and windows are bricked up".
H.R. Giger, ‘Landscape XIV’, 1973. I did not feel able to show you ‘Landscape XX’.
Franscisco Goya, ‘Saturn devouring his
J.M.W. Turner – ‘Snow Storm – steamboat off a harbour’s mouth’, 1842
Lascaux cave painting, France, unknown artist, c. 17,000 b.c
G: What should we say, my lord?
H: Why, any thing, but to the purpose. You were sent for…
G: My lord, we were sent for.
H: I will tell you why; so shall my anticipation prevent your discovery, and your
secrecy to the king and queen moult no feather. I have of late—but wherefore I
know not--lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so
heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile
promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging
firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other
thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of
work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving
how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like
a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this
quintessence of dust? man delights not me: no, nor woman neither, though by your
smiling you seem to say so.
R: My lord, there was no such stuff in my thoughts.
Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act II
Scene II, ‘What a piece of work
is a man’ speech
Castle battlements [Enter H, followed by G.]
G: Oi! Mush!
G: I was fucked!
H: O Fuck.
[Enter C, Ger, H, courtiers.]
C: Oi! You, H, give over!
H: Fuck off, won't you?
[Exit C, Ger, courtiers.]
H: (Alone) They could have fucking waited.
Hor: Oi! Watcha cock!
[Enter O and L.]
L: I'm fucking off now. Watch H doesn't slip you one while I'm gone.
O: I'll be fucked if he does.
‘The Skinhead Hamlet’, by Richard
Curtis – who also wrote ‘Blackadder’
I CAUGHT this morning morning's minion, kingdom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding
Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding
High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing
In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing,
As a skate's heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and gliding
Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding
Stirred for a bird, - the achieve of; the mastery of the thing!
Brute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here
Buckle! AND the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion
Times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my chevalier!
No wonder of it: shéer plód makes plough down sillion
Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear,
Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermillion.
Gerard Manley Hopkins, ‘The
Windhover’, dedicated To
Christ our Lord
First things first, I poppa, freaks all the honeys
Dummies - playboy bunnies, those wantin’ money
Those the ones I like ‘cause they don’t get nathan’
But penetration, unless it smells like sanitation
Garbage, I turn like doorknobs
Heart throb, never, black and ugly as ever
However, I stay coochied down to the socks
Rings and watch filled with rocks
And my jam knock in the Mitsubishi
Girls pee pee when they see me, Nava-hoes creep me in they tee pee
As I lay down laws like I lay carpet
Stop it - if you think your gonna make a profit
[Rough (!) translation: As a general rule, I perform deviant sexual acts with women of all kinds, including
but not limited to those with limited intellect, nude magazine models, and prostitutes. I particularly enjoy
sexual encounters with the latter group as they are generally disappointed in the fact that they only
receive normal intercourse unless they are exceptionally hygenic. Although I am extremely unattractive,
I am able to engage in these types of sexual acts with some regularity. Perhaps my sexual success is
somehow related to my fancy and expensive jewelry.
I enjoy playing my music loudly on my car stereo. Apparently, women enjoy this also because they
become sexually aroused when they see me driving. Oddly enough, when I visit the Native American
reservations, some of the more sexually promiscuous Indian women attempt to seduce me in their
homes as I tell them what to do. Their intent is to divest me of my earnings. Such actions are
Artist: Notorious B.I.G.
Album: Ready to Die
Song: One more chance (remix)
Music and Dance
We have listened to the:
• ‘Chaconne’ by J.S. Bach, from the Sonatas and Partitas
for Unaccompanied Violin, played by Hilary Hahn.
• ‘Grosse Fugue’, Op. 130, by L. Beethoven, played by the
• ‘Prelude in C’ by J.S. Bach, played by Glenn Gould.