I am the
This is my
death scene, I was not given a deathbed. I do not represent the most famous death scene. I am outdeathed by Jesus Christ who died on the cross and Jean-Paul Marat , both after me.
I seem to have been born in a
culture of death, yet I was not given any last words. This fascination with death in Western culture. Why? Why so pervasive?
Why did Jane write
? A Death-Scene
So I knew that he was dying-
Stooped, and raised his languid head;
Felt no breath, and heard no sighing,
So I knew that he was dead.
Why this fasicnation with
Why did Andy Warhol produce
? The Death and Disaster paintings
And why is every sensationalist corner of video-libraries around the world filled with copies of
? Faces of Death
Bonnie and Clyde
Why do we enjoy the
slow motion death of and countles other Bonnie and Clyde movie death scenes?
Aristotle, had I known him, would have answered me:
Objects which in themselves we view with pain, we delight to contemplate when reproduced with minute fidelity: such as the forms of the most ignoble animals and of dead bodies. — Aristotle via the . Poetics
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