"For when we shout, we tear. We tear apart distance; we disallow distance to the object of our anger, or of our ecstasy. When I shout, I am all voice, you are all voice, the space between us is nothing but a delirium tremens of voice"(Steven Connor, Dumbstruck: A Cultural History of Ventriloquism)
"You will grant me that the one that is introduced by the experience of the unconscious is the one of the split, of the stroke, of rupture"
(Jaques Lacan)
"With the 'scream', at whatever level of intensity, no illusion is possible....Wagner argues...it is possible to pierce these beautiful musical forms through moments of rupture"
(Stephen Downes)
but
"The cry makes me blind, swallowing up the world of visible distances and distinctions."
(Steven Connor)
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Max Beckmann, Blind Man's Buff, 1945.
Max Beckmann, Self-Portrait, 1901.
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