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The charred remains of Chinese soldier Cui Guozheng hanging from a pedestrian bridge. June 1989, Beijing.

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Francis Bacon

Portrait of Lucian Freud, 1973

“Wearing her underwear and her heels, the 206 bones of Kate Moss creak seductively so as to become the opposite of the Apollonian voice of Delphi that ‘neither conceals nor reveals, but signifies’: here the image-beauty both reveals and conceals while, quite simply, signifying nothing. (To be precise: it announces ‘nothing’ as the announcement-of-itself-announcing-itself—roughly like the hair of Rachel Crespin, former editor of the American Bazaar, made from thin, elastic fabric in the color of skin, so that the woman wearing it—and especially while wearing it—appears naked.) In six words: the spectacle implies nothing beyond itself!

The image-Kate is the tautology expressed as heterosexual sex: we desire her madly because of the sixty trillion cells of her body, which make us desire her madly, and so on. It follows, then, that sex suddenly leaps from libido to the intestine that hungers: the spectator’s gaze, deprived of every erotic lockpick, dreams of a ritual of cannibalism. It may be a lightning flash or Yasmin Ghauri, but let us see what will happen if we examine this shock ‘psychologically,’ applying here the theorem of Phaedrus’s radiance…

Her glow is due to the reflection of my own spotlight; my gaze is a UVA ray, an erotic death by burning. I am, however, a Sun, no longer an Apollo, before this dead pentamorphous being. I cannot sing any kind of emotion, only attack (with my eyes), swallow the leftovers of a paradoxical communion. I remind you that if there is one thing the Sun god loves, it is human sacrifices.”