Amedeo Modigliani (1884-1920)
Amedeo Modigliani (1884-1920) Paul Guillaume, 1916
Amedeo Modigliani (1884-1920) Lunia Czechowska with her left hand on her cheek, 1918
Amedeo Modigliani (1884 – 1920) Rosalia Tobia, 1915
Amedeo Modigliani (1884 – 1920) Paul Alexandre vu de trois quarts, la main gauche dans la poche, 1909
“The first way to strip literature of its pretensions of ahistorical truth is to do what Orpheus did in order to save Eurydice, whom he loved: he gave her up. This is what the modern poet does: s/he gives up the contextual embeddedness, the networks of relations of words that is language; s/he gives up speech; s/he gives up communication. In silence and solitude, then, the poet confronts the poetic word as a solitary object. Barthes calls this the Orphean dream of a writer without literature, and it illustrates the double bind in which Barthes locates the modern writer. The gods permit Orpheus to bring Eurydice back from the underworld on condition that he should not look at her, that he blind himself to what he loves; if he looks, she goes back. If Orpheus does not look, he does not have her; if he does look, she will not be there to see and to have. The lover without a beloved, the writer without literature.”
“The first way to strip literature of its pretensions of ahistorical truth is to do what Orpheus did in order to save Eurydice, whom he loved: he gave her up. This is what the modern poet does: s/he gives up the contextual embeddedness, the networks of relations of words that is language; s/he gives up speech; s/he gives up communication. In silence and solitude, then, the poet confronts the poetic word as a solitary object. Barthes calls this the Orphean dream of a writer without literature, and it illustrates the double bind in which Barthes locates the modern writer. The gods permit Orpheus to bring Eurydice back from the underworld on condition that he should not look at her, that he blind himself to what he loves; if he looks, she goes back. If Orpheus does not look, he does not have her; if he does look, she will not be there to see and to have. The lover without a beloved, the writer without literature.”
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