Hans Bellmer - Poupées, 1935
'This demise of feeling and emotion has paved the way for all our most real and tender pleasures - in the excitements of pain and mutilation; in sex as the perfect arena...for all the veronicas of our own perversions; in our moral freedom to pursue our own psychopathology as a game; and in our apparently limitless powers for conceptualization - what our children have to fear is not the cars in the highway but own pleasure in calculating the most elegant parameters of their deaths.'
From Crash by J.G. Ballard, 1985.
'This demise of feeling and emotion has paved the way for all our most real and tender pleasures - in the excitements of pain and mutilation; in sex as the perfect arena...for all the veronicas of our own perversions; in our moral freedom to pursue our own psychopathology as a game; and in our apparently limitless powers for conceptualization - what our children have to fear is not the cars in the highway but own pleasure in calculating the most elegant parameters of their deaths.'
From Crash by J.G. Ballard, 1985.
