“They saw their injured country's woe;
The flaming town, the wasted field;
Then rushed to meet the insulting foe;
They took the spear, - but left the shield.”
Good golly, Miss Molly, it's Salvador Dali!What else could I possibly say?This Dali, whose images strike one as folly,Cause wonder, confusion, disdain, and dismay.
I was surprised to learn of the Lacan - Dali connection.
Dali was gay, Was Lacan also? One never knows and can never be sure about ANYBODY.Even your grandfather, your father, your favorite uncle, your favorite teacher, your preacher, or the little man who ran the newspaper stand in the corner could walk both sides of the street at the same time.Uncertainty is the only certainty.We may THINK we know, but we rarely understand the whole picture of anything –– especially ourselves, from whom we spend most of our lives sedulously hiding. Perhaps the Truth would set us free, but nevertheless we fear the TRUTH more than we fear DEATH.After all what could be more terrifying than Freedom?
Dali wasn't gay. His "muse" Gala was NOT a man.
Salvador Dali (of García Lorca): "He was homosexual, as everyone knows, and madly in love with me. He tried to screw me twice .... I was extremely annoyed, because I wasn’t homosexual, and I wasn’t interested in giving in. Besides, it hurts. So nothing came of it. But I felt awfully flattered vis-à-vis the prestige. Deep down I felt that he was a great poet and that I owe him a tiny bit of the Divine Dalí's asshole. He eventually bagged a young girl, and she replaced me in the sacrifice. Failing to get me to put my ass at his disposal, he swore that the girl's sacrifice was matched by his own: it was the first time he had ever slept with a woman."
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