Haller smiled apologetically. “When you reach my age you
sometimes think of the approach of death.
I thought this afternoon how much I would have
liked to have seen the Parthenon just once more. I doubt if I shall
have another opportunity of doing so. I
used to spend hours standing in the shade by the Propylæa looking
at it and trying to understand the men who built
it. I was young then and
did not know how difficult it is for Western man to understand the dream
heavy classical soul. They are so far
apart. The god of
superlative shape has been replaced by the god of superlative force and between
the two conceptions there is all space. The destiny
idea symbolised by the Doric columns is incomprehensible
to the children of Faust. For us
. . .” He broke off. “Excuse me.
I see we have another
passenger. I
suppose he is to sit here.”
Note: I don’t know. Painted BMW “art” race car aside (static, sclerotic
junk), it is difficult to see the god of superlative force in Jeff
Koons’ work. That
being said, its enfeebled nature has had the power to enrage me
from the moment I first set eyes on it all those years ago.
Text: Eric
Ambler, Journey Into Fear (1940).
Top: Frederick Edwin Church, Parthenon (1871).
Next: Jeff Koons, Woman in Tub
(1988); Magenta Swan (2004-11); BMW "Art Car"
(2010).
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