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| Yannis Tsarouhis Sailor 1938 oil on canvas National Gallery, Athens |
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| Harold Cazneaux Margaret Vyner 1931 gelatin silver print Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney |
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| Pablo Picasso Harlequin 1935 oil on canvas Albright-Knox Art Gallery, Buffalo, New York |
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| Ulfert Wilke Portrait of Rudolf Borch 1935 oil on canvas Städtisches Museum, Braunschweig |
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| Oskar Schlemmer Staircase 1932 oil on canvas, mounted on panel Hamburger Kunsthalle |
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| Francis Picabia Youth with Jug 1935 oil on canvas Musée d'Art Classique de Mougins |
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| George Luks Homer Saint-Gaudens 1932 oil on canvas Carnegie Museum of Art, Pittsburgh |
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| Jean Launois Women of the Casbah 1932 gouache on paper Musée des Beaux-Arts de Bordeaux |
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| Einar Ilmoni Self Portrait 1932 oil on canvas Ateneum Art Museum, Helsinki |
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| Oskar Kokoschka In the Garden II 1934 oil on canvas Graphische Sammlung Albertina, Vienna |
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| Aghinor Asteriadis Portrait of a Woman 1932 oil on canvas National Gallery, Athens |
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| Madeline Green Miss Brown 1937 oil on canvas Huntington Library and Art Museum, San Marino, California |
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| Paul Hamann Portrait of Bertolt Brecht 1930 bronze Hamburger Kunsthalle |
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| Marsden Hartley Sustained Comedy 1939 oil on board Carnegie Museum of Art, Pittsburgh |
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| Kasimir Malevich Man in Supremacist Landscape 1930-31 oil on canvas Graphische Sammlung Albertina, Vienna |
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| Henri Matisse The Striped Dress 1938 oil on canvas Graphische Sammlung Albertina, Vienna |
What message comes to famous Thebes from the Golden House?
What message of disaster from that sweet-throated Zeus?
What monstrous thing our fathers saw do the seasons bring?
Or what that no man ever saw, what new monstrous thing?
Or what that no man ever saw, what new monstrous thing?
Trembling in every limb, I raise my loud importunate cry,
And in a sacred terror wait the Delian God's reply.
And in a sacred terror wait the Delian God's reply.
Apollo chase the God of Death that leads no shouting men,
Bears no rattling shield and yet consumes this form with pain.
Famine takes what the plague spares, and all the crops are lost;
Bears no rattling shield and yet consumes this form with pain.
Famine takes what the plague spares, and all the crops are lost;
No new life fills the empty place – ghost flits after ghost
To that God-trodden western shore, as flit benighted birds.
Sorrow speaks to sorrow, but no comfort finds in words.
Sorrow speaks to sorrow, but no comfort finds in words.
Hurry him from the land of Thebes with a fair wind behind
Out on to that formless deep where not a man can find
Hold for an anchor-fluke, for all is world-enfolding sea;
Master of the thunder-cloud, set the lightning free,
And add the thunder-stone to that and fling them on his head,
For death is all the fashion now. till even Death be dead.
Out on to that formless deep where not a man can find
Hold for an anchor-fluke, for all is world-enfolding sea;
Master of the thunder-cloud, set the lightning free,
And add the thunder-stone to that and fling them on his head,
For death is all the fashion now. till even Death be dead.
We call against the pallid face of this God-hated God
The springing heel of Artemis in the hunting sandal shod,
The tousle-headed Maenads, blown torch and drunken sound,
The stately Lysian king himself with golden fillet crowned,
And in his hand the golden bow and the stretched golden string,
And Bacchus' wine-ensanguined face that all the Maenads sing.
The springing heel of Artemis in the hunting sandal shod,
The tousle-headed Maenads, blown torch and drunken sound,
The stately Lysian king himself with golden fillet crowned,
And in his hand the golden bow and the stretched golden string,
And Bacchus' wine-ensanguined face that all the Maenads sing.
– Sophocles, chorus from King Oedipus (429 BC), translated by W.B. Yeats (1928)