Art From The Holocaust

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A new exhibition in Berlin explores the grim realities of life for Jews in Nazi camps and ghettoes.

A historic new exhibit, Art from the Holocaust, opened in the rear wing of the German Historical Museum in Berlin last week. For the first time ever, art from the collection of Jerusalem’s Yad Vashem Museum is being shown outside in Germany. The exhibit features 100 works, mostly drawings and paintings, by Jewish inmates of labour camps, ghettoes and concentration camps. Many of the works portray the dark realities of day-to-day life in Nazi imprisonment. The fact that the works survived to the present day is, in most cases, a miracle: many were hidden or smuggled out at great risk by friends of the artists.

The show, which is timed to coincide with the 50th anniversary of the establishment of diplomatic relations between Germany and Israel, comes at a moment of…

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Mr. Anguish

An
alliance
of exotic
oils
lulls me
to heat:
waxy,
pointillist,
and
drooping.
She rises
from
an erotic
tableau
of moldy
old
pornography
and begs
the gleam
In my eye
for mercy.

Mateo 2017

Steely DanAja
The Internet Archive

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Flight into the Haight

The most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious.  It is the fundamental emotion which stands at the cradle of true art and true science…I am satisfied with the mystery of the eternity of life.

Albert Einstein 1931 from The World as I See It

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A Flight of Ideas: Secret Obscenities

Life wept and sent me into crisis.

An arm around my shoulder, the doctor gave counsel:

He says, if I take my pills, I will forget my grief, I will be happy.

He says, the Lord is in my heart, if I search it, I’ll find him, and he’ll save me.

He says, if I climb the right steps, I’ll be normal, if I talk about it: this thing I can’t mention.

My lies are those of one who doesn’t trust, and so I fear
that unless the lying stops, I will —

become the prank who attends his own funeral, mingling
with the mourners, and whispering secret obscenities.

(c)text Rob Goldstein 1984, image Rob Goldstein 1917