Before the parachute opens

by C H

Tullio Crali, “Before the Parachute Opens (Prima che si apra il paracadute)” (1939). Oil on panel, 141 x 151 cm. Casa Cavazzini, Museo d’Arte Moderna e Contemporanea, Udine

All of this, not to beat around the bush, refers to the fallen state in which our species finds itself. A profusion of made up events is supposed to divert us from it, or to compensate us. The profusion, often passing for “information”, is really a disguise for kitsch entertainment. Death, also while you enjoy an immunity from it, is entertaining as it was in Imperial Rome, or in 1973. As, today, Sadat is murdered, Indira Gandhi is assassinated, the pope himself is gunned down in St. Peter’s Square, while, personally unharmed, you live to see more and more and more, until after many deferrals death gets personal even with you. The jumpmaster says, “You bail out next.” Saul Bellow, More Die of Heartbreak.

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