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The Dark Hereafter
14th-15th century stone mask, West porch, St. John’s, Penistone.
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(despite erosion the mask's expression is superbe)
Steve Bucknell club has replied to Armando Taborda clubArmando Taborda club has replied to J.Garcia clubSteve Bucknell club has replied to Armando Taborda club“A Klee painting named 'Angelus Novus' shows an angel looking as though he is about to move away from something he is fixedly contemplating. His eyes are staring, his mouth is open, his wings are spread. This is how one pictures the angel of history. His face is turned toward the past. Where we perceive a chain of events, he sees one single catastrophe which keeps piling wreckage upon wreckage and hurls it in front of his feet. The angel would like to stay, awaken the dead, and make whole what has been smashed. But a storm is blowing from Paradise; it has got caught in his wings with such violence that the angel can no longer close them. This storm irresistibly propels him into the future to which his back is turned, while the pile of debris before him grows skyward. This storm is what we call progress.”
Armando Taborda club has replied to Steve Bucknell clubSteve Bucknell club has replied to Armando Taborda clubJ.Garcia club has replied to Steve Bucknell clubVery interesting, Steve
Steve Bucknell club has replied to Sarah P. clubThere’s probably the beginning of a ghost story here, taking into account that a funeral had just taken place in the church and this was the porch that the coffin the cortège had just entered and left by.
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