The Letter, 1926 by Agnes Goodsir (1864-1939)
Category: Art
Lords and Ladies — Gluck
Electric Chair — Eric Fischl
Neo-Cubist Calvin
On the Contrary — Kay Sage
May hath 31 days | Djuna Barnes
Harpist — Eduardo Kingman
La Grange Batelière — Leonor Fini
The Hen and the Man — Pavel Tchelitchew
Portrait of Mrs. Stuart Merrill — Jean Delville
Under the Sea — Glyn Philpot
Untitled (Even the Poorest Mouse) — Raymond Pettibon
Austin Spare and Witch — Austin Osman Spare
There are few who do not know that Lilith was Adam’s first wife | From Olga Tokarczuk’s novel The Books of Jacob
There are few who do not know that Lilith was Adam’s first wife, but that since she didn’t want to be obedient to Adam, or to lie beneath him as God decreed, she fled to the Red Sea. There she turned red as though flayed. God sent three fearsome angels after her, Senoy, Sansenoy, and Semangelof, to drag her back by force. They accosted her in her hiding place, tormented her, and threatened to drown her. But she didn’t want to go back. Even if she had wanted to, she would no longer have been able; Adam would have been forbidden to accept her, for according to the Torah, a woman who has lain with another must not resume relations with her husband. And who was Lilith’s lover? Samael himself.
So God had to create a second, more obedient woman for Adam. This one was gentle, if rather stupid. The unfortunate creature ate the forbidden fruit, resulting in the Fall. That was how the rule of law came to be, as a punishment.
But Lilith and all beings similar to Lilith belong to a world from before the Fall, which means that human laws do not apply to them, that they’re not bound by human rules or human regulations, and that they don’t have human consciences or human hearts, and never shed human tears. For Lilith, there’s no such thing as sin. Their world is different. To human eyes, it might seem strange, as if drawn in a very fine line, since everything it contains is more luminous and lightweight, and beings belonging to that world may pass through walls and objects, and each other, back and forth—between them, there are no differences as there are between people, who are closed in on themselves as though in tin cans. Things are different there. And between man and animal there isn’t such a great gap, either—maybe only on the outside, for in their world you can converse soundlessly with animals, and they will understand you, and you them. It’s the same with angels—here they’re visible. They fly around the sky like birds, sometimes huddling on the roofs of houses where their own houses are, like storks.
From Olga Tokarczuk’s novel The Books of Jacob. Translation by Jennifer Croft.
The Nine Shots — Imants Tillers
Dope Rider — Paul Kirchner
Dope Rider illustration, 2021 by Paul Kirchner (b. 1952). From A Fistful of Delirium.




















