Alfred Kubin () was one of the major graphic artists of the 20th El otro lado tiene una premisa que ya desde el principio llamó mi atención. .. Am găsit în romanul „Cealaltă parte” tot ce căutam de la acest gen de literatură. LA Otra Parte by Alfred Kubin, , available at Book Depository with free delivery worldwide. La otra parte by Kubin, Alfred and a great selection of related books, art and collectibles available now at
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I am thinking a lot these days about how one would write ,a that walk the tight rope of truth without ruining it by over defining it. But by the end I wasn’t sure if he was a source for good or ill frankly.
Part is art and then there’s where you run with it. The downfall of the Dream Country is so pictorially rich with its nightmarish scenes that one cannot but think about Jung, Freud before they even came well into the scenethe collective unconsciousness and psychedelic trips gone really really bad.
The Other Side by Alfred Kubin
However tired you may be, you feel the compulsion to keep going, on and on… We only enjoy real peace when our wandering is at an end. Though symbolism of what is hard to pin down.
I don’t understand why it is not more widely known. It was reprinted a number of times since it was written around I think with more and more of his autobiography added – obviously as he wrote it. One of my new favorites! The shape of the turd is like one of those clouds that looks like a bunny rabbit if you look at it the right way.
Questo, da noi, viene curato e sviluppato, il disturbarlo sarebbe un inconcepibile delitto. The nurse was a fucking bitch, though, and I’m sure she would have made some mouth noise I could have construed as an invader from the evil mental lands across the gray mass seas.
Imagine yourself now walking in the past among ruined building and ancient relics. Imagine yourself in another world where people commit orgies in the streets and snakes curl under your bead-shee Imagine you are on a train and you are going to a distant place that you have been to before.
You are now in the world of Alfred Kubin I think it would have been better at a somewhat shorter length; the hideous events palled by repetition. Es innegable que Kubin escribe muy bien. Blah blah blah Jung and the collective subconscious. The Other Side was written inwhen, at the age of 30, he found himself unable the blurb says to draw for three straight months.
The Other Side
That’s exactly how this very disturbing novel begins. This is what I liked about The Other Side: I suoi disegni, invece, sono arte pura. Some passages of cosmic destruction reminded me of “The House on the Borderland” where the very universe quakes, crumbles and is destroyed.
View all 6 comments. If only more artists would use writing to express themselves, to convey their art through words, what I would give to read something wr My th rating here Apparently Kafka read it and enjoyed it. En ese sentido, las acciones que se van dando son, para mi gusto, un tanto inconexas. Literally, not just hyperbolically.
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I will tell you that this book disturbed me to my core, and that partee happens. Recommended to Mariel by: Da un barlume di comprensione nacque una forza, un’aspirazione The prose isn’t brilliant but Kubin is ex A man in his thirties, married, an artist, receives a strange offer: Want to Read Currently Reading Read. Si capisce come sia diventato e rimasto romanzo di culto superando il tempo e le epoche. It pretty much bored me to the backs of my eyeballs and then showed me what those prte nerves looked like in my pasty white hand.
Parye you forget to put on the address? How it ends I won’t say, but imagine any dream you’ve ever had that starts out being sort of quirky and then rapidly devolves into a nightmare from which you struggle to awaken, and that describes this novel in a nutshell.
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Was that the source of Kubin’s imagination? Now he grew boundlessly, he dug up a volcano from which still hung, snail-shaped and twisted, a granite intestine torn from the entrails of the earth.
If I don’t remember what the hell happened at any time in my life between this part of the book and today it isn’t my fault. I don’t understand making him the great and powerful Oz.