“And images of self-confusednesses
Which hurt imaginations only see—
And from this nothing seen, tells news of devils,
Which but expressions be of inward evils.”
—Fulke Greville (1554–1628)
“The romance and mystery is [sic] gone. Computer-processed images have no delicacy, no craftsmanship, no substance, and no soul. No love.”
—Kim Nibblett (b. c. 1969)
“How clean the sun when seen in its idea,
Washed in the remotest cleanliness of a heaven
That has expelled us and our images . . .
The death of one god is the death of all.
Let purple Phoebus lie in umber harvest,
Let Phoebus slumber and die in autumn umber....”
—Wallace Stevens (1879–1955)