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    Sarkofag. Wirtualne istnienie i realne nieistnienie
    (Wydział Sztuki UR, 2017-12) Huculak, Łukasz
    The article deals with the significance of the vanitas theme in visual arts and considers its controversial status in contemporary culture. The beginnings of civilization are connected with burying rituals and the need to commemorate the ancestors: we date particular communities according to the first burials, regarding their attitude towards the infirm as an indicator of socialization and the attitude towards the dead as a source of symbolic thinking, i. e. a manifestation of high culture. Compared with the periods during which those customs developed and consolidated, the present era seems to be distinguished by a certain serenity: we have managed to camouflage the prospect of the end with hygiene and cosmetics and postpone the moment of dying by means of medicine and entertainment. Real death has therefore gained an acceptable look and the remains of the terror vanish with the universality of virtual dying (films, games, news bulletins).
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    Wszystko zaczyna się od ekstazy
    (Wydział Sztuki UR, 2017-12) Tulik, Jan
    A grand chapel or rather a Rococo boudoir? Amalia, dozing off on soft pillows, a shoe showing from under her long dress. She is leaning on her right elbow, with her left hand marking a page (could it be a French romance?) in the book she’s just been reading, which has not yet slipped and fallen down on to the marble bedclothes. I am sure some poems are born unexpectedly, as if from a flash of the first spring lightning. Others – I have a right to think so – take years to make up a mosaic picture and also come into being suddenly: in about a dozen hours, though the poem got its ultimate shape in nine years. If those events, the objects of my delight striking me with reflexes of associations, the instances scattered in time, evked in me a fascination growing in passion in order to finally explode into a poem, I can assume that summa was an inspiration. Or perhaps everything starts with ecstasy? What is beautiful is that in art everything is possible. The same as with God.