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Lustmurder - Otto Dix
, genre: genre painting, style: Expressionism.
https://uploads8.wikiart.org/images/otto-dix/lustmurder.jpg
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Untitled (MK-82-B-11) - Kenneth Noland
, tags: Line, completition: 1982.
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Czóbel Béla Boy Sitting - Bela Czobel
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Lying Figure - Francis Bacon
, genre: genre painting, style: Expressionism, completition: 1966.
https://uploads2.wikiart.org/images/francis-bacon/lying-figure-1(1).jpg
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21. Knock on wood for good luck.
We usually say “knock on wood” to ward off bad luck, but this very popular saying is said to have originated in Europe. Many churches claimed to have pieces of Jesus’ cross, so knocking on wood is said to bring good luck.
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Abstract Painting by Nino Bosikashvili, Acrylic on Wood, 39.4 x 59.1 in - Large, Abstract Original Artwork For Sale on Saatchi Art. painting%20artwork
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A Suicide Bombing
An unimaginably loud explosion,
Is followed by broken glass,
And the screams of women and children,
Who are caught up in the blast.
They are caught up in a conflict,
It is catching up with all their lives,
It hasn’t asked for what it’s taken,
And it won’t apologise.
The people open their eyes,
Or at least all those who can,
They don’t want to see the damage,
Dealt by the bombers hand.
They survey all the bleeding,
They hear the cries of pain,
They struggle to comprehend this,
And they start to feel the strain.
A half a dozen are dead,
Fathers, mothers and sons,
And no one can answer the question:
In all this loss, just who has won?
What would drive a person
To board a bus with this in his head?
The survivors don’t know the reason,
Anyone who does is probably dead.
An unimaginably loud explosion,
Is followed by broken glass,
And the screams of women and children,
Who are caught up in the blast.
They are caught up in a conflict,
It is catching up with all their lives,
It hasn’t asked for what it’s taken,
And it won’t apologise.
The people open their eyes,
Or at least all those who can,
They don’t want to see the damage,
Dealt by the bombers hand.
They survey all the bleeding,
They hear the cries of pain,
They struggle to comprehend this,
And they start to feel the strain.
A half a dozen are dead,
Fathers, mothers and sons,
And no one can answer the question:
In all this loss, just who has won?
What would drive a person
To board a bus with this in his head?
The survivors don’t know the reason,
Anyone who does is probably dead.