![A woman in a long, flowing dress covered with painted snakes. She is holding a wooden snake in one hand, and lookint into its face. She has long, curled hare, and there are pillows spread out on the floor around her.](/_app/immutable/assets/loie-fuller.ChJIufHC.jpg)
I said that however cleverly he managed his paradoxes he would never make me believe that there was more grace in a jointed mechanical doll than there is in the structure of the human body.
He replied: “It is simply impossible for a human being to reach the grace of the jointed doll. Only a god can duel with matter on this level, and it is at this point that the two ends of the ring-formed world grasp each other.”
At midnight on the Emperor's pavement flit
Flames that no faggot feeds, nor steel has lit,
Nor storm disturbs, flames begotten of flame,
Where blood-begotten spirits come
And all
complexities of fury
leave,
Dying into a dance,
An agony of trance,
An agony of flame that cannot singe a sleeve.
![A marionette of a king, painted all gold, except for his white face. The crown is a strange organic shape, not resembling a real crown, and his arms and legs are formed of cones.](/_app/immutable/assets/taeuber-arp-marionette.8b5sJamH.jpg)