18 June 2012

... like killing a magnificent stag


"the Auk"
This man was a loser. Known informly as “the Auk” (1884-1981), in his role as chief commander  of allied forces in North Africa confronting the Germans and the Italians during WW2, he was summarily censured by Field Marshal Alan Brooke (1883-1963), the foremost military advisor to British Prime Minister Winston Churchill (1874-1965),  as providing "nothing less than bad generalship”. The Auk ignominiously and abruptly exited the WW2 stage to be replaced by his subordinate Bernard Montgomery (1987-1976)  who said of him “when I served under Auchinleck ... I cannot recall that we ever agreed on anything”. This all occurred at a crucial pivotal moment in the war, for there soon followed the so-called decisive Battle of Alamein (1942), the first major Allied victory over the Germans in North Africa of which Churchill later observed “we had neither a victory before it, nor a defeat after it”.

This assessment of “the Auk” arguably may be
a tad unfair, his being perhaps a hapless victim of circumstance with a goodly dose of elitist military politics thrown in for good measure. But his checkered military career was also encumbered beforehand by questionable command adroitness in Denmark against the Germans and then dogged afterwards by meddlesome intrigues in his various commands in India. Nonetheless, he certainly was the man of the moment at a crucial time in the last world war and is saddled in history as being a key player who might well have lost everything for the Allies had he continued in his command, and the 3rd Reich's boast  that it would endure for a 1000 years (instead of the twelve it did) might well still be a reality today. 

The desert fox
In retrospect this is not just idle speculation. France had just crumbled in no time flat under an unparalleled German military blitzkrieg onslaught, suddenly leaving North Africa and the Suez Canal, the gateway to the East, a vulnerable target. After all, Italy’s Mussolini (1883-1945) was already hellbent to dislodge Britain’s hold on Egypt, but was hardly a match against the clearly superior British military in the area. But now with Germany’s insertion of Rommel (1891-1944) in the mix, undeniably one of its most competent German commanders, things were becoming dire indeed for the allies with the imminent prospect of a German/Italian victory in North Africa and particularly the complete domination of vast petroleum resources to fuel Axis aggression campaigns already well advanced both east and west.

The remarkable photo below is as real as it is unposed, capturing a pivotal moment as poignant as any in war history. The backdrop is very close to the North African battlefront at an instant when in WW2 everything before which was dismal for the Allies changed to everything that was hopeful and eventually victorious. Churchill, in the foreground chomping his perennial cigar, is in the process of sacking the Auk who appears nearby with clenched fist and intense bearing seemingly in some kind of confrontation with Dominion commanders, most notably the leader of the Australian forces facing him. The Auk was definitely suffering a crisis of leadership at the time, having lost the confidence of Dominion commanders.

The sacking ... Churchill style
Cigar smoking permitted

 A personal drama being played out behind the scenes makes this photo all the more amazing. Churchill at 67 had just been at the White House visiting with FDR only some six months before when he experienced pains in his chest diagnosed by his personal doctor as a mild heart attack. The doctor, a close family friend, while providing critical care decided to say nothing about the seriousness of his condition, even to Churchill himself. The obvious treatment would have been six weeks of total rest, which would have severely complicated the Washington mission and announced to the world that Britain's leader was an invalid with a crippled heart and a doubtful future. Now here he is in the scorching desert heat having just flown to North Africa on a very arduous and dangerous circuitous route over the Mediteranian without escort in a flying boat airliner, neither comfortable nor very safe. The aircraft was not pressurised, and en route to Cairo in 1942, Churchill insisted that his oxygen mask be adapted to accommodate a cigar. Years later Churchill, reflecting on the events of the time, commented rather graciously that removing Auk was "like killing a magnificent stag".


Marrakesh
Not only did the Auk lose in war, he also lost in love. His wife ran off with a British RAF commander at the end of the war in 1946, and he himself retired shortly after from the military. He ended up in Marrakesh (North Africa) where he lived out the rest of his life, quietly and alone in a modest flat, taking his morning coffee at the La Renaissance CafĂ© in the new part of the city where he was known simply as "le marechal". Ironically it was the same place Churchill convalesced for some weeks after he collapsed at Eisenhower's (1890-1969) headquarters in nearby Tunisia in late 1943 with a bout of pneumonia. Auk faded away an old soldier at the grand age of 96, long outliving his various "adversaries" including Churchill, Montgomery and the RAF commander who ran away with his wife. 

18 May 2012

Farewell. Farewell my hands

"Farewell. Farewell my hands"
"My symphonic dances which I wrote in america were a memory of what was and what might have been. Afterall composing is as essential a part of my being as breathing or eating. It is the expression of my deepest thoughts; and my constant need to compose is actually the urge within me to give sound to those thoughts. I write down only what I hear within me. I wish to say simply and directly what I feel, and if that be love, or sadness, or bitterness, well so be it. My music is perhaps a long dark coda into the night.

Ah this endless concertizing just to earn enough to survive! In New Orleans I definitely noticed my coughing was getting worse. Soon I will not be able to get up, sit, or lie down. I keep spitting phlegm into a paper bag, phlegm covered with blood. Too many cigarettes! I am frightened, embarassed, and guilty. And so finally as I end, I feel that my mournful features are clearing. I have signed myself up for a course of healing by music. What other function can music have but to make us whole again?
Farewell. Farewell my hands".

... Sergei Rachmaninoff  (1873-1943) Russian composer, pianist, and conductor.
           - excerpt from diary notes written shortly before he died.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cuUjsXf4_PE&feature=g-all-u

30 April 2012

The Pianist

"I still don’t know why my playing is considered so disturbing. I remember in school, as a child, I learned that the flame of a candle is composed of a yellow light, which actually burns, and a blue light within it, which is ice cold. That is true of human beings as well. Perhaps it is the sight of that blue light in me that frightens certain people.”       

    ... Alexis Weissenberg (1929-2012)
French pianist

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=83Q86WssF38

14 February 2012

Tolstoy didn’t like Shakespeare

"Several times I read the dramas and the comedies and historical plays, and I invariably underwent the same feelings: repulsion, weariness, and bewilderment. At the present time, before writing this preface, being desirous once more to test myself, I have, as an old man of seventy-five, again read the whole of Shakespeare, including the historical plays, the "Henrys," "Troilus and Cressida," the "Tempest," "Cymbeline," and I have felt, with even greater force, the same feelings,—this time, however, not of bewilderment, but of firm, indubitable conviction that the unquestionable glory of a great genius which Shakespeare enjoys, and which compels writers of our time to imitate him and readers and spectators to discover in him non-existent merits,—thereby distorting their aesthetic and ethical understanding,—is a great evil, as is every untruth"           

 ... Leo Tolstoy (1828-1910), Russian writer

10 February 2012

Time-warp

Because I could not stop for death, he kindly stopped for me






"Does not Eternity appear dreadful to you...I often get thinking of it and it seems so dark to me that I almost wish there was no Eternity. To think that we must forever live and never cease to be. It seems as if Death which all so dread because it launches us upon an unknown world would be a relief to so endless a state of existense."

... Emily Dickinson (1830-86), American poet

09 February 2012

Consciousness a la quantum mechanics

Our minds can arrive at truths beyond the reach of a logical system


 "... for both the rich and the poor, life is dominated by an ever growing current of problems, most of which seem to have no real and lasting solution. Clearly we have not touched the deeper causes of our troubles. The ultimate source of all these problems is in thought itself, the very thing of which our civilization is most proud, and therefore the one thing that is "hidden" because of our failure seriously to engage with its actual working in our own individual lives and in the life of society."


... David Bohm (1917-92), celebrated quantum
physicist who contributed to theoretical physics, philosophy, neuropsychology, and the Manhattan Project.

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