22 November 2014

Bizet's 'Carmen' a significant historical marker for women's suffrage

Bizet's widow of three years at 29
"That's my last Duchess painted on the wall,
Looking as if she were alive. I call
That piece a wonder, now: Fra Pandolf’s hands
Worked busily a day, and there she stands.
Will’t please you sit and look at her? I said
“Fra Pandolf” by design, for never read
Strangers like you that pictured countenance,
The depth and passion of its earnest glance,
But to myself They turned (since none puts by


The curtain I have drawn for you, but I)
And seemed as they would ask me, if they durst,
How such a glance came there; so, not the first
Are you to turn and ask thus".


                                   ... Robert Browning (1812-89), English Poet

A woman, clothed in black, sits in a high-back wooden chair. She stares directly in front of her somewhat insecure it seems as suggested particularly by her hands. Her left hand positioned in her lap appears nervously rigid, while the other lays a tad awkward on the chair's arm rest. This remarkable portrait by Jules-Élie Delaunay (1828-91) is of Geneviève Halévy (1849-1926), later Geneviève Bizet and Geneviève Straus. She was to become a French salonniere of some notoriety. She inspired Marcel Proust (1871-1922) as a model for the Duchesse de Guermantes in A la recherche du temps perdu.
Madame Halevy´s main claim to fame was as the wife of Georges Bizet (1838-75), a famous French composer, mainly of operas (notably Carmen). She is pictured here at 29, his widow of three years, after barely six years of marriage with one son. But what tumultuous years those were!

Carmen
This was a time of massive social upheaval in Paris where the couple had decided to live, just on the heels of the French Revolution which precipitated into terror and then Napoleonic despotism preparing the way for the pan-European revolutions of 1848. These were short-lived but they ushered in the Paris Commune an epochal experiment in socialist government that briefly ruled Paris in 1871. Even though it lasted only a few months and thousands of socialist enthusiasts lost their lives in a brutal supression by federal imperialist forces, it did establish an important planning framework for Lenin in the October revolution of 1917. And in the midst of this chaos in Paris emerged Bizet's Carmen, now one of the most frequently performed operas in the world.





18 November 2014

Depression is a sickness


... get it?
"When asked about my bouts with clinical depression 'what have you got to be depressed about?' in light of  fame,  fortune, and professional success, the proper answer is 'what have you got the flu about or asthma about? It’s a sickness, and you can get it'".

          ... Dick Cavett (b. 1936), a former 
television talk show host known for his conversational style and in-depth discussions.

Cry "Havoc!", and let slip the dogs of war

Opium and aspiration led him on
  "The Home-coming"

      ... Ralph Cheever Dunning (1878-1930), poet.


SCENE: A room in a house half demolished by shell-fire on a deserted battlefield. Indistinct figure of an old woman. Enter another figure, like a young soldier, through a half-open door.

Old Woman. Is that you, Charles?
Young Soldier. Yes, Granny—where are you?
Old Woman. I am here in the corner, Charles. How did you escape from the battle?
Young Soldier. I do not know; but here I am, as you can see.
Old Woman. I do not see you very plainly, Charles.
Young Soldier. I cannot see you at all, Granny.
Old Woman. I tell you I am here in the corner.
Young Soldier. Very well, Granny; I begin to see you now.
Old Woman. Please close the door behind you. I would not
have it open for a minute with all those strange noises about.
Young Soldier. I cannot close the door, Granny. It must have
 been jammed by the explosion.
Old Woman. But it has been swinging in the wind.
Young Soldier. Yes, but I cannot close it. Where are all the others?
Old Woman. They went away in a big cart.
Young Soldier. Is Margaret safe?
Old Woman. She went away in the cart.         
Young Soldier. Why did not you go?
Old Woman. I am too old to leave the house where I was born.
I hid myself, and your father said they could not waste time looking for me.
Young Soldier. How long before the firing began did they leave?
Old Woman. About an hour, I think.
Young Soldier. Then they must all be killed.  
Old Woman. Yes, perhaps.
Young Soldier. They might have hidden in the hills.
Old Woman. They did not have time. War is terrible for poor people, Charles.
Young Soldier. It is, indeed. If you could see the things I have seen!
Our field and the old barn are all torn, and the bridge over the brook is blown up.
Old Woman. It is very terrible to think of.        
Young Soldier. Granny!
Old Woman. Yes, Charles.
Young Soldier. If I tell you something you must not be frightened.
Old Woman. I will try not to be.
Young Soldier. I am only a ghost, Granny. I am lying dead out there
with my eyes open. I could not close them any more than I could close the door.         
Old Woman. Now I can tell you, Charles: I am only a ghost, too; my body
is lying in the cellar.
Young Soldier. You were killed when the shell blew the house to pieces?
Old Woman. Yes, Charles.
Young Soldier. What shall we do now, Granny?
Old Woman. We can do nothing but linger now. Perhaps when the war
is over we shall die completely.

16 November 2014

The King of England is dead. Long live the King.


"I wonder what he meant by that?"



"I shall be delighted, if the information I have to give be of any use to you. Some say the King of England is dead; others, that he is not dead: for my own part, I believe neither the one nor the other. I tell you this in confidence, but I rely on your discretion."


... Charles Maurice de Talleyrand (1754–1838), French bishop, politician, and Napoleon's chief diplomatic aide in the conquest of Europe. This remark was reputedly proffered up to a banker, hoping to make a profit from inside information about whether rumours that the King of England was dead were in fact true.

25 September 2014


Jean-Jacques Rousseau, Discourse on Inequality, 1754

26 August 2014

This be the verse you grave for me

"sick and well, I have had splendid life of it, grudge nothing, regret very little"[


Under the wide and starry sky,
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live and gladly die,

And I laid me down with a will.
This be the verse you grave for me:

Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.


 ... Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-94), Scottish novelist, poet, essayist, and travel writer.
Stevenson's tomb on Upolu island in Samoa




 

Life with a hole in It

... a family-values type
They fuck you up, your mum and dad.   
They may not mean to,
but they do.   
They fill you with the 
faults they had
And add some extra, just
for you.
 
But they were fucked up
in their turn
By fools in old-style
hats and coats,   
Who half the time were
soppy-stern
And half at one   
another’s throats.
  
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don’t have any kids yourself. 
              
  ... Philip Larkin (1822-85), English poet (entitled This Be The Verse


  
     

 

07 August 2014

Algren's "three rules of life"

...a proletarian view



"Never play cards with a man called Doc. Never eat at a place called Mom's. Never sleep with a woman whose troubles are worse than your own."


... Nelson Algren (1909-81), American writer ... quote from his 1956 novel A Walk on the Wild Side.

04 August 2014

Realism, naturally

Honoré de Balzac on an 1842 daguerreotype
 
 
 
"Love has its own instinct, finding the way to the heart, as the feeblest insect finds the way to its flower, with a will which nothing can dismay nor turn aside".   
 
            
... Honoré de Balzac (1799-1850), French novelist and playwright.

28 July 2014

... the stuff of thought

Abstract Expressionism
Fled the Armenian Genocide in 1915



"The stuff of thought is the seed of the artist. Dreams form the bristles of the artist's brush. As the eye functions as the brain's sentry, I communicate my innermost perceptions through the art, my worldview"

Arshile Gorky (1904-48), Armenian-American painter

27 July 2014

... a pioneering example of modern Symbolist writing

Rimbaud, aged 17
A Season in Hell

Once, if my memory serves me well, my life was a banquet where every heart revealed itself, where every wine flowed.


One evening I took Beauty in my arms - and I thought her bitter - and I insulted her.

I steeled myself against justice.

I fled. O witches, O misery, O hate, my treasure was left in your care!

I have withered within me all human hope. With the silent leap of a sullen beast, I have downed and strangled every joy.

I have called for executioners; I want to perish chewing on their gun butts. I have called for plagues, to suffocate in sand and blood. Unhappiness has been my god. I have lain down in the mud, and dried myself off in the crime-infested air. I have played the fool to the point of madness.

And springtime brought me the frightful laugh of an idiot.

Now recently, when I found myself ready to croak! I thought to seek the key to the banquet of old, where I might find an appetite again.

That key is Charity. - This idea proves I was dreaming!

"You will stay a hyena, etc...," shouts the demon who once crowned me with such pretty poppies. "Seek death with all your desires, and all selfishness, and all the Seven Deadly Sins."

Ah! I've taken too much of that: - still, dear Satan, don't look so annoyed, I beg you! And while waiting for a few belated cowardices, since you value in a writer all lack of descriptive or didactic flair, I pass you these few foul pages from the diary of a Damned Soul
 
... Arthur Rimbaud (1854-1891), French poet
 
 

Rimbaud (seated second to left) in 1872 painting by Henri Fantin-Latour




12 July 2014

Doctor Zhivago from the heart




Zhivago means "the living" in Russian



“It’s the disease of our time. I think its causes are of a moral order. A constant, systematic dissembling is required of the vast majority of us. It’s impossible, without its affecting your health, to show yourself day after day contrary to what you feel, to lay yourself out for what you don’t love, to rejoice over what brings you misfortune.… Our soul takes up room in space and sits inside us like the teeth in our mouth. It cannot be endlessly violated with impunity.”


... Boris Pasternak (1890-1960), Russian poet, novelist, and literary translator ... a remark in his acclaimed novel Doctor Zhivago prompted undoubtedly by his own  serious heart attack suffered at 62, in the midst of writing it.


 

22 June 2014

A country girl

A lifetime exile

"A lot of memoirs end in catharsis. They´re hunky-dory with their mother and father, their sister and mother, and I feel that´s imposed. You´re alone with yourself, and your writing, and the feeling of one´s mind fraying, from a lot of things--the weight of time, the wailing of the foxes."  


   ... Edna O'Brien (1930b), an Irish novelist, memoirist, playwright, poet and short story writer

21 June 2014

Male anxiety of the home


Cartoonist*




"Old age is the most unexpected of all the things that can happen to a man"

   ... James Thurber ( 1894-1961), American cartoonist, playright, and celebrated wit.
 


* an animated example [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1teJjX-smdE&feature=related]


The Lost Generation

"Let¨s not think about it"
"I think the future of mankind is short & getting shorter— we proliferate, we grow in bulk and stature like some prehistoric species of animals on the brink of wiping themselves out  by destroying their environment".
 
 
             ... Malcolm Cowley (1898-1989), American novelist, poet, literary critic, journalist

06 March 2014

Waiting for Godot





"I myself know him less well than anyone ... if his name suggests the heavens, it is only to the extent that a product for promoting hair can seem heavenly. Each person is free to put a face on him".


... Samuel Beckett (1906-89), Irish novelist, playwright.


05 March 2014

Determining determinism

quote from his Ethics
″... the infant believes that it is by free will that it seeks the breast; the angry boy believes that by free will he wishes vengeance; the timid man thinks it is with free will he seeks flight; the drunkard believes that by a free command of his mind he speaks the things which when sober he wishes he had left unsaid. ... All believe that they speak by a free command of the mind, whilst, in truth, they have no power to restrain the impulse which they have to speak″.[

          ... Baruch Spinoza (1632-77), Dutch philosopher  

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