The Lovers’ Chronicle 14 March – seeker – verse by Arthur O’Shaughnessy – art by Ferdinand Hodler – photography by Diane Arbus

Dear Zazie, Here is today’s Lovers’ Chronicle from Mac Tag dedicated to his muse. Follow us on twitter @cowboycoleridge. Rhett

The Lovers’ Chronicle

Dear Muse,

another recurrin’ theme
“Of many things”
yes, of streams of words
of light, of consciousness
“Where did this one come from”
the Who song
“I thought so”
Pete was “searching high and low”
and it struck me at the time, that
i would end up like the song,
not findin’ it till the day i died
but now they can call me
the seeker and finder

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this thing that we sought steadfastly
we cared not whither, known at last
who shall be at length the giver
for this, — our life and all our years
are cast upon the vision and our hearts
are as our hands that steer and things
that we dreamed not, unfold before us

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verse maker,
dreamer,
wanderin’ by,
a seeker, on whom
the pale moon gleams

we are it seems, in wonder
we build out of a story
we fashion
with a new song’s
measure
out of the past
with our sighin’,
with our mirth
our inspiration
for what is comin’

our dreamin’
seemin’ possible

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ask why, the woman
with the broken smile
“Because I am damaged.”
darlin’, we all are
and that is not what i see

come we will seek
and we will find
what lies within

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verse maker
dreamer
son of a son
of the High Plains
solitary soul
seeker of streams
of words, of light,
of consciousness,
and of course
the mountain kind

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Arthur O’Shaughnessy, ca 1875.

Today is the birthday of Arthur William Edgar O’Shaughnessy (London 14 March 1844 – 30 January 1881 London); poet and herpetologist of Irish descent.  He is most remembered for his ode beginning with the words “We are the music makers, /And we are the dreamers of dreams” which has been set to music several times.

The artists Dante Gabriel Rossetti and Ford Madox Brown were among O’Shaughnessy’s circle of friends, and in 1873, he married Eleanor Marston, the daughter of author John Westland Marston and the sister of the poet Philip Bourke Marston. Together, he and his wife wrote a book of children’s stories, Toy-land (1875). They had two children together, both of whom died in infancy.

Eleanor died in 1879, and O’Shaughnessy himself died in London two years later at the age of 36 from the effects of a “chill” after walking home from the theatre on a rainy night.  He is buried in Kensal Green Cemetery.

Verse 

Music and Moonlight (1874)

Ode

  • We are the music makers,
    And we are the dreamers of dreams,

    Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
    And sitting by desolate streams; —
    World-losers and world-forsakers,
    On whom the pale moon gleams:
    Yet we are the movers and shakers
    Of the world for ever, it seems.
  • With wonderful deathless ditties
    We build up the world’s great cities
    ,
    And out of a fabulous story
    We fashion an empire’s glory:
    One man with a dream, at pleasure,
    Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
    And three with a new song’s measure
    Can trample an empire down.
  • We, in the ages lying
    In the buried past of the earth,
    Built Nineveh with our sighing,
    And Babel itself with our mirth;
    And o’erthrew them with prophesying
    To the old of the new world’s worth;
    For each age is a dream that is dying,
    Or one that is coming to birth.
  • A breath of our inspiration
    Is the life of each generation
    ;
    A wondrous thing of our dreaming
    Unearthly, impossible seeming —
    The soldier, the king, and the peasant
    Are working together in one,
    Till our dream shall become their present,
    And their work in the world be done.
  • They had no vision amazing
    Of the goodly house they are raising;
    They had no divine foreshowing
    Of the land to which they are going:
    But on one man’s soul it hath broken,
    A light that doth not depart;
    And his look, or a word he hath spoken,
    Wrought flame in another man’s heart.
  • And therefore to-day is thrilling
    With a past day’s late fulfilling;
    And the multitudes are enlisted
    In the faith that their fathers resisted,
    And, scorning the dream of to-morrow,
    Are bringing to pass, as they may,
    In the world, for its joy or its sorrow,
    The dream that was scorned yesterday.
  • But we, with our dreaming and singing,
    Ceaseless and sorrowless we!
    The glory about us clinging
    Of the glorious futures we see
    ,
    Our souls with high music ringing:
    O men! it must ever be
    That we dwell, in our dreaming and singing,
    A little apart from ye.
    We are afar with the dawning
    And the suns that are not yet high,
    And out of the infinite morning
    Intrepid you hear us cry —
    How, spite of your human scorning,
    Once more God’s future draws nigh,
    And already goes forth the warning
    That ye of the past must die.
  • Great hail! we cry to the comers
    From the dazzling unknown shore;
    Bring us hither your sun and your summers;
    And renew our world as of yore;
    You shall teach us your song’s new numbers,
    And things that we dreamed not before:
    Yea, in spite of a dreamer who slumbers,
    And a singer who sings no more.

Barcarolle

  • The stars are dimly seen among the shadows of the bay,
    And lights that win are seen in strife with lights that die away.
  • O precious is the pause between the winds that come and go,
    And sweet the silence of the shores between the ebb and flow.
  • Spread sail! For it is Hope today that like a wind new-risen
    Doth waft us on a golden wing towards a new horizon,
    That is the sun before our sight, the beacon for us burning,
    That is the star in all our night of watching and of yearning.
  • Love is this thing that we pursue today, tonight, for ever,
    We care not whither, know not who shall be at length the giver:
    For Love, — our life and all our years are cast upon the waves;
    Our heart is as the hand that steers; — but who is He that saves?

 

Ferdinand Hodler
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Self-portrait, 1916

Today is the birthday of Ferdinand Hodler (Bern; March 14, 1853 – May 19, 1918 Geneva); in my opinion, one of the best-known Swiss painters of the nineteenth century. His early works were portraits, landscapes, and genre paintings in a realistic style. Later, he adopted a personal form of symbolism he called “parallelism”.

 In 1884, Hodler met Augustine Dupin (1852–1909), who became his companion and model for the next several years.

From 1889 until their divorce in 1891, Hodler was married to Bertha Stucki, who is depicted in his painting, Poetry (1897, Museum für Gestaltung, Zürich). In 1898, Hodler married Berthe Jacques.

In 1908, Hodler met Valentine Godé-Darel, who became his mistress. She was diagnosed with cancer in 1913, and the many hours Hodler spent by her bedside resulted in a remarkable series of paintings documenting her decline from the disease. Her death in January 1915 affected Hodler greatly. He occupied himself with work on a series of about 20 introspective self-portraits that date from 1916.

By 1917 his health was deteriorating. In November of that year he became ill with pulmonary edema, and told his son he was considering suicide. Although mostly bedridden, he painted a number of views of the city from his balcony in the months before his death.

Gallery

The dream

The dream

Night, 1889–1890, Berne, Kunstmuseum

Valentine Godé-Darel on Her Sickbed, 1914, oil on canvas

20230314_200212And today is the birthday of Diane Arbus (née Nemerov; New York City;March 14, 1923 – July 26, 1971 New YorkCity); photographer.  She photographed a wide range of subjects including strippers, carnival performers, nudists, people with dwarfism, children, mothers, couples, elderly people, and middle-class families.  She photographed her subjects in familiar settings: their homes, on the street, in the workplace, in the park. “She is noted for expanding notions of acceptable subject matter and violates canons of the appropriate distance between photographer and subject. By befriending, not objectifying her subjects, she was able to capture in her work a rare psychological intensity.”  In his 2003 New York Times Magazine article, “Arbus Reconsidered”, Arthur Lubow states, “She was fascinated by people who were visibly creating their own identities—cross-dressers, nudists, sideshow performers, tattooed men, the nouveaux riches, the movie-star fans—and by those who were trapped in a uniform that no longer provided any security or comfort.”  Michael Kimmelman writes in his review of the exhibition Diane Arbus Revelations, that her work “transformed the art of photography (Arbus is everywhere, for better and worse, in the work of artists today who make photographs)”.  Arbus’s imagery helped to normalize marginalized groups and highlight the importance of proper representation of all people.

her lifetime she achieved some recognition and renown with the publication, beginning in 1960, of photographs in such magazines as EsquireHarper’s Bazaar, London’s Sunday Times Magazine, and Artforum.  In 1963 the Guggenheim Foundation awarded Arbus a fellowship for her proposal entitled, “American Rites, Manners and Customs”. She was awarded a renewal of her fellowship in 1966.  John Szarkowski, the director of photography at the Museum of Modern Art (MoMA) in New York City from 1962 to 1991, championed her work and included it in his 1967 exhibit New Documents along with the work of Lee Friedlander and Garry Winogrand.  Her photographs were also included in a number of other major group shows.

In 1972, a year after her suicide, Arbus became the first photographer to be included in the Venice Biennale where her photographs were “the overwhelming sensation of the American Pavilion” and “extremely powerful and very strange”.

The first major retrospective of Arbus’ work was held in 1972 at MoMA, organized by Szarkowski. The retrospective garnered the highest attendance of any exhibition in MoMA’s history to date.  Millions viewed traveling exhibitions of her work from 1972 to 1979.  The book accompanying the exhibition, Diane Arbus: An Aperture Monograph, edited by Doon Arbus and Marvin Israel and first published in 1972 has never been out of print.

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The Lovers’ Chronicle 13 March – right here – art by Hans Gude, Alexej von Jawlensky & William Glackens – photography by Bunny Yeager

Dear Zazie,  Here is today’s Lovers’ Chronicle from Mac Tag.  Every day; with or without love for you?  Rhett

The Lovers’ Chronicle

Dear Muse,

from the Van Halen song, of course
“Most of them could be traced there”
ha, true i have weakness for all VH songs
“We all should follow our musical urges”
this day has an alternate theme from
one of my favorite David Byrne songs,
“Tiny Apocalypse”
“Great song”
from when my days were governed
by movin’ from one tiny
apocalypse to the next
“And now”
they are all about
right here, right now

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every day with you
(fill in your favorite
phrase for blissful)

complete
not wasted
meaningful
with purpose

a little deeper
the past laid to rest
gittin’ through
right here
where i belong

not longer waitin’
for the next
little apocalypse
a lot closer
lookin’ like the way in

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Pale Love Pale Rider

every day
without you
(fill in your favorite
word for sadness)

incomplete
wasted
meaningless
without purpose

a little deeper
dealin’ with regret
tryin’ to get through
more out of control

a little apocalypse
a lot closer
lookin’ like no way out
strugglin’ with forgiveness

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has it been right there
in front of us all along

time and again, choices
have proven for certain
that we were searchin’
in all the wrong places

is it time to stop lookin’
for what we already have,
what is right here, right now

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This was inspired by a line from the David Byrne song, “Tiny Apocalypse” (which is not the SOD because it is not about love or the lack thereof).  I first heard the song from the Oliver Stone movie, Wall Street Money Never Sleeps which I watched again the other day.   (We here at TLC have a soft spot for New York City and Wall Street.  Long story, maybe someday I will tell why.)  So the line, “every day a little apocalypse” stuck in my head and this is what came out.  Hope you like……

Every Day (Without You)

Every
Damn day
Every
Dark day

Without you

Every day sad

Every day lost

Every day bleak
Every day stark

Without you

Every day incomplete

Every day wasted time
Every day meaningless
Every day without purpose

Without you

Every day a little deeper
Every day dealin’ with regret
Every day tryin’ to get through
Every day more out of control

Without you

Every day a little apocalypse
Every day just a little bit closer
Every day lookin’ more like no way out
Every day still strugglin’ with forgiveness

Without you

Every day another apocalypse
Every day a whole lot deeper
Every day wastin’ time
Every day lost
Every
Damn
Day

Without you

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The Song of the Day is “Everyday” by Dave Matthews Band.  (C) 2001 BMG Entertainment

 

Hans Gude
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Hans Gude

Today is the birthday of Hans Fredrik Gude (Christiania, United Kingdoms of Sweden and Norway 13 March 1825 – 17 August 1903 Berlin); romanticist painter and in my opinion, along with Johan Christian Dahl, one of Norway’s foremost landscape painters.  He has been called a mainstay of Norwegian National Romanticism.  He is associated with the Düsseldorf school of painting.

Gude’s artistic career was not one marked with drastic change and revolution, but was instead a steady progression that slowly reacted to general trends in the artistic world.  Gude’s early works are of idyllic, sun-drenched Norwegian landscapes which present a romantic, yet still realistic view of his country.  Around 1860 Gude began painting seascapes and other coastal subjects.  Gude initially painted primarily with oils in a studio, basing his works on studies he had done earlier in the field.  However, as Gude matured as a painter he began to paint en plein air and espoused the merits of doing so to his students.  Gude would paint with watercolors later in life as well as gouache in an effort to keep his art constantly fresh and evolving, and although these were never as well received by the public as his oil paintings, his fellow artists greatly admired them.

Gallery

Bridal Procession on the Hardangerfjord, by Adolph Tidemand and Gude

By the Mill Pond, (1850)

Fresh breeze off the Norwegian coast
Eføybroen, Nord-Wales
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Artist  Gude
Year 1863
Medium Oil on canvas
Dimensions 41.5 cm × 55.5 cm (16.3 in × 21.9 in)
Location National Gallery of Norway, Oslo
Fra Chiemsee
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Artist  Gude
Year 1868
Medium Oil on canvas
Dimensions 145 cm × 208 cm (57 in × 82 in)
Location Private Collection
Alexej von Jawlensky
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Self-portrait, 1905
Alexej Georgewitsch von Jawlensky (Torzhok, Tver Governorate 13 March 1864 – 15 March 1941 Weisbaden, Germany); expressionist painter active in Germany.  He was a key member of the New Munich Artist’s Association (Neue Künstlervereinigung München), Der Blaue Reiter (The Blue Rider) group and later the Die Blaue Vier (The Blue Four).

He met Emmy Scheyer in 1916 (Jawlensky gave her the affectionate nickname, Galka, a Russian word for jackdaw), another artist who abandoned her own work to champion his in the United States. After a hiatus in experimentation with the human form, Jawlensky produced perhaps his best-known series, the Mystical Heads (1917–19), and the Saviour’s Faces (1918–20), which are reminiscent of the traditional Russian Orthodox icons of his childhood.

In 1922, after marrying Werefkin’s former maid Hélène Nesnakomoff, the mother of his only son, Andreas, born before their marriage, Jawlensky took up residence in Wiesbaden.

Gallery 

Head of a woman

Head of a woman

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Girl With Green Face 1910

Girl With Green Face 1910

 
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Jawlensky’s Young Girl in a Flowered Hat, Smarthistory
William Glackens
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William Glackens, circa 1915

Today is the birthday of William James Glackens (Philadelphia; March 13, 1870 – May 22, 1938 Westport, Connecticut); realist painter and one of the founders of the Ashcan School of American art.  He is also known for his work in helping Albert C. Barnes to acquire the European paintings that form the nucleus of the famed Barnes Foundation in Philadelphia.  His dark-hued, vibrantly painted street scenes and depictions of daily life in pre-WW I New York and Paris first established his reputation as a major artist.  His later work was brighter in tone and showed the strong influence of Renoir.  During much of his career as a painter, Glackens also worked as an illustrator for newspapers and magazines in Philadelphia and New York City.

In 1904, Glackens married Edith Dimock, the daughter of a wealthy Connecticut family.  She was also an artist, and they lived together in a Greenwich Village townhouse.  If many of their artist friends lived a bohemian life by the standards of the day, such was not the case with William and Edith Glackens.  In 1957, Ira Glackens published an anecdotal book about his father and the role he played in the emerging realist movement in art.

Gallery

East River Park, ca. 1902. Oil on canvas. Brooklyn Museum

Italo-American Celebration, Washington Square, 1912, Boston Museum of Fine Arts

‘My dear,’ he instructed her patiently under the girl’s approving eyes, ‘you will find it always pays to get the best’, Brooklyn Museum.

Soda Fountain, 1935

Portsmouth Harbor, New Hampshire, 1909

Nude with Apple (1910), Brooklyn Museum

At Mouquin’s (1905), the Art Institute of Chicago

Bathers at Bellport, c. 1912, the Phillips Collection

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The Lovers’ Chronicle 12 March – fear – birth of Gabriele D’Annunzio – art by Carl Holsøe

Dear Zazie, Here is today’s Lovers’ Chronicle from Mac Tag dedicated to his muse. Follow us on twitter @cowboycoleridge. Rhett

The Lovers’ Chronicle

Dear Muse,

none of that around here
“Not anymore”
this one goes back to 2017
and a line from Skyfall
“The days of sadness”
there was plenty back then;
of not gittin’ out alive, or sane
of not bein’ heard or found
“Glad they were laid to rest”
is that a definin’ tenet
of this we share
“That fear is no more”

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another day
another week
crammin’ more into each day
than ever thought possible
i miss you and think
of bein’ with you
i trust that you
are patient,
for this journey
i must complete
i know not else what to do
other than offer this verse
and this vision of us, with

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i sit and write, seems
even more important now
i do not tire, my head
with dreams is full
i sit and write, verse
that aches with desire,
appealin’, yearnin’ only to be
there with you
the purpose found
need defined
it is no roseate view
that beckons,
inspirin’ me

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wonderin’ today,
how many days
have there been
where the only thing
worth lookin’ forward to
in that day, was you

whether it be
seein’ you
or callin’ you
or writin’ you a note,
how many

after careful thought
i came up with
an approximate guess,
a helluva lot

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remember
when you said
you were afraid
i would git bored with you

i know
i have only ever
been worth a damn
at anything
as inspiration struck

but look,
look at all
you have inspired
and for how long

this could be
my masterpiece

and for what it matters
i only want to be
worth a damn
at one thing
you

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Pale Love Pale Rider

*think on your sins*

of course it had to be here
of course it had to be this way

the aftermath of the fall
soakin’ in whiskey
and the charms
of a dark haired,
cinnamon skinned,
for the now lover

she wanted to set me free
only if that were enough

*think on your sins*

 

“How very traditional.”
i like doin’ things
the old fashioned way
“What about new tricks?”
depends on the subject,
and the teacher

“Shall we discuss
your next performance
over a drink?”

be careful what you wish for

 

you are scared
“You know nothing about it.”

i know when a woman is afraid
and pretendin’ not to be
“How much do you know
about fear?”
all there is
“Not like this.”

there is naught
but dark sadness
at the bottom

come we go
time is a wastin’

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Gabriele D’Annunzio
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Today is the birthday of Il Vate, Il Profeta, General Gabriele D’Annunzio, Prince of Montenevoso, Duke of Gallese (Pescara; 12 March 1863 – 1 March 1938 Gardone Riviera), sometimes spelled D’Annunzio; writer, poet, journalist, playwright and soldier during World War I.  He occupied a prominent place in Italian literature from 1889 to 1910 and later political life from 1914 to 1924. He was often referred to under the epithets Il Vate (“the Poet”) or Il Profeta (“the Prophet”).

D’Annunzio was associated with the Decadent movement in his literary works, which interplayed closely with French Symbolism and British Aestheticism.  Such works represented a turn against the naturalism of the preceding romantics and was both sensuous and mystical.  He came under the influence of Friedrich Nietzsche which would find outlets in his literary and later political contributions. His affairs with several women, including Eleonora Duse and Luisa Casati, received public attention.

During the First World War, perception of D’Annunzio in Italy transformed from literary figure into a national war hero. He was associated with the elite Arditi storm troops of the Italian Army and took part in actions such as the Flight over Vienna. As part of an Italian nationalist reaction against the Paris Peace Conference, he set up the short-lived Italian Regency of Carnaro in Fiume with himself as Duce. The constitution made “music” the fundamental principle of the state and was corporatist in nature. Some of the ideas and aesthetics influenced Italian fascism and the style of Benito Mussolini.

In 1883, D’Annunzio married Maria Hardouin di Gallese, and had three sons, Mario (1884-1964), Gabriele Maria “Gabriellino” (1886-1945) and Ugo Veniero (1887-1945), but the marriage ended in 1891. In 1894, he began a love affair with the actress Eleonora Duse which became a cause célèbre.  He provided leading roles for her in his plays of the time such as La città morta (1898) and Francesca da Rimini (1901), but the tempestuous relationship finally ended in 1910. After meeting the Marchesa Luisa Casati in 1903, he began a lifelong turbulent on again-off again affair with Luisa, that lasted until a few years before his death.

D’Annunzio died in 1938 of a stroke, at his home in Gardone Riviera. He was given a state funeral by Mussolini and was interred in a magnificent tomb constructed of white marble at Il Vittoriale degli Italiani.

Verse

Un’oscura tristezza è in fondo a tutte le felicità umane, come alla foce di tutti i fiumi è l’acqua amara.

Vieni;
usciamo
tempo è di rifiorire

Camminare con te per mondi e spiagge. Vorrei che questa fosse la mia sorte.

 Self-portrait, c. 1920

Today is the birthday of Carl Vilhelm Holsøe (Aarhus, Denmark, 12 March 1863 – Asserbo, Denmark, 7 November 1935); artist who primarily painted interiors.

In 1894 he married Emilie Heise, who was his most frequent model; she died in 1930. On 21 October 1935, shortly before his death, he married Ingeborg Margrethe Knudsen.

Gallery

Waiting by the window

Waiting by the window

Interior with woman reading by the window

Interior with woman reading by the window

Vilhelm Hammershøi, Five Portraits (1901–02): left to right, Thorvald Bindesbøll, Svend Hammershøi (foreground, with pipe), Karl Madsen, Jens Ferdinand Willumsen, Holsøe
Reading girl by the window - 1909

Reading girl by the window – 1909

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The Lovers’ Chronicle 11 March – fall – verse by Torquato Tasso – art by Louis Boulanger – premiere of Verdi’s Rigoletto & Don Carlos

Dear Zazie,  Here is today’s Lovers’ Chronicle from Cowboy Coleridge.  Who do you want to fall into?  Has someone fallin’ into you?  Rhett

The Lovers’ Chronicle

Dear Muse,

you know, as in, for someone
“OK, i was thinking, but it’s spring”
this one started back in 2013
“In the land of the melodramatic”
absolutely, none more so
but now it belongs here
“In I for you”
and i for you
“Though the process
was circuitous”
the Hamlet question
“Sorry, now I’m lost”
to fall or not to fall
“Ha, come here, let’s fall again”

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countin’ the minutes before bein’
back together, how many more sleeps
time, with closed eyes, measured breathin’,
savorin’ a delicious blessin’ we cannot
name but will remember from now on
we woke from what we knew
and what we feel now, completely,
takin’ care of what we are creatin’

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up to you to decide
whether noble or tragic
all i can attest to
is the story

not for everyone
details of what was done

drinkin’ amaro bitter and chaste
went dreamin’ and listened
let it pass because everything
will pass and be effaced

memories
are sounds that die in the breeze

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tired
not sleepin’ well
need to write
summon the will
and trust my cape

as far as want
there is only one
just fall…

in fadin’ light
a tiredness,
a flickerin’ between

here, and where
we want to be
fallin’ back
to move on

meanderin’
along the edge
pushin’, dreamin’

tired to the bone
winter not done yet
the past blooms

with spring comin’
though, possibilities
and the tale to tell

over and over
wishin’, we will be
preparin’ to come

time spent together,
do you remember,
slants down to a dream

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hey babe
i made it
wake up
and hold me
yeah like that
oh, i missed you

i heard “Missing You”
on the radio
’bout had to pull over
all i could think about,
was gittin’ back to you

i am so tired
hold me like this
for the rest of the night,
for the rest of…

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Another one that started as a vignette and ended up as a poem.  Hope you live……

Fall Into Her

He was so tired
He had not slept well
He needed to check on the horses
He needed to split and stack some wood
He needed to write
He needed to fix
The things in his life
That were broken

He would summon the will
To get the first things done
Always did
As for the broken things;
Well he would just have to trust his cape
But this is what he wanted to do,
What he really needed,
What he would love to do;

Just fall…

Fall into her
Into her arms
Fall into her
Into her charms
Fall in to her
Together forever
Together with her

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Torquato Tasso
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A depiction of Tasso from a German encyclopedia, 1905. Note the laurel crown.

Today is the birthday of Torquato Tasso (Sorrento, Kingdom of Naples; 11 March 1544 – 25 April 1595 Rome); poet of the 16th century, perhaps best known for his poem Gerusalemme liberata (Jerusalem Delivered, 1581), in which he depicts a highly imaginative version of the combats between Christians and Muslims at the end of the First Crusade, during the Siege of Jerusalem.  He suffered from mental illness and died a few days before he was due to be crowned as the king of poets by the Pope.  Until the beginning of the 20th century, Tasso remained one of the most widely read poets in Europe.

Verse 

Aminta (1573)

  • Ovunque i mi sia, io sono Amore.
    Ne’pastori non men, che ne gli heroi;
    E la disagguaglianza de’soggetti,
    Come à me piace, agguaglio.

      • Prologue
  • Forse, se tu gustassi anco una volta
    La millesima parte de la gioie
    Che gusta un cor amato riamando,
    Diresti, ripentita, sospirando:
    Perduto è tutto il tempo
    Che in amar non si spende.

      • Act I, scene i, lines 26–31.
  • S’ei piace, ei lice
    • What you wish, you may.
      • Act I, Chorus.
  • Femina, cosa mobil per natura,
    Più che fraschetta al vento, e più che cima
    Di pieghevole spica.

      • Act I, scene ii. Compare: “Varium et mutabile semper femina”, Virgil, Aeneid, 4.569.
  • Tu prima, Onor, velasti
    La fonte dei diletti,
    Negando l’onde a l’amorosa sete.

      • Act I, Choro, line 358.
  • Veramente il secol d’oro è questo,
    Poiché sol vince l’oro, e regna l’oro.

      • Act II, scene i.
  • Amor servo de l’oro, è il maggior mostro,
    Et il più abominabile, e il più sozzo,
    Che produca la terra, o ‘l mar frà l’onde.

      • Act II, scene i.
  • Il mondo invecchia,
    E invecchiando intristisce.

      • Act II, scene ii.
  • Hor, non sai tu, com’è fatta la donna?
    Fugge, e fuggendo vuol, che altri la giunga;
    Niega, e negando vuol, ch’altri si toglia;
    Pugna, e pugnando vuol, ch’altri la vinca.

      • Act II, scene ii.
  • O che gentile
    Scongiuro hà ritrovato questo sciocco
    Di rammentarmi la mia giovanezza,
    Il ben passato, e la presente noia.

      • Act II, scene ii.
  • Amor nascente hà corte l’ali, à pena
    Può sù tenerle, e non le spiega à volo.

      • Act II, scene ii.
  • Amor, leggan pur gli altri
    Le Socratiche carte,
    Ch’io in due begl’occhi apprenderò quest’arte.

      • Act II, Chorus.
  • Dispietata pietate
    Fù la tua veramente, ò Dafne, allhora,
    Che ritenesti il dardo.

      • Act III, scene ii.
  • Non bisogna la morte,
    Ch’astringer nobil cuore,
    Prima basta la fede, e poi l’amore.

      • Act III, Chorus.
  • La pietà messaggiera è de l’Amore,
    Come’l lampo del tuon.

    • Pity is the messenger of Love
      as lightning is of thunder.

      • Act IV, scene i.
  • La vergogna ritien debile amore;
    Ma debil freno è di potente Amore

      • Act V, scene i.

Today is the birthday of Louis Boulanger (Louis Candide Boulanger; Vercelli, Italy 11 March 1806 – 5 March 1867 Dijon, France); Romantic painter, pastellist, lithographer and a poet, known for his religious and allegorical subjects, portraits, genre scenes.

Among his notable friends were Victor Hugo, history painter Eugène Devéria, writer Honoré de Balzac, poet Aloysius Bertrand, literary critic Charles Augustin Sainte-Beuve, novelist Alexandre Dumas fils, architect Charles Robelin, writer Alfred de Musset, sculptor David d’Angers, painter Nicolas Toussaint Charlet, and writer Prosper Mérimée.

In 1827 he and Devéria illustrated “Souvenirs du Théâtre Anglais à Paris” by Charles-François-Jean-Baptiste Moreau de Commagny. This year he obtained the second-class medal from the École des Beaux-Arts, followed by the first-class medal in 1836 and the cross in 1840.

In 1829 he went to Germany and in 1831 England, with Sainte-Beuve and Robelin, to visit museums and churches. He kept journals of his travels.

He illustrated several Romantic works of Alexandre Dumas, “Les Orientales” (1827) and seven editions of “The Hunchback of Notre-Dame” (1836) by Hugo, and “Souvenirs du théâtre anglais à Paris” by Moreau de Commagny. Both Hugo and Boulanger were passionate about knights, dragons and medieval mobsters.

Boulanger created stage costumes for some of Victor Hugo’s theater plays, such as “Hernani” in 1829, “Ruy Blas” in 1838, and “Les Burgraves”, in 1843.

From 1835 his style shifted from romanticism and focused on more detailed design, turning to classical literature for inspiration. He produced most of his portraits during this time.

In 1846 he travelled to Spain with Dumas, Giraud and Maquet. After visiting Toledo, Aranjuez, Jaen and Granada, they arrived to Madrid to visit the Prado Museum, where Boulanger was particularly struck by Goya, Velázquez, Titian, Rubens and Salvator Rosa. After this trip his style shifted again to explore more romantic techniques.

In 1850 Boulanger painted the chapel of the Souls of Purgatory at Saint-Roch and a “Torment of St-Laurent” in the transept chapel of Saint-Laurent church in Paris. He also provided mural paintings for the frieze of the Palace of Versailles, the Senate chamber at the Luxembourg Palace, and the Palace de Saint-Cloud.

Louis Boulanger took an active role in the Romantic Movement and painted the portraits of several personalities such as writer George Sand, Victor Hugo, Adèle Foucher, writer Petrus Borel and many others.

His paintings show the influence of French painter Antoine-Jean Gros, French painter and writer Eugène Fromentin, English painter John Constable, and later in life by Spanish painter Francisco Goya.

Although his creations may be criticised for their ‘literary’ inspiration (in particular “La Ronde du Sabbat”, and “Petrarch’s Triumph”), his pastel sky studies prefigure Paul Huet and Eugène Boudin.

His works can be found in French collections, including the Louvre, Maison de Victor Hugo, and Musée des beaux-arts de Tours.

Gallery

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Les Fantômes

Les Fantômes

Today is the day in 1851 – The first performance of Rigoletto by Giuseppe Verdi takes place in Venice.

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Set design by Philippe Chaperon.

Rigoletto is an opera in three acts by Giuseppe Verdi. The Italian libretto was written by Francesco Maria Piave based on the play Le roi s’amuse by Victor Hugo. Despite serious initial problems with the Austrian censors who had control over northern Italian theatres at the time, the opera had a triumphant premiere at La Fenice in Venice on 11 March 1851.

In my opinion, the first of the operatic masterpieces of Verdi’s middle-to-late career.  Its tragic story revolves around the licentious Duke of Mantua, his hunch-backed court jester Rigoletto and Rigoletto’s beautiful daughter Gilda.  The opera’s original title, La maledizione (The Curse), refers to the curse placed on both the Duke and Rigoletto by a courtier whose daughter had been seduced by the Duke with Rigoletto’s encouragement.  The curse comes to fruition when Gilda likewise falls in love with the Duke and eventually sacrifices her life to save him from the assassins hired by her father.

Francesco Maria Piave, the librettist of Rigoletto

La Fenice’s poster for the world premiere of Rigoletto

Felice Varesi, the first Rigoletto

Teresa Brambilla, the first Gilda

Costumes for the Duke of Mantua and Gilda published by Casa Ricordi shortly after the 1851 premiere

Synopsis

Place: Mantua
Time: the Sixteenth century

Act 1

Scene 1: A room in the palace of Duke of Mantua

Act 1, sc. 1: Victor Hugo’s Le Roi s’amuse

At a ball in his palace, the Duke sings of a life of pleasure with as many women as possible: “Questa o quella” (“This woman or that”). He has seen an unknown beauty in church and desires to possess her, but he also wishes to seduce the Countess of Ceprano. Rigoletto, the Duke’s hunchbacked court jester, mocks the husbands of the ladies to whom the Duke is paying attention, including the Count Ceprano, and advises the Duke to get rid of him by prison or death. The Duke laughs indulgently, but Ceprano is not amused. Marullo, one of the guests at the ball, informs the courtiers that Rigoletto has a “lover”, which astonishes them. The courtiers resolve to take vengeance on Rigoletto for making fun of them. The festivities are interrupted by the arrival of the elderly Count Monterone, whose daughter the Duke had seduced. Rigoletto provokes him further by making fun of his helplessness to avenge his daughter’s honor. Monterone confronts the Duke, and is immediately arrested by the Duke’s guards. Before being led off to prison, Monterone curses Rigoletto for having mocked his righteous anger. The curse terrifies Rigoletto, who is superstitious and, like many people at the time, believes that an old man’s curse has real power.

Act 1, Scene 2 stage set by Giuseppe Bertoja for the world premiere of Rigoletto

Scene 2: A street, with the courtyard of Rigoletto’s house

Preoccupied with the old man’s curse, Rigoletto approaches his house and is accosted by the assassin Sparafucile, who walks up to him and offers his services. Rigoletto declines for the moment, but leaves open the possibility of hiring Sparafucile later, should the need arise. Sparafucile wanders off, after repeating his own name a few times. Rigoletto contemplates the similarities between the two of them: “Pari siamo!” (“We are alike!”); Sparafucile kills men with his sword, and Rigoletto uses “a tongue of malice” to stab his victims. Rigoletto opens a door in the wall and returns home to his daughter Gilda. They greet each other warmly: “Figlia!” “Mio padre!” (“Daughter!” “My father!”). Rigoletto has been concealing his daughter from the Duke and the rest of the city, and she does not know her father’s occupation. Since he has forbidden her to appear in public, she has been nowhere except to church and does not even know her own father’s name.

When Rigoletto has gone, the Duke appears and overhears Gilda confess to her nurse Giovanna that she feels guilty for not having told her father about a young man she had met at the church. She says that she fell in love with him, but that she would love him even more if he were a student and poor. As she declares her love, the Duke enters, overjoyed. Gilda, alarmed, calls for Giovanna, unaware that the Duke had sent her away. Pretending to be a student, the Duke convinces Gilda of his love: “È il sol dell’anima” (“Love is the sunshine of the soul”). When she asks for his name, he hesitantly calls himself Gualtier Maldè. Hearing sounds and fearing that her father has returned, Gilda sends the Duke away after they quickly trade vows of love: “Addio, addio” (“Farewell, farewell”). Alone, Gilda meditates on her love for the Duke, whom she believes is a student: “Gualtier Maldè!… Caro nome” (“Dearest name”).

Later, Rigoletto returns: “Riedo!… perché?” (“I’ve returned!… why?”), while the hostile courtiers outside the walled garden (believing Gilda to be the jester’s mistress, unaware she is his daughter) get ready to abduct the helpless girl. They tell Rigoletto that they are actually abducting the Countess Ceprano. He sees that they are masked and asks for a mask for himself; while they are tying the mask onto his face, they also blindfold him. Blindfolded and deceived, he holds the ladder steady while they climb up to Gilda’s room: Chorus: “Zitti, zitti” (“Softly, softly”). With her father’s unknowing assistance Gilda is carried away by the courtiers. Left alone, Rigoletto removes his mask and blindfold, and realizes that it was in fact Gilda who was carried away. He collapses in despair, remembering the old man’s curse.

Act 2

The Duke’s Palace

The Duke is concerned that Gilda has disappeared: “Ella mi fu rapita!” (“She was stolen from me!”) and “Parmi veder le lagrime” (“I seem to see tears”). The courtiers then enter and inform him that they have captured Rigoletto’s mistress: Chorus: “Scorrendo uniti” (“We went together at nightfall”). By their description, he recognizes it to be Gilda and rushes off to the room where she is held: “Possente amor mi chiama” (“Mighty love beckons me”). Pleased by the Duke’s strange excitement, the courtiers now make sport with Rigoletto, who enters singing. He tries to find Gilda by pretending to be uncaring, as he fears she may fall into the hands of the Duke. Finally, he admits that he is in fact seeking his daughter and asks the courtiers to return her to him: “Cortigiani, vil razza dannata” (“Accursed race of courtiers”). Rigoletto attempts to run into the room in which Gilda is being held, but the courtiers block the way. Gilda enters. The courtiers leave the room, believing Rigoletto has gone mad. Gilda describes to her father what has happened to her in the palace: “Tutte le feste al tempio” (“On all the blessed days”). In a duet Rigoletto swears vengeance against the Duke, while Gilda pleads for her lover: “Sì! Vendetta, tremenda vendetta!” (“Yes! Revenge, terrible revenge!”).

Act 3

A street outside Sparafucile’s house

“Bella figlia dell’amore” scene, depicted by Roberto Focosi in an early edition of the vocal score
A portion of Sparafucile’s house is seen, with two rooms open to the view of the audience. Rigoletto and Gilda arrive outside. The Duke’s voice can be heard singing “La donna è mobile” (“Woman is fickle”). Rigoletto makes Gilda realize that it is the Duke who is in the assassin’s house attempting to seduce Sparafucile’s sister, Maddalena: “Bella figlia dell’amore” (“Beautiful daughter of love”).

Rigoletto bargains with the assassin, who is ready to murder his guest for 20 scudi. Rigoletto orders Gilda to put on a man’s clothes to prepare to leave for Verona and states that he plans to follow later. With falling darkness, a thunderstorm approaches and the Duke decides to spend the rest of the night in the house. Sparafucile directs him to the ground floor sleeping quarters, resolving to kill him in his sleep.

Gilda, who still loves the Duke despite knowing him to be unfaithful, returns dressed as a man and stands outside the house. Maddalena, who is smitten with the Duke, begs Sparafucile to spare his life. Sparafucile reluctantly promises her that if by midnight another victim can be found, he will kill the other instead of the Duke. Gilda, overhearing this exchange, resolves to sacrifice herself for the Duke, and enters the house. Sparafucile stabs her and she collapses, mortally wounded.

At midnight, when Rigoletto arrives with money, he receives a corpse wrapped in a sack, and rejoices in his triumph. Weighting it with stones, he is about to cast the sack into the river when he hears the voice of the Duke, sleepily singing a reprise of his “La donna è mobile” aria. Bewildered, Rigoletto opens the sack and, to his despair, discovers his dying daughter. For a moment, she revives and declares she is glad to die for her beloved: “V’ho ingannato” (“Father, I deceived you”). She dies in his arms. Rigoletto cries out in horror: “La maledizione!” (“The curse!”)

And today is the day in 1867 – The first performance of Don Carlos by Giuseppe Verdi takes place in Paris.

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Carlo Cornaglia’s depiction of Act IV (the original Act V) in the 1884 La Scala production

Don Carlos is a five-act grand opera composed by Giuseppe Verdi to a French-language libretto by Joseph Méry and Camille du Locle, based on the dramatic play Don Carlos, Infant von Spanien (Don Carlos, Infante of Spain) by Friedrich Schiller.  The opera is usually performed in Italian.

The opera’s story is based on conflicts in the life of Carlos, Prince of Asturias (1545–1568).  Though he was betrothed to Elisabeth of Valois, part of the peace treaty ending the Italian War of 1551–1559 between the Houses of Habsburg and Valois demanded that she be married instead to his father Philip II of Spain.  It was commissioned and produced by the Théâtre Impérial de l’Opéra (Paris Opera) and given its premiere at the Salle Le Peletier on 11 March 1867.

When performed in one of its several Italian versions, the opera is generally called Don Carlo.  The first Italian version given in Italy was in Bologna in March 1867.  Revised again by Verdi, it was given in Naples in November/December 1872.  Finally, two other versions were prepared: the first was seen in Milan in January 1884 (in which the four acts were based on some original French text which was then translated).  That is now known as the “Milan version”, while the second—also sanctioned by the composer—became the “Modena version” and was presented in that city in December 1886.  It restored the “Fontainebleau” first act to the Milan four-act version.

Over the following twenty years, cuts and additions were made to the opera, resulting in a number of versions being available to directors and conductors.  No other Verdi opera exists in so many versions. At its full length (including the ballet and the cuts made before the first performance), it contains close to four hours of music and is Verdi’s longest opera.

Baril Gédéon, “Il Maestro Verdi”, cartoon by Le Hanneron, 14 March 1867. (Museum of the Paris Opera)

Poster from the 1867 Paris production which depicts the death of Rodrigo in the King’s presence

Title page of a libretto for performances at the Teatro Pagliano in Florence in April–May 1869 which used the Italian translation by Achille de Lauzières

Synopsis

[This synopsis is based on the original five-act version composed for Paris and completed in 1866. Important changes for subsequent versions are noted in indented brackets. First lines of arias, etc., are given in French and Italian].

Act 1

The historical Don Carlos – portrait by Sofonisba Anguissola, 1560
[This act was omitted in the 1883 revision]

The Forest of Fontainebleau, France in winter

A prelude and chorus of woodcutters and their wives is heard. They complain of their hard life, made worse by war with Spain. Elisabeth, daughter of the King of France, arrives with her attendants. She reassures the people that her impending marriage to Don Carlos, Infante and son of Philip II, King of Spain, will bring the war to an end, and departs.

[This was cut before the Paris première and replaced by a short scene in which Elisabeth crosses the stage and hands out money to the woodcutters; she exits without singing]

Carlos, coming out from hiding, has seen Elisabeth and fallen in love with her (Aria: “Je l’ai vue” / “Io la vidi”). When she reappears, he initially pretends to be a member of the Count of Lerma’s delegation. She asks him about Don Carlos, whom she has not yet met. Before long, Carlos reveals his true identity and his feelings, which she reciprocates (Duet: “De quels transports poignants et doux” / “Di quale amor, di quanto ardor”). A cannon-shot signifies that peace has been declared between Spain and France. Thibault appears and gives Elisabeth the surprising news that her hand is to be claimed not by Carlos but by his father, Philip. When Lerma and his followers confirm this, Elisabeth is devastated but feels bound to accept, in order to consolidate the peace. She departs for Spain, leaving Carlos equally devastated.

Act 2

[This is Act 1 in the 1883 revision]

The historical Elizabeth of Valois, by Juan Pantoja de la Cruz, 1565

Scene 1: The monastery of Saint-Just (San Jerónimo de Yuste) in Spain

The scene takes place soon after King Philip II and Elisabeth have gotten married. Monks pray for the soul of the former Emperor Charles V (“Carlo Quinto”). The monks’ leader proclaims that the Emperor was proud but has been humbled though error, and that the turbulence of the world persists even in sacred places; we cannot rest except in Heaven.

Don Carlos enters, anguished that the woman he loves is now his stepmother.

[In the 1883 revision, he sings a revised version of the aria “Je l’ai vue” / “Io la vidi”, which was salvaged from the omitted first act but with some different music and different text to reflect his current situation. In the four-act version he already knows that he cannot marry Elisabeth. In the original, when singing the aria, he was still expecting to marry her]

Carlos greets his great friend Rodrigue, Marquis of Posa, who has just arrived from the oppressed land of Flanders (Aria: “J’étais en Flandres”).

[This was cut during the pre-première rehearsals]

Posa asks for the Infante’s aid on behalf of the suffering people there. Carlos reveals that he loves his stepmother. Posa is first shocked, but then sympathetic. He encourages Carlos to leave Spain and go to Flanders, and to forget his pain by focusing on political activity there. The two men swear eternal friendship (Duet: “Dieu, tu semas dans nos âmes” / “Dio, che nell’alma infondere”).

King Philip and his new wife, with their attendants, enter also to do homage at Charles V’s tomb, while Don Carlos laments his lost love.

Scene 2: A garden near Saint-Just

Princess Eboli sings the Veil Song (“Au palais des fées” / “Nel giardin del bello”) about a Moorish King trying to seduce an alluring veiled beauty, who turns out to be his own neglected wife. Elisabeth enters. Posa gives her a letter from France, which covers a secret note from Don Carlos. At his urging (Aria: “L’Infant Carlos, notre espérance” / “Carlo ch’è sol il nostro amore”), Elisabeth agrees to see the Infante alone. Unaware of this relationship, Eboli infers that she, Eboli, is the one Don Carlos loves.

When they are alone, Don Carlos tells Elisabeth that he is miserable, and asks her to request the King to send him to Flanders. She promptly agrees, provoking Carlos to renew his declarations of love, which she piously rejects. Don Carlos exits in a frenzy, shouting that he must be under a curse. The King enters and becomes angry because the Queen is alone and unattended. His suspicions are insulting to her. He orders the lady-in-waiting who was meant to be attending her, the Countess of Aremberg, to return to France, prompting Elizabeth to sing a sorrowful farewell-aria. (Aria: “Oh ma chère compagne” / “Non pianger, mia compagna”).

The King now approaches Posa, with whose character and activism he is impressed, and offers to reward him for his loyalty and service. Posa begs the King to stop oppressing the people of Flanders. The King calls Posa’s idealism unrealistic and warns that the Grand Inquisitor is watching him. The King confides in Posa, telling him that he fears that Carlos is having an affair with Elisabeth. Posa replies that Carlos is innocent, and offers to watch Elisabeth and to be responsible for her good behavior. The King gratefully accepts this offer, and again warns Posa to beware of the Grand Inquisitor.

[This dialogue was revised three times by Verdi.]

Act 3

[This is Act 2 in the 1883 revision]

Scene 1: Evening in the Queen’s garden in Madrid

Elisabeth is tired, and wishes to concentrate on the following day’s coronation of the King. To avoid the divertissement planned for the evening, she exchanges masks with Eboli, assuming that thereby her absence will not be noticed, and leaves.

[This scene was omitted from the 1883 revision]
[In the première, the ballet (choreographed by Lucien Petipa and entitled “La Pérégrina”) took place at this point]

Don Carlos enters, clutching a note suggesting a tryst in the gardens. Although he thinks this is from Elisabeth, it is really from Eboli. Eboli, who still thinks Don Carlos loves her, enters. Don Carlos mistakes her for Elisabeth in the dark, and passionately declares his love. When he sees Eboli’s face, he realizes his error and recoils from her. Eboli guesses his secret – that he was expecting the Queen, whom he loves. Carlos, terrified, begs for mercy. Posa enters. Eboli threatens to tell the King that Elisabeth and Carlos are lovers. Posa warns her not to cross him; he is the King’s confidant. Eboli replies by hinting darkly that she a formidable and dangerous foe, with power which Posa does not yet know about. (Her power is that she is having an affair with the King, but she does not reveal this yet.) Posa draws his dagger, intending to stab her to death, but reconsiders, spares her, and declares his trust in the Lord. Eboli exits in a vengeful rage. Posa advises Carlos to entrust to him any sensitive, potentially incriminating political documents that he may have and, when Carlos agrees, they reaffirm their friendship.

Scene 2: In front of the Cathedral of Valladolid

Preparations are being made for an “Auto-da-fé”, the public parade and burning of condemned heretics. While the people celebrate, monks drag the condemned to the woodpile. A royal procession follows, and the King addresses the populace, promising to protect them with fire and sword. Don Carlos enters with six Flemish envoys, who plead with the King for their country’s freedom. Although the people and the court are sympathetic, the King, supported by the monks, orders his guards to arrest the envoys. Carlos demands that the King grant him authority to govern Flanders; the King scornfully refuses. Enraged, Carlos draws his sword against the King. The King calls for help but the guards will not attack Don Carlos. Posa steps in and takes the sword from Carlos. Relieved and grateful, the King raises Posa to the rank of Duke. The monks fire the woodpile, and as the flames start to rise, a heavenly voice can be heard promising heavenly peace to the condemned souls.

Act 4

[This is Act 3 in the 1883 revision]

Scene 1: Dawn in King Philip’s study in Madrid

Alone, the King, in a reverie, laments that Elisabeth has never loved him, that his position means that he has to be eternally vigilant and – returning to a central theme – that he will only sleep properly when he is in his tomb in the Escorial (Aria: “Elle ne m’aime pas” / “Ella giammai m’amò”). The blind, ninety-year-old Grand Inquisitor is announced and shuffles into the King’s apartment. When the King asks if the Church will object to him putting his own son to death, the Inquisitor replies that the King will be in good company: God sacrificed His own son. In return for his support, the Inquisitor demands that the King have Posa killed. The King refuses at first to kill his friend, whom he admires and likes. However, the Grand Inquisitor reminds the King that the Inquisition can take down any king; he has created and destroyed other rulers before. Frightened and overwhelmed, the King begs the Grand Inquisitor to forget about the past discussion. The latter replies “Peut-être” / “Forse!” – perhaps! – and leaves. The King bitterly muses on his helplessness to oppose the Church.

Elisabeth enters, alarmed at the apparent theft of her jewel casket. However, the King produces it and points to the portrait of Don Carlos which it contains, accusing her of adultery. She protests her innocence but, when the King threatens her, she faints. In response to his calls for help, into the chamber come Eboli and Posa. Their laments of suspicion cause the King to realize that he has been wrong to suspect his wife (“Maudit soit le soupçon infâme” / “Ah, sii maledetto, sospetto fatale”). Aside, Posa resolves to save Carlos, though it may mean his own death. Eboli feels remorse for betraying Elisabeth; the latter, recovering, expresses her despair.

[This quartet was revised by Verdi in 1883]

Elisabeth and Eboli are left together.

[Duet: “J’ai tout compris”, was cut before the première]

Eboli confesses that it was she who told the King that Elisabeth and Carlos were having an affair, for revenge against Carlos for having rejected her. She also confesses that she herself has had an affair with the King. Elisabeth orders her to go into exile, or enter a convent. After Elisabeth exits, Eboli, left alone, curses her own beauty and pride, and resolves to make amends by trying to save Carlos from the Inquisition (Aria: “O don fatal” / “O don fatale”).

Scene 2: A prison

Don Carlos has been imprisoned. Posa arrives and tells Carlos that he (Posa) has saved Carlos from being executed, by allowing himself (Posa) to be incriminated by the politically sensitive documents which he had obtained from Carlos earlier (Aria, part 1: “C’est mon jour suprême” / “Per me giunto è il dì supremo”). A shadowy figure appears–one of the Grand Inquisitor’s assassins–and shoots Posa in the chest. As he dies, Posa tells Carlos that Elisabeth will meet him at Saint-Just the following day. He adds that he is content to die if his friend can save Flanders and rule over a happier Spain (Aria, part 2: “Ah, je meurs, l’âme joyeuse” / “Io morrò, ma lieto in core”). At that moment, the King enters, offering his son freedom, as Posa had arranged. Carlos repulses him for having murdered Posa. The King sees that Posa is dead and cries out in sorrow.

[Duet: Carlos and the King- “Qui me rendra ce mort ?” /”Chi rende a me quest’uom” It was cut before the première and, following it, Verdi authorized its optional removal. The music was later re-used by Verdi for the Lacrimosa of his Messa da Requiem of 1874]

Bells ring as Elisabeth and Eboli enter. The crowd pushes its way into the prison and threatens the King, demanding the release of Carlos. In the confusion, Eboli escapes with Carlos. The people are brave enough at first in the presence of the King, but they are terrified by the arrival of the Grand Inquisitor, and instantly obey his angry command to quiet down and pay homage to the King.

[After the première, some productions ended this act with the death of Posa. However, in 1883 Verdi provided a much shortened version of the insurrection, as he felt that otherwise it would not be clear how Eboli had fulfilled her promise to rescue Carlos]

Act 5

[This is Act 4 in the 1883 revision]

The moonlit monastery of Yuste

Elisabeth kneels before the tomb of Charles V. She is committed to help Don Carlos on his way to fulfill his destiny in Flanders, but she herself longs only for death (Aria: “Toi qui sus le néant” / “Tu che le vanità”). Carlos appears and tells her than he has overcome his desire for her; he now loves her honorably, as a son loves his mother. They say a final farewell, promising to meet again in Heaven (Duet: “Au revoir dans un monde où la vie est meilleure” / “Ma lassù ci vedremo in un mondo migliore”).

[This duet was twice revised by Verdi]

The King and the Grand Inquisitor enter. The King infers that Carlos and Elisabeth have been lovers and demands that they both be immediately killed in a double sacrifice. The Inquisitor confirms that the Inquisition will do its duty. A short summary trial follows, confirming Carlos’s putative culpability.

[The trial was omitted in 1883 and does not occur on any recording]

Carlos, calling on God for protection, draws his sword to defend himself against the guards. He is fighting well in spite of being outnumbered, when a mysterious figure (the Monk) suddenly emerges from the tomb of Charles V. He grabs Carlos by the shoulder, and loudly proclaims that the turbulence of the world persists even in the Church; we cannot rest except in Heaven. The King and the Inquisitor recognize the Monk’s voice: he is the King’s father, Charles V, who was believed dead. Everyone screams in shock and astonishment, while the Monk drags Carlos into the tomb and closes the entrance.

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The Lovers’ Chronicle 10 March – renewal – birth of Lorenzo Da Ponte – art by William Etty – birth of Nancy Cunard

Dear Zazie, Here is today’s Lovers’ Chronicle from Mac Tag dedicated to his muse. Follow us on twitter @cowboycoleridge. Rhett

The Lovers’ Chronicle

Dear Muse,

somethin’ that was sought
after for years and found,
in different ways, first
in 2018, then in 2019
and of course in 2021
“Oh this is not about your
subscription to The Paris Review
ha, no though that is important
“Nice the way it coincides with spring”
yes, and the way it blooms, the renewal
of feelin’s and words given up for gone, till you

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a thin wet sky, orange at the rim,
that meets with sun-the city skyline
a tune, homin’, seeks a shelterin’,
where dreams bloom, and feelin’s
cling, sailin’ up with the nearin’ night
a spirit, swathed in some soft veil,
takes twilight and its shadows o’er
hushed we lie, renewed together

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well that is true
for certain
i find myself, again
writin’, is that not
what life is about
not sure even
readin’ everything
i have written
can convey how numb
my feelin’s, how dead
inside i became
well, a long damn way
come, and with your help
i can see all the way

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dream a little dream…

pale light in the room
floatin’ on our cloud
we lay there, my hand
strokin’ the curve
of your thighs
and your back
we slept and woke
entwined together,
touchin’, breathin’
quickly, then
slowly again,
caressin’ and dozin’,
your legs locked
around my leg now
it does, feel so good

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all i ask
whatever you have
that is real…

you say you are afraid
it is too much

more and more
belief
that whatever it is
will be just right

if all that separates
is distance
if every other note
is wish you were here

then knowin’
next to you
would feel so good

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if i wrote all night
would you sit with me
while i did…

well, a long damn way
come, since last year
a renewal,
for certain
on two levels,
the one of self
found,
and here to stay
the other, in you…
what else to make dreams

the weather is here
wish you were mine

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Lorenzo Da Ponte Engraving by Michele Pekenino after Nathaniel Rogers

Today is the birthday of Lorenzo Da Ponte (10 March 1749 – 17 August 1838); opera librettist, poet and Roman Catholic priest.  He wrote the libretti for 28 operas by 11 composers, including three of Mozart’s greatest operas, Don GiovanniLe nozze di Figaro and Così fan tutte.

Libretti

Don Giovanni

  • Notte e giorno faticar,
    Per chi nulla sa gradir,
    Piova e vento sopportar,
    Mangiar male e mal dormir.
    Voglio far il gentiluomo
    E non voglio più servir.

    • Leporello, Act I, sc. i; translation p. 135.
  • Madamina, il catalogo è questo
    Delle belle che amò il padron mio;
    un catalogo egli è che ho fatt’io;
    Osservate, leggete con me.
    In Italia seicento e quaranta;
    In Almagna duecento e trentuna;
    Cento in Francia, in Turchia novantuna;
    Ma in Ispagna son già mille e tre.

    • Leporello, Act I, sc. v; translation p. 145.
  • Nella bionda egli ha l’usanza
    Di lodar la gentilezza,
    Nella bruna la costanza,
    Nella bianca la dolcezza.

    • Leporello, Act I, sc. v; translation p. 147.
  • Delle vecchie fa conquista
    Pel piacer di porle in lista;
    Sua passion predominante
    È la giovin principiante.
    Non si picca – se sia ricca,
    Se sia brutta, se sia bella;
    Purché porti la gonnella,
    Voi sapete quel che fa.

    • Leporello, Act I, sc. v; translation p. 147.
  • Don Giovanni: Là ci darem la mano,
    Là mi dirai di sì.
    Vedi, non è lontano;
    Partiam, ben mio, da qui.

    Zerlina: Vorrei e non vorrei,
    Mi trema un poco il cor.
    Felice, è ver, sarei,
    Ma può burlarmi ancor.

    • Act I, sc. ix, translation p. 153.
  • Ah! la mia lista
    Doman mattina
    D’una decina
    Devi aumentar!

    • Don Giovanni, Act I, sc. xv, translation pp. 163-5.
  • Di rider finirai pria dell’aurora!
    • La Statua, Act II, sc. xv, translation p. 203.
  • Vivan le femmine,
    Viva il buon vino!
    Sostegno e gloria
    d’umanità!

    • Don Giovanni, Act II, sc. xviii, translation p. 211.

Le nozze di Figaro

  • Non so più cosa son, cosa faccio…
    Or di fuoco, ora sono di ghiaccio…
    Ogni donna cangiar di colore,
    Ogni donna mi fa palpitar.
    Solo ai nomi d’amor, di diletto
    Mi si turba, mi s’altera il petto,
    E a parlare mi sforza d’amore
    Un desio ch’io non posso spiegar!

    • Cherubino, Act I, sc. v
  • Così fan tutte le belle!
    • All pretty women are like that.
    • Basilio, Act I, sc. vii
    • Così fan tutte was later used as the title of another opera by Mozart and Da Ponte.
  • Non più andrai, farfallone amoroso,
    Notte e giorno d’intorno girando,
    Delle belle turbando il riposo,
    Narcisetto, Adoncino d’amor.

    • Figaro, Act I, sc. viii
  • Ricerco un bene fuori di me,
    Non so chi ‘l tiene, non so cos’è.
    Sospiro e gemo senza voler,
    Palpito e tremo senza saper,
    Non trovo pace notte né dì:
    Ma pur mi piace languir così.

    • Cherubino, Act II, sc. iii
  • Aprite un po’ quegli occhi
    Uomini incauti e sciocchi,
    Guardate queste femmine,
    Guardate cosa son.
    Queste chiamate Dee
    Dagli ingannati sensi,
    A cui tributa incensi
    La debole ragion,
    Son streghe che incantano
    Per farci penar,
    Sirene che cantano
    Per farci affogar.
    Civette che allettano
    Per trarci le piume,
    Comete che brillano
    Per toglierci il lume.

    • Figaro, Act IV, sc. viii

 

William_Etty_self-portraitToday is the birthday of William Etty RA (York, England 10 March 1787 – 13 November 1849 York, England); artist best known for his history paintings containing nude figures. He was the first significant British painter of nudes and still lifes. Born in York, he left school at the age of 12 to become an apprentice printer in Hull. He completed his apprenticeship seven years later and moved to London, where in 1807 he joined the Royal Academy Schools. There he studied under Thomas Lawrence and trained by copying works by other artists. Etty earned respect at the Royal Academy of Arts for his ability to paint realistic flesh tones, but had little commercial or critical success in his first few years in London.

Etty’s Cleopatra’s Arrival in Cilicia, painted in 1821, featured numerous nudes and was exhibited to great acclaim. Its success prompted several further depictions of historical scenes with nudes. All but one of the works he exhibited at the Royal Academy in the 1820s contained at least one nude figure, and he acquired a reputation for indecency. Despite this, he was commercially successful and critically acclaimed, and in 1828 was elected a Royal Academician, at the time the highest honour available to an artist. Although he was one of the most respected artists in the country he continued to study at life classes throughout his life, a practice considered inappropriate by his fellow artists. In the 1830s Etty began to branch out into the more lucrative but less respected field of portraiture, and later became the first English painter to paint significant still lifes. He continued to paint both male and female nudes, which caused severe criticism and condemnation from some elements of the press.

An extremely shy man, Etty rarely socialised and never married. From 1824 until his death he lived with his niece Betsy (Elizabeth Etty). Even in London he retained a keen interest in his native York, and was instrumental in the establishment of the town’s first art school and the campaign to preserve York city walls. While he never formally converted from his Methodist faith, he was deeply attached to the Roman Catholic Church and was one of the few non-Catholics to attend the 1838 opening of Augustus Pugin’s chapel for St Mary’s College, Oscott, at that time England’s most important Roman Catholic building.

Etty was prolific and commercially successful throughout the 1840s, but the quality of his work deteriorated throughout this period. As his health progressively worsened he retired to York in 1848. He died in 1849, shortly after a major retrospective exhibition. In the immediate aftermath of his death his works became highly collectable and sold for large sums. Changing tastes meant his work later fell out of fashion, and imitators soon abandoned his style. By the end of the 19th century the value of all of his works had fallen below their original prices, and outside his native York he remained little known throughout the 20th century. Etty’s inclusion in Tate Britain’s landmark Exposed: The Victorian Nude exhibition in 2001–02, the high-profile restoration of his The Sirens and Ulysses in 2010 and a major retrospective of his work at the York Art Gallery in 2011–12 led to renewed interest in his work.

Gallery

Venus Reclining Holding A Full Moon

Venus Reclining Holding A Full Moon

Well-dressed man and an elderly woman

 Sir Watkin Williams-Wynnand his mother Frances Shack­erley, Joshua Reynolds, c.  1768–69.

Dark-skinned child in colourful clothing

The Missionary Boy(1805–06) is thought to be Etty’s oldest significant surviving painting.

 

Woman in a white bonnet and a small child
Lady Mary Templetown and Her Eldest Son, Thomas Lawrence, 1802
Young woman in a white bonnet
Mary, Lady Templeton, after Thomas Lawrence, William Etty, 1807–08

Nude man holding a long pole

Male Nude with Staff(1814–16).

Woman carrying a basket of flowers

Miss Mary Arabella Jay(1819), one of the earliest paintings exhibited by Etty at the Summer Exhibition to survive.

 

Naked woman on a boat, surrounded by naked children

The Coral Finder (1820)

 

Boat crammed full of naked people

Cleopatra’s Arrival in Cilicia (1821)

Self-portrait, 1823

 

The Bridge of Sighs, Venice (1835) was painted from pencil sketches made by Etty during his 1822 visit.

reclining nude woman

Etty’s 1823 copy of Titian’s Venus of Urbino was considered among the finest copies of that painting ever made.

 

Naked woman surrounded by other nude figures
Incomplete first version
Naked woman surrounded by other nude figures
The finished Pandora
Etty abandoned the first of his 1824 Pandora paintings half-complete, and exhibited the second.

 

Self-portrait, 1825.

 

middle-aged woman and two elderly men

Betsy (left), Charles (centre) and William (right), October 1844
Semi-nude man prepares to stab a naked man, while a semi-nude woman clutches his waist
The Combat: Woman Pleading for the Vanquished (1825).

Large number of semi-naked people

The World Before the Flood (1828) was intended to illustrate John Milton’s Paradise Lost.

nude male with his arms tied above his head

Male Nude, with Arms Up-Stretched (1828).

 

topless woman lying on a dead man

Etty thought Hero and Leander(1829) one of his best works.

Andromeda (c. 1830).

 

James Atkinson (1832). Surgeon James Atkinson was the founder of the Yorkshire Philosophical Society, of which Etty was a member.

 

Naked people on a boat, naked people in the water around the boat, and a flying naked child blowing on the sails of the boat.

Youth on the Prow, and Pleasure at the Helm (1832)

Painting of an angel hovering over a crowd of angels and humans

The Destroying Angel (1832)

Two young women in elaborate clothing

Preparing for a Fancy Dress Ball (1835)

Seven topless women, an empty suit of armour, and a balding man playing the lyre

Venus and her Satellites (1835)
Painting of a stone gatehouse
Monk Bar, York (1838)
Two nude figures in a crudely painted landscape
Early oil study
Nude woman, almost-nude man and nude child in an elaborately painted landscape
A Family of the Forest

The Sirens and Ulysses (1837, restored 2010)

 

The Wrestlers

Portrait of Mlle Rachel(c. 1841)

Givendale Church (1843).

 

Naked woman standing in a stream

Musidora: The Bather ‘At the Doubtful Breeze Alarmed’ (1843, this version painted 1844, exhibited 1846) was arguably Etty’s last significant history painting.

 

Family of ducks on a pond, with trees behind

Fishponds, Givendale (1848)

young woman holding a knitting needle, intently looking at a piece of cloth in her hands

Study for The Crochet Worker (1849). The final work (now lost) was one of the last pieces completed by Etty and was exhibited in his final Summer Exhibition. It shows his great-niece Mary Ann Purdon.

And today is the birthday of Nancy Cunard (Nancy Clara Cunard; 10 March 1896 – 17 March 1965); writer, heiress and political activist. She was born into the British upper class, and devoted much of her life to fighting racism and fascism. She became a muse to some of the 20th century’s most distinguished writers and artists, including Wyndham Lewis, Aldous Huxley, Tristan Tzara, Ezra Pound and Louis Aragon—who were among her lovers—as well as Ernest Hemingway, James Joyce, Constantin Brâncuși, Langston Hughes, Man Ray and William Carlos Williams. MI5 documents reveal that she was involved with Indian socialist leader V. K. Krishna Menon.

Cunard moved to Paris in 1920. There, she became involved with literary Modernism, Surrealists and Dada. Much of her published poetry dates from this period. During her early years in Paris, she was close to Michael Arlen.

In 1920 she had a near-fatal hysterectomy, for reasons that are not entirely clear. She was however sadly unable to carry a pregnancy as a result of the hysterectomy.

A brief relationship with Aldous Huxley influenced several of his novels. She was the model for Myra Viveash in Antic Hay (1923) and for Lucy Tantamount in Point Counter Point (1928).

In Paris, Cunard spent much time with Eugene McCown, an American artist from the hard-drinking set whom she made her protégé. It has been suggested that she became dependent on alcohol at this time, and may have used other drugs.

In 1928, the year she founded her publishing company, Hours Press, she met Henry Crowder, with whom she lived until 1933.

In later years she suffered from mental illness, and her physical health deteriorated. When she died in the Hôpital Cochin, Paris, she weighed only 26 kg (57 pounds / 4 stone, 1lb).

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By Ambrose McEvoy

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The Lovers’ Chronicle 9 March – tried – premiere of Verdi’s Nabucco – art by Tom Roberts – birth of Vita Sackville-West

Dear Zazie, Here is today’s Lovers’ Chronicle from Mac Tag dedicated to his muse. Follow us on twitter @cowboycoleridge. Rhett

The Lovers’ Chronicle

Dear Muse,

well i thought i did
“But you didn’t”
oh no, did not know enough
to even get close
“You were a late bloomer”
yes, ignorant as a post
“But you learned
what matters”
with knowin’
comes the key –
one does not have to,
one just does
“Took us both a few tries”
and now lets do

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quenched not, we behold in mutual arch, the first buds, witness arise, enkindled to what matters, by the kiss of need that blows, calls, our hands blossom where we touch, lips breathe, relent; feel not the frost’s flame parch; for this that consumes not but feeds the heart

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to not, and do
it is how to exist
how else to be here

moments come

remembered
minds converge
life itself, grasped

that is how
those who know git by
they catch the changes
keep growin’
stimulatin’

so long as we persist
look back and see
that will be us

ridin’ the waves

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wave on wave
over the years
the nature
of this essential-ness
has changed,
but it has always
been about the verse
friend, muse
confidant
from minutes apart
to half a continent
or only hours
to what is now
essential
that this matters
that we connect here
that it is so unique

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to not,
is to not exist
how else to be here

moments pass
forgotten
mood gone
life itself, gone

that is how
those who know git by
they catch the changes
keep growin’
stimulatin’

so long as we persist
look back and see

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my lips burn, grief glows
a waltz over to the abyss
dark filled; the soul knows
that spring will not
matter …
never tire of waitin’
no time for worryin’
have been such
from the beginnin’
not even knowin’

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sorry,
for all of the agony
and not enough ecstasy

i am sorry
means not much now,
but i am

i tried
at least, i think i did
whether you will agree with that,
i do not know

to not be weak, to be honest,
to not be scared, to do right,
to love, to be loved
i tried

you know, in each way,
whether i succeeded
i expect not
and i am sorry
it is inexcusable,
i need not be told that

how it took so long
to figure that out,
hell if i know
i had hoped for more
for you, for us
i miss you
i am sorry

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On this day in 1842 – Giuseppe Verdi’s third opera, Nabucco, receives its première performance in Milan.

Verdi-Nabucco-1842-original costume sketch.jpg

Costume sketch for Nabucco for the original production
   

Nabucco (short for Nabucodonosor, English Nebuchadnezzar) is an Italian-language opera in four acts composed by Verdi to an Italian libretto by Temistocle Solera.  The libretto is based on biblical stories from the Book of Jeremiah and the Book of Daniel and the 1836 play by Auguste Anicet-Bourgeois and Francis Cornue.  The opera was first performed under its original name of Nabucodonosor.

Nabucco is the opera which is considered to have permanently established Verdi’s reputation as a composer.  He commented that “this is the opera with which my artistic career really begins. And though I had many difficulties to fight against, it is certain that Nabucco was born under a lucky star”.

It follows the plight of the Jews as they are assaulted, conquered and subsequently exiled from their homeland by the Babylonian King Nabucco (in English, Nebuchadnezzar II).  The historical events are used as background for a romantic and political plot.  Perhaps the best-known number from the opera is the “Chorus of the Hebrew Slaves”, Va, pensiero, sull’ali dorate / “Fly, thought, on golden wings”, a chorus which is regularly given an encore in many opera houses when performed today.

Giuseppe Verdi, lithograph by Roberto Focosi, c.1840

Librettist Temistocle Solera

Soprano Giuseppina Strepponi, the first Abigaille, c. 1840

A performance of Nabucco in Eberswalde by the Silesian National Opera, August 2004

Baritone Giorgio Ronconi who sang the title role

Synopsis

Time: 587 BC
Place: Jerusalem and Babylon

Act 1: Jerusalem

‘Thus saith the Lord, Behold, I shall deliver this city into the hand of the King of Babylon, and he will burn it with fire’ (Jeremiah 21:10)

Interior of the Temple of Solomon

The Israelites pray as the Babylonian army advances on their city (Gli arredi festivi giù cadano infranti / “Throw down and destroy all festive decorations”). The High Priest Zaccaria tells the people not to despair but to trust in God (D’Egitto là su i lidi / “On the shores of Egypt He saved the life of Moses”). The presence of a hostage, Fenena, younger daughter of Nabucco, King of Babylon, may yet secure peace (Come notte a sol fulgente / “Like darkness before the sun”). Zaccaria entrusts Fenena to Ismaele, nephew of the King of Jerusalem and a former envoy to Babylon. Left alone, Fenena and Ismaele recall how they fell in love when Ismaele was held prisoner by the Babylonians, and how Fenena helped him to escape to Israel. Nabucco’s supposed elder daughter, Abigaille, enters the temple with Babylonian soldiers in disguise. She, too, loves Ismaele. Discovering the lovers, she threatens Ismaele: if he does not give up Fenena, Abigaille will accuse her of treason. If Ismaele returns Abigaille’s love, however, Abigaille will petition Nabucco on the Israelites’ behalf. Ismaele tells Abigaille that he cannot love her and she vows revenge. Nabucco enters with his warriors (Viva Nabucco / “Long live Nabucco”). Zaccaria defies him, threatening to kill Fenena if Nabucco attacks the temple. Ismaele intervenes to save Fenena, which removes any impediment from Nabucco destroying the temple. He orders this, while Zaccaria and the Israelites curse Ismaele as a traitor.

Act 2: The Impious One

‘Behold, the whirlwind of the Lord goeth forth, it shall fall upon the head of the wicked’ (Jeremiah 30:23)

Scene 1: Royal apartments in Babylon

Nabucco has appointed Fenena regent and guardian of the Israelite prisoners, while he continues the battle against the Israelites. Abigaille has discovered a document that proves she is not Nabucco’s real daughter, but the daughter of slaves. She reflects bitterly on Nabucco’s refusal to allow her to play a role in the war with the Israelites and recalls past happiness (Anch’io dischiuso un giorno / “I too once opened my heart to happiness”). The High Priest of Bel informs Abigaille that Fenena has released the Israelite captives. He plans for Abigaille to become ruler of Babylon, and with this intention has spread the rumour that Nabucco has died in battle. Abigaille determines to seize the throne (Salgo già del trono aurato / “I already ascend the [bloodstained] seat of the golden throne”).

Scene 2: A room in the palace

Zaccaria reads over the Tablets of Law (Vieni, o Levita / “Come, oh Levite! [Bring me the tables of the law]”), then goes to summon Fenena. A group of Levites accuse Ismaele of treachery. Zaccaria returns with Fenena and his sister Anna. Anna tells the Levites that Fenena has converted to Judaism, and urges them to forgive Ismaele. Abdallo, a soldier, announces the death of Nabucco and warns of the rebellion instigated by Abigaille. Abigaille enters with the High Priest of Bel and demands the crown from Fenena. Unexpectedly, Nabucco himself enters; pushing through the crowd, he seizes the crown and declares himself not only king of the Babylonians but also their god. The high priest Zaccaria curses him and warns of divine vengeance; an incensed Nabucco in turn orders the death of the Israelites. Fenena reveals to him that she has embraced the Jewish religion and will share the Israelites’ fate. Nabucco is furious and repeats his conviction that he is now divine (Non son più re, son dio / “I am no longer King! I am God!”). There is a crash of thunder and Nabucco promptly loses his senses. The crown falls from his head and is picked up by Abigaille, who pronounces herself ruler of the Babylonians.

Act 3: The Prophecy

‘Therefore the wild beasts of the desert with the wild beasts of the islands shall dwell there, and the owls shall dwell therein’. (Jeremiah 50:39)

Scene 1: The Hanging Gardens of Babylon

Abigaille is now Queen of Babylon. The High Priest of Bel presents her with the death warrant for the Israelites, as well as for Fenena. Nabucco, still insane, tries to reclaim the throne without success. Though his consent to the death warrant is no longer necessary, Abigaille tricks him into signing it. When Nabucco learns that he has consigned his (true) daughter to death, he is overcome with grief and anger. He tells Abigaille that he is not in fact her father and searches for the document evidencing her true origins as a slave. Abigaille mocks him, produces the document and tears it up. Realizing his powerlessness, Nabucco pleads for Fenena’s life (Oh di qual onta aggravasi questo mio crin canuto / “Oh, what shame must my old head suffer”). Abigaille is unmoved and orders Nabucco to leave her.

Scene 2: The banks of the River Euphrates

The Israelites long for their homeland (Va, pensiero, sull’ali dorate / “Fly, thought, on golden wings; [Fly and settle on the slopes and hills]”). The high priest Zaccaria once again exhorts them to have faith: God will destroy Babylon. The Israelites are inspired by his words.

Act 4: The Broken Idol

‘Bel is confounded, Merodach is broken pieces; her idols are confounded, her images are broken in pieces.’ (Jeremiah 50:2)

Scene 1: The royal apartments, Babylon

Nabucco awakens, still confused and raving. He sees Fenena in chains being taken to her death. In despair, he prays to the God of the Hebrews. He asks for forgiveness, and promises to rebuild the temple in Jerusalem and convert to Judaism if his prayers are answered (Dio di Giuda / “God of Judah! [The altar, your sacred Temple, shall rise again]”). Miraculously, his strength and reason are immediately restored. Abdallo and loyal soldiers enter to release him. Nabucco resolves to rescue Fenena and the Israelites as well as to punish the traitors.

Scene 2: The Hanging Gardens of Babylon

Fenena and the Israelite prisoners are led in to be sacrificed (Va! La palma del martirio / “Go, win the palm of martyrdom”). Fenena serenely prepares for death. Nabucco rushes in with Abdallo and other soldiers. He declares that he will rebuild the Temple of Jerusalem and worship the God of the Israelites, ordering the destruction of the idol of Bel. At his word, the idol falls to the ground of its own accord and shatters into pieces. Nabucco tells the Israelites that they are now free and all join in praise of Jehovah. Zaccaria proclaims Nabucco the servant of God and king of kings. Abigaille enters, supported by soldiers. She has poisoned herself. She begs forgiveness of Fenena, prays for God’s mercy and dies.

 

Tom Roberts
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Roberts, c. 1895

Today is the birthday of Thomas WilliamTomRoberts (Dorchester, Dorset, England 8 March 1856 – 14 September 1931 Kallista); artist and a key member of the Heidelberg School, also known as Australian Impressionism.  After attending art schools in Melbourne, he left for Europe in 1881 to further his training, and returned home in 1885, “primed with whatever was the latest in art”.  He did much to promote en plein air painting and encouraged other artists to capture the national life of Australia.  While he is best known for his “national narratives”, among them Shearing the Rams (1890), A break away! (1891) and Bailed Up (1895), he also achieved renown as a portraitist.

In 1896 he married 35-year-old Elizabeth (Lillie) Williamson.  Many of his most famous paintings come from this period.  Elizabeth died in January 1928, and Roberts remarried, to Jean Boyes, in August 1928.  He died in 1931 of cancer in Kallista near Melbourne.  He is buried near Longford, Tasmania.

Gallery

The elusive louisa

The elusive louisa

Woman on a balcony

Woman on a balcony

Adagio

Adagio

Roberts painting The Big Picture

Holiday sketch at Coogee, 1888, Art Gallery of New South Wales

Shearing the Rams, 1890, National Gallery of Victoria
The Hon. Vita Sackville-West
Lady Nicolson
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Vita Sackville-West by Philip de László, 1910

Today is the birthday of Victoria Mary Sackville-West, Lady Nicolson (Knole House, Kent 9 March 1892 – 2 June 1962 Sissinghurst Castle, Kent), usually known as Vita Sackville-West,; poet, novelist, and garden designer.  A successful and prolific novelist, poet, and journalist during her lifetime—she was twice awarded the Hawthornden Prize for Imaginative Literature: in 1927 for her pastoral epic, The Land, and in 1933 for her Collected Poems.  She is remembered for the celebrated garden at Sissinghurst she created with her diplomat husband, Sir Harold Nicolson.  Perhaps best remembered as the inspiration for the androgynous protagonist of the historical romp Orlando: A Biography, by her famous friend and admirer, Virginia Woolf, with whom she had a decade-long affair.

Vita’s first close friend was Rosamund Grosvenor (5 September 1888 – 30 June 1944), who was four years her senior. She was the daughter of Algernon Henry Grosvenor (1864–1907), and the granddaughter of Robert Grosvenor, 1st Baron Ebury. Vita met Rosamund at Miss Woolf’s school in 1899, when Rosamund had been invited to cheer Vita up while her father was fighting in the Second Boer War. Rosamund and Vita later shared a governess for their morning lessons. As they grew up together, Vita fell in love with Rosamund, whom she called ‘Roddie’ or ‘Rose’ or ‘the Rubens lady’. Rosamund, in turn, was besotted with Vita. “Oh, I dare say I realized vaguely that I had no business to sleep with Rosamund, and I should certainly never have allowed anyone to find it out,” she admits in her journal, but she saw no real conflict: “I really was innocent.”

Sackville-West in her twenties, by William Strang, 1918

Sackville-West was more deeply involved with Violet Trefusis, daughter of the Hon. George Keppel and his wife, Alice Keppel, a mistress of King Edward VII. They first met when Vita Sackville-West was 12 and Violet was 10, and attended school together for a number of years. The relationship began when they were both in their teens and strongly influenced them for years. Both later married and became writers.

In 1913, at age 21, Vita married the 27-year-old writer and politician Harold George Nicolson (21 November 1886 – 1 May 1968) in the private chapel at Knole. Nicknamed Hadji, or pilgrim, by his father, he was the third son of British diplomat Arthur Nicolson, 1st Baron Carnock (1849–1928). The couple had an open marriage. Both Sackville-West and her husband had same-sex relationships before and during their marriage, as did some of the people in the Bloomsbury Group of writers and artists, with many of whom they had connections. Writing in the third person Sackville-West wrote in her early years of her marriage she “never knew the physical passion she had felt for Rosamund, she didn’t really miss it either”. Sackville-West saw herself as psychologically divided into two-one side of her personality was feminine, soft, submissive and attracted to men while the other side was masculine, hard, aggressive and attracted to women. Following the pattern of his father’s career, Harold Nicholson was at different times a diplomat, journalist, broadcaster, Member of Parliament, and author of biographies and novels. The couple lived from 1912 to 1914 in Cihangir, a suburb of Constantinople (now Istanbul), the capital of the Ottoman empire and they returned to England in 1914 and bought Long Barn in Kent, where they lived from 1915 to 1930.

Vita and Trefusis eloped several times from 1918 on, mostly to France. While there Sackville-West dressed as a man when they went out together. The affair ended badly. Both families were concerned that the women were creating scandal. Trefusis continued to pursue Sackville-West to great lengths until Sackville-West’s affairs with other women finally took their toll. The two women apparently made a bond to remain faithful to one another, meaning that although both were married, neither could engage in sexual relations with her own husband. Sackville-West, who already had two children by Nicholson, was prompted to end the affair when she heard allegations that Trefusis had been involved sexually with her own husband, indicating that she had broken their bond. Despite the rift, the two women were devoted to one another, and deeply in love. They continued to have occasional liaisons for a number of years afterwards, but never rekindled the affair.

Portrait photograph of Virginia Woolf, 1927

The affair for which Sackville-West is most remembered was in the late 1920s with the prominent writer Virginia Woolf. Woolf wrote about meeting Sackville-West that:

“Vita shines in the grocer’s shop in Sevenoaks…pink growing, grape clustered, pearl hung…There is her maturity and full-breastedness; her being so much full in sail on the high tides, where I am coasting down backwaters; her capacity I mean to take the floor in any company, to represent her country, to visit Chatsworth, to control silver, servants, chow dogs, her motherhood…her in short being (what I have never been) a real woman”.

Woolf was inspired by Sackville-West to write one of her most famous novels, Orlando, featuring a protagonist who changes sex over the centuries. This work was described by Sackville-West’s son Nigel Nicolson as “the longest and most charming love-letter in literature.” Unusually, Woolf documented the moment of the conception of Orlando: she wrote in her diary on 5 October 1927: “And instantly the usual exciting devices enter my mind: a biography beginning in the year 1500 and continuing to the present day, called Orlando: Vita; only with a change about from one sex to the other” (excerpt from her diary published posthumously by her husband Leonard Woolf).

One of Vita’s male suitors was Henry Lascelles, who would later marry the Princess Royal and become the 6th Earl of Harewood. Vita Sackville-West also had a passionate affair between 1929 and 1931 with Hilda Matheson, head of the BBC Talks Department. She called Hilda by the pet name of “Stoker” during their liaison.

In 1931, Sackville-West was in a ménage à trois with journalist Evelyn Irons, who had interviewed her after her novel The Edwardians was published and became a best-seller, and Irons’s lover, Olive Rinder.

Sackville-West’s long narrative poem, The Land, won the Hawthornden Prize in 1927. She won it again, becoming the only writer to do so, in 1933 with her Collected Poems.

Sackville-West in 1913

She died at Sissinghurst on 2 June 1962, aged 70.  Sissinghurst Castle is now owned by the National Trust, given by Sackville-West’s son Nigel to escape payment of inheritance taxes.

A recording was made of Sackville-West reading from her poem The Land. This was on four 78rpm sides in the Columbia Records ‘International Educational Society’ Lecture series, Lecture 98 (Cat. no. D 40192/3).

Verse 

  • A man and his loves make a man and his life.
    • “A Saxon Song” (1923)
  • The dusk is heavy with the wine’s warm load;
    Here the long sense of classic measure cures
    The spirit weary of its difficult pain;
    Here the old Bacchic piety endures,
    Here the sweet legends of the world remain.

    • “Tuscany” in The Best Poems of 1923 (1924) edited by Thomas Moult
  • Who could so watch, and not forget the rack
    Of wills worn thin and thought become too frail,
    Nor roll the centuries back —
    And feel the sinews of his soul grow hale,
    And know himself for Rome’s inheritor?

    • “Tuscany” in The Best Poems of 1923 (1924) edited by Thomas Moult
  • If I had only loved your flesh
    And careless damned your soul to Hell,
    I might have laughed and loved afresh,
    And loved as lightly and as well,
    And little more to tell.

    • “Song” in The Best Poems of 1923 (1924) edited by Thomas Moult

She walks among the loveliness she made,
Between the apple-blossom and the water

She walks among the patterned pied brocade,
Each flower her son, and every tree her daughter.

  • “The Island”, in Bulletin of the Garden Club of America (1929), p. 1, also in Collected Poems (1934), p. 54
  • And so it ends,
    We who were lovers may be friends.
    I have some weeks in which to steel
    My heart and teach myself to feel
    Only a sober tenderness
    Where once was passion’s loveliness.

    • “And so it ends”, a poem cited as probably directed to her sister-in-law, Gwen St. Aubyn, in V. Sackville-West : A Critical Biography (1974) by Michael Stevens, p. 91
  • You took me weak and unprepared.
    I had not thought that you who shared
    My days, my nights, my heart, my life,
    Would slash me with a naked knife
    And gently tell me not to bleed
    But to accept your crazy creed.

    • “And so it ends”, quoted in V. Sackville-West : A Critical Biography (1974) by Michael Stevens, p. 91
  • Darling, I thought of nothing mean;
    I thought of killing straight and clean.
    You’re safe; that’s gone, that wild caprice,
    But tell me once before I cease,
    Which does your Church esteem the kinder role,
    To kill the body or destroy the soul?

    • “And so it ends” quoted in V. Sackville-West : A Critical Biography (1974) by Michael Stevens, p. 91
  • Days I enjoy are days when nothing happens,
    When I have no engagements written on my block,
    When no one comes to disturb my inward peace
    ,
    When no one comes to take me away from myself
    And turn me into a patchwork, a jig-saw puzzle,
    A broken mirror that once gave a whole reflection,
    Being so contrived that it takes too long a time
    To get myself back to myself when they have gone.

    • “Days I enjoy”, quoted in Vita and Virginia: The Work and Friendship of V. Sackville-West and Virginia Woolf (1993) by Suzanne Raitt, p. 89
  • And what have I to give my friends in the last resort?
    An awkwardness, a shyness, and a scrap,
    No thing that’s truly me, a bootless waste,
    A waste of myself and them, for my life is mine
    And theirs presumably theirs, and cannot touch.

    • “Days I enjoy” quoted in Vita and Virginia: The Work and Friendship of V. Sackville-West and Virginia Woolf (1993) by Suzanne Raitt, p. 89

Orchard and Vineyard (1921)

  • Yes, they were kind exceedingly; most mild
    Even in indignation, taking by the hand
    One that obeyed them mutely, as a child
    Submissive to a law he does not understand.

    • “Bitterness”
  • Remembrance clamoured in him: ‘She was wild and free,
    Magnificent in giving; she was blind
    To gain or loss, and, loving, loved but me, — but me!

    • “Bitterness”
  • All her youth is gone, her beautiful youth outworn,
    Daughter of tarn and tor, the moors that were once her home
    No longer know her step on the upland tracks forlorn
    Where she was wont to roam.

    • “Mariana In The North”; also in Country Life Vol. 50 (1921), p. 738
  • All her lovers have passed, her beautiful lovers have passed,
    The young and eager men that fought for her arrogant hand,
    And the only voice which endures to mourn for her at the last
    Is the voice of the lonely land.

    • “Mariana In The North”

Letters

  • It is incredible how essential to me you have become. I suppose you are accustomed to people saying these things. Damn you, spoilt creature; I shan’t make you love me any the more by giving myself away like this — But oh my dear, I can’t be clever and stand-offish with you: I love you too much for that. Too truly. You have no idea how stand-offish I can be with people I don’t love. I have brought it to a fine art. But you have broken down my defences. And I don’t really resent it.
    • Letter to Virginia Woolf (21 January 1926), quoted in Love Letters : A Romantic Treasury (1996) by Rick Smith, p. 78
  • It is quite true that you have had infinitely more influence on me intellectually than anyone, and for this alone I love you.
    • Letter to Virginia Woolf (29 January 1927). as quoted in Granite and Rainbow : The Hidden Life of Virginia Woolf (2000) by Mitchell Leaska, p. 259

It was a real event in my life and my heart to be with you the other day. We do matter to each other, don’t we? however much our ways may have diverged. I think we have got something indestructible between us, haven’t we? … It has been a very strange relationship, ours; unhappy at times, happy at others; but unique in its way, and infinitely precious to me and (may I say?) to you.
What I like about it is that we always come together again however long the gaps in our meetings may have been. Time seems to make no difference.

  • Letter to Violet Trefusis (3 September 1950), published in The Other Woman : A Life of Violet Trefusis, including previously unpublished correspondence with Vita Sackville-West (1985) edited by Philippe Jullian and John Nova Phillips, p. 235

Prose

It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment? for the moment passes, it is forgotten; the mood is gone; life itself is gone. That is where the writer scores over his fellows: he catches the changes of his mind on the hop. Growth is exciting; growth is dynamic and alarming. Growth of the soul, growth of the mind; how the observation of last year seems childish, superficial; how this year — even this week — even with this new phrase — it seems to us that we have grown to a new maturity. It may be a fallacious persuasion, but at least it is stimulating, and so long as it persists, one does not stagnate.
I look back as through a telescope, and see, in the little bright circle of the glass, moving flocks and ruined cities.

  • Twelve Days (1928) p.

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The Lovers’ Chronicle 8 March – the yearnin’ – art by Colin Campbell Cooper – verse by Juana de Ibarbourou

Dear Zazie, Here is today’s Lovers’ Chronicle from Mac Tag dedicated to his muse. Follow us on twitter @cowboycoleridge. Rhett

The Lovers’ Chronicle

Dear Muse,

this one came from a poem
by the Uruguayan poet
Juana de Ibarbourou
“I will read it to you in Spanish”
oh i like it when you do that
“She was writing about longing”
i was hooked as soon
as i translated it
“Did you know where yours
was coming from”
from the not havin’ found
“The one”
i now have

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later, rain stopped and clouds cleared,
standin’ outside, we swayed, gazin’ up,
because the stars were high and deep,
closin’ an afternoon and evenin’ spent
embraced in verse and togetherness,
brings us now, this wish bein’ said,
an offerin’ as we step into our future

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certainly cannot
dismiss the past
all of the hurt
for the sake
of the pain
or whatever,
served a purpose
to know from where
longin’ comes
to have survived
livin’ so long
under a canopy
of mournin’,
makes us
stronger,
and not take
for granted
the wonder
of bein’ here

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it is all here, the art,
the books, the albums
and the lean verse
of your favorite…

the way the fog rolled in
after all that snow
we learn to walk miles
around what we want

the reasons dissolve,
then the will
dreams fraught
with ruined gestures

a charred palace,
the gaze through
how well we remember

the notes glidin’ about,
the gate coolin’ our hands
singin’ out of need
a feelin’ hot as blood
endin’ with us

the fence
gives way
to the prairie

it is all here
now we can begin

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hurtin’ for the sake
of the pain
or somethin’ else

donde regresó el anhelo

to know from where
the longin’ awaits
to sing at the time
in between
the sky and the fall
with blue pure thoughts

a mournin’ canopy
the spark
night cleft asunder
and the ache
again opened
winged verse
and its punishment

worse,
how could it possibly
git any worse

donde regresó el anhelo

what does one do with that
how in the hell does one go on
a struggle
to comprehend,
much less convey

can i take off,
do i want to take off,
this halo of hurt

el anhelo

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Colin Campbell Cooper
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Colin Campbell Cooper, c. 1905

Today is the birthday of Colin Campbell Cooper, Jr. (Philadelphia; March 8, 1856 – November 6, 1937 Santa Barbara, California); Impressionist painter, perhaps most renowned for his architectural paintings, especially of skyscrapers in New York City, Philadelphia, and Chicago.  An avid traveler, he was also known for his paintings of European and Asian landmarks, as well as natural landscapes, portraits, florals, and interiors.  In addition to being a painter, he was also a teacher and writer.  His first wife, Emma Lampert Cooper, was also a highly regarded painter.

In the Dutch artists colony in Dordrecht in South Holland he met the renowned painter Emma Lampert (1855–1920) from Rochester, New York.  Theywere soon married, in Rochester on June 9, 1897.

He and his wife were aboard the RMS Carpathia during its rescue mission for the survivors from the sunken RMS Titanic on April 15, 1912.  He assisted in the effort, and during the rescue operation, he created several paintings which document the events.  The Coopers gave up their ship’s cabin so some of the survivors would have berths to sleep in.

Emma died of tuberculosis on July 30, 1920.  After her death, Cooper moved to Santa Barbara, California in January 1921.  Santa Barbara would be his home base for the rest of his life, spending two years in northern Europe and Tunisia.  He became Dean of Painting at the Santa Barbara Community School of Arts.

In April 1927, he married Marie Henriette Frehsee, in Arizona.  Cooper continued to enjoy traveling, and kept painting until prevented from doing so by failing eyesight in his last years.  He died in Santa Barbara on November 6, 1937 at the age of 81.

Gallery

Two Women in an interior

Two Women in an interior

Portrait of Emma Lampert Cooper, c. 1897

Hudson River Waterfront, N. Y. C., 1913-21

Rescue of the Survivors of the Titanic by the Carpathia, 1912

Palace of Fine Arts, San Francisco, c. 1915

Terrace at Samarkand Hotel, c. 1923

Summer, 1918

Nocturnal Town Square a.k.a. European Plaza. Oil on board. James Hansen Santa Barbara, California exhibition, 1981. Private collection, USA.

Amsterdam, 1892

New York from Brooklyn, c. 1910

Columbus Circle, 1909

Pergola at Samarkand, c. 1921
Juana de Ibarbourou
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And today is the birthday of Juana Fernández Morales de Ibarbourou, also known as Juana de América, (Melo, Uruguay 8 March 1892 – 15 July 1979 Montevideo, Uruguay); poet.  She was one of the most popular poets of Spanish America.  Her poetry, the earliest of which is often highly erotic, is notable for her identification of her feelings with nature around her.

Verse 

“RECONQUISTA” (Reconquest)

No sé de donde regresó el anhelo
De volver a cantar como en el tiempo
en que tenía entre mi puño el cielo
Y con una perla azul el pensamiento.

De una enlutada nube, la centella,
Súbito pez, hendió la noche cálida
Y en mí se abrió de nuevo la crisálida
Del verso alado y su bruñida estrella.

Ahora ya es el hino centelleante
Que alza hasta Dios la ofrenda poderosa
De su bruñida lanza de diamante.

Unidad de la luz sobre la rosa.
Y otra vez la conquista alucinante
De la eterna poesía victoriosa.

-Montevideo, 1960

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The Lovers’ Chronicle 7 March – bein’ there – art by Piet Mondrian & Boris Kustodiev – birth of Anna Magnani

Dear Zazie, Here is today’s Lovers’ Chronicle from Mac Tag dedicated to his muse. Follow us on twitter @cowboycoleridge. Rhett

The Lovers’ Chronicle

Dear Muse,

as happens sometimes
i do not remember where
this one came from
“Not from the movie”
no, great movie though
i can trace it back to 2017
probably about the regret
of not findin’ the one
“Another common theme”
and another laid to rest
“So we can focus on”
bein’ there, or here,
for each other

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find in each other,
dreams comin’ true
see it clearly
eyes and thoughts
reach for it
you to cling to
to pour myself into
fillin’ a need
only found in you
do you need that
all i ever wanted
seein’ through
your darkness
when it comes
and ache for you
bein’ here for you

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where else
shuts it all out

let it filter through
this offered verse
as penance
for the past

let it be
laid at whatever
alter needs be

the candles burn
the melody, plaintive
comes to find a lonelier
and impenitent purpose

acceptance

ashes, ashes
we all fall

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and we find in the night,
in the streams of darkness,
the stars are crowns
that cover our dreams

hill in hill within sight,
south from dawn to sunset,
search all points of the immense
and say… answers await

see it clearly
the night comin’
eyes and thoughts
reach for it

another to cling to
someone
to pour yourself into
do you need that

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do you ever wish
you could climb
back in that bed
on that night

all i ever wanted

never about right
or wrong
never about sorry
always about bein’ there

sometimes, so frustratin’
to not find the right words

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A Need For Her

‘Do you believe a man
could fall for a woman,
from a single encounter? ‘
Could he daily feel a need
for her and only find nourishment
in the very sight of her? I think so.
But would she see through
the darkness of his plight
and ache for him?

 

Piet Mondrian
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Mondrian in 1899

Today is the birthday of Pieter CornelisPietMondriaan, after 1906 Mondrian (Amersfoort; 7 March 1872 – 1 February 1944 Manhattan, New York); painter.  Mondrian was a contributor to the De Stijl art movement and group, which was founded by Theo van Doesburg.  He evolved a non-representational form which he termed neoplasticism.  This consisted of white ground, upon which he painted a grid of vertical and horizontal black lines and the three primary colors.  Mondrian’s arrival in Paris from the Netherlands in 1911 marked the beginning of a period of profound change.  He encountered experiments in Cubism and with the intent of integrating himself within the Parisian avant-garde removed an ‘a’ from the Dutch spelling of his name (Mondriaan).

Gallery 

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Piet Mondrain painting Willow Grove: Impression of Light and Shadow in the Dallas Museum of Art

Willow Grove: Impression of Light and Shadow, c. 1905, oil on canvas, 35 × 45 cm, Dallas Museum of Art

Piet Mondrian painting Evening; Red Tree in the Gemeentemuseum Den Haag

Evening; Red Tree (Avond; De rode boom), 1908–10, oil on canvas, 70 × 99 cm, Gemeentemuseum Den Haag

Piet Mondrian painting Spring Sun (Lentezon): Castle Ruin: Brederode in the Dallas Museum of Art

Spring Sun (Lentezon): Castle Ruin: Brederode, c. late 1909 – early 1910, oil on masonite, 62 × 72 cm, Dallas Museum of Art

Piet Mondrian painting View from the Dunes with Beach and Piers, Domburg, in the Museum of Modern Art

View from the Dunes with Beach and Piers, Domburg, 1909, oil and pencil on cardboard, Museum of Modern Art, New York

Piet Mondrian painting "Gray Tree, 1911, in the Gemeentemuseum Den Haag

Gray Tree, 1911, an early experimentation with Cubism

Piet Mondrian and Pétro (Nelly) van Doesburg in Mondrian's Paris studio, in 1923

Mondrian and Pétro (Nelly) van Doesburg in Mondrian’s Paris studio, 1923

Piet Mondriaan abstract painting Tableau I, from 1921

Tableau I, 1921

Piet Mondriaan abstract painting Composition II in Red, Blue, and Yellow, 1930

Composition II in Red, Blue, and Yellow, 1930

Piet Mondriaan abstract painting "Composition No. 10" from 1939–42

“Composition No. 10” (1939–42), oil on canvas. Fellow De Stijl artist Theo van Doesburg suggested a link between non-representational works of art and ideals of peace and spirituality.

Piet Mondriaan abstract painting "Victory Boogie Woogie" from 1942–44

 “Victory Boogie Woogie” (1942–44)

 

Self-Portrait in front of Troitse-Sergiyeva Lavra, 1912, Uffizi

Today is the birthday of Boris Mikhaylovich Kustodiev (Astrakhan 7 March [O.S. 23 February] 1878 – 28 May 1927 Leningrad); painter and stage designer.

In 1903, he married Julia Proshinskaya (1880–1942).

Gallery

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Winter-festivities 1919

Pancake Tuesday; Butter Week or Crepe week, (1916)

Blue House (1920).

Merchant
Anna Magnani
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Today is the birthday of Anna Magnani (Rome; 7 March 1908 – 26 September 1973, Rome); stage and film actress. She won the Academy Award for Best Actress, along with four other international awards, for her portrayal of a Sicilian widow in The Rose Tattoo.

She worked her way through Rome’s Academy of Dramatic Art by singing at night clubs. She was referred to as “La Lupa,” the “perennial toast of Rome” and a “living she-wolf symbol” of the cinema. Time magazine described her personality as “fiery”, and drama critic Harold Clurman said her acting was “volcanic”. In the realm of Italian cinema she was “passionate, fearless, and exciting,” an actress that film historian Barry Monush calls “the volcanic earth mother of all Italian cinema.” Director Roberto Rossellini called her “the greatest acting genius since Eleonora Duse”. Playwright Tennessee Williams became an admirer of her acting and wrote The Rose Tattoo (my personal favorite of her movies) specifically for her to star in.

After meeting director Goffredo Alessandrini she received her first screen role in La cieca di Sorrento (The Blind Woman of Sorrento) (1934) and later achieved international fame in Rossellini’s Rome, Open City (1945), considered the first significant movie to launch the Italian neorealism movement in cinema. As an actress she became recognized for her dynamic and forceful portrayals of “earthy lower-class women” in such films as L’Amore (1948), Bellissima (1951), The Rose Tattoo (1955), The Fugitive Kind (1960) and Mamma Roma (1962). As early as 1950 Life magazine had already stated that Magnani was “one of the most impressive actresses since Garbo”.

Acting on stage as Anna Christie, 1939

 

Photo signed 1969

She married Alessandrini, in 1935, two years after he discovered her on stage. After they married, she retired from full-time acting to “devote herself exclusively to her husband”, although she continued to play smaller film parts. They separated in 1942.

Magnani had a love affair with the actor Massimo Serato after her separation from Alessandrini.

In 1945 she fell in love with Rossellini while working on Roma, Città Aperta aka Rome, Open City (1945). “I thought at last I had found the ideal man… [He] had lost a son of his own and I felt we understood each other. Above all, we had the same artistic conceptions.” Rossellini became violent, volatile and possessive, and they argued constantly about films or out of jealousy. “In fits of rage they threw crockery at each other.” As artists, however, they complemented each other well while working on neorealist films. The two finally split apart when Rossellini fell in love with and married, Ingrid Bergman.

Magnani died at the age of 65 in Rome from pancreatic cancer in 1973. Huge crowds gathered for the funeral. She was provisionally laid to rest in the family mausoleum of Rossellini; but then subsequently interred in the Cimitero Comunale of San Felice Circeo in southern Lazio.

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The Lovers’ Chronicle 6 March – in your arms – birth of Michelangelo, Cyrano de Bergerac, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, & Gabriel García Márquez

Dear Zazie,  Here is today’s Lovers’ Chronicle from Mac Tag.  Whose arms would like to die in?  Who are you thinkin’ and dreamin’ off?  Rhett

The Lovers’ Chronicle

Dear Muse,

my favorite place
“Mine too”
where we end each day
“I like the days we start there”
this one comes from where
Cyrano and Elizabeth died
“In Roxanne’s and Robert’s
respectively I presume”
if you gotta go
hard to imagine
a better place
“I know where we should go now”
yes *pullin’ you close in my arms*

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“Guess now who holds thee?”—”Death,” I said. But there
The silver answer rang—”Not Death, but Love.”
those who have been followin’
know that word has been scarce around here
if thou must, let it be for the sake
of havin’ never been there before
and how it feels to be here with you

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i understand it now
there was a time
i did not

i do not condone it
but i sure do understand it

no seriously, i git it
i do not need daily
damn reminders

so can you please
tell me somethin’ good
tell me how it felt

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it is the way
you look at things
findin’ beauty
even in imperfection

it is how you happen
how we remember
the letters written
the nights spent
by dyin’ embers

“But I have scars.”
show me…
(touchin’ them)
no, you are perfect

all that matters
who we are
together

a ghost,
come in
“How are you?”
lonely
only you ghosts
come to see me

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a peaceful source
wave on wave
every beauty
that i have seen
comes from you

a painful force
wave on wave
every fear
i have known
follows me home

it snows and i am thinkin’
in you, and i am dreamin’
but you will not come
and the emptiness
clenches

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For this one I combined my two favorite things; day in history notes and poetry.  Hope you like……

Dyin’ In Your Arms

On this day; happy birthday
to Gabriel García Márquez
Who said; ‘What matters in life
Is not what happens to you
But what you remember
And how you remember it.’

And born on this day in Paris
Cyrano de Bergerac,
Who Edmond Rostand decided
Would make a fine heroic
And romantic subject for a play
Bergerac, soldier and poet,
A man to be admired indeed
At least the fictional version
Secretly writin’ love letters

To Roxanne, the woman he loves,
For Christian, a fellow soldier
Alas, poor Cyrano, Roxanne
Realizes, as he’s dyin’,
Who wrote her the letters
And who she really loves
At least Rostand permits
Poor Cyrano to have the fate
That any soldier and poet,
That any man, dearly longs for
To die in the arms of his love

Also on this day, the birth
Of poet Elizabeth Barrett
Fellow poet Robert Browning
Was so moved by her poetry
That he wrote her a fan letter
Which led to a passionate
Correspondence, secret courtship,
Then elopement to Italy
Where they lived and loved happily
Where she composed beloved poems
Where she died in Florence
In the arms of her love

And on this day, the sixth of March,
(Still without you, still missin’ you)
As I look back and reflect, I
Remember all of the good times,
The very best times of my life,
With you, when we were together
I remember we were happy
And I make this wish, this prayer…
Would it were that I were allowed
To die in the arms of your love

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The Song of the Day is a cover of Cutting Crew‘s “Died In Your Arms” by Ashley Cutler.  All rights reserved by the rightful owner.  No copoyright infringement intended.

 

michelangeloMiguel_Ángel,_por_Daniele_da_Volterra_(detalle,_brightened)Michelangelo
Portrait by Daniele da Volterra

Today is the birthday of Michelangelo di Lodovico Buonarroti Simoni (Caprese near Arezzo, Republic of Florence (present-day Tuscany, Italy) 6 March 1475 – 18 February 1564 Rome); sculptor, painter, architect, and poet of the High Renaissance who exerted an unparalleled influence on the development of Western art.  In my opinion, the greatest living artist of his lifetime, one of the greatest artists of all time.  His versatility in the disciplines he took up was of such a high order that he is often considered a contender for the title of the archetypal Renaissance man, along with his rival and fellow Florentine Medici client, Leonardo da Vinci.

He sculpted two of his best-known works, the Pietà and David, before the age of thirty.  Despite holding a low opinion of painting, Michelangelo also created two of the most influential frescoes in the history of Western art: the scenes from Genesis on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel in Rome, and The Last Judgment on its altar wall.  As an architect, Michelangelo pioneered the Mannerist style at the Laurentian Library.  At the age of 74, he succeeded Antonio da Sangallo the Younger as the architect of St. Peter’s Basilica.  Michelangelo transformed the plan so that the western end was finished to his design, as was the dome, with some modification, after his death.

In his lifetime he was often called Il Divino (“the divine one”).  One of the qualities most admired by his contemporaries was his terribilità, a sense of awe-inspiring grandeur.  The attempts by subsequent artists to imitate Michelangelo’s impassioned and highly personal style resulted in Mannerism, the next major movement in Western art after the High Renaissance.

Gallery 

Erythraean Sibyl

Erythraean Sibyl, sistine chapel

The Madonna of the Stairs (1490–92), his earliest known work

Pietà, St Peter’s Basilica (1498–99)

The Statue of David, completed in 1504, is one of the most renowned works of the Renaissance.

Michelangelo painted the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel; the work took approximately four years to complete (1508–12)

Moses for the tomb of Pope Julius II

The Last Judgement (1534–41)

The dome of St Peter’s Basilica

Ignudo fresco from 1509 on the Sistine Chapel ceiling

The Sistine Chapel Ceiling (1508–12)

Michelangelo died in Rome, three weeks before his 89th birthday.  His body was taken from Rome for interment at the Basilica of Santa Croce, fulfilling the maestro’s last request to be buried in his beloved Florence.

Michelangelo’s tomb in the Basilica of Santa Croce, Florence

 Verse

A quel pietoso fonte, onde siam tutti,
S’assembra ogni beltà che qua si vede,
Più c’altra cosa alle persone accorte

 

Cyrano de Bergerac
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Today is the birthday of Savinien de Cyrano de Bergerac (Paris 6 March 1619 – 28 July 1655 Sannois); novelist, playwright, epistolarian and duelist.

A bold and innovative author, his work was part of the libertine literature of the first half of the seventeenth century.  Perhaps best known as the inspiration for Edmond Rostand’s most noted drama Cyrano de Bergerac which, although it includes elements of his life, also contains myth.

 

Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Today is the birthday of Elizabeth Barrett Browning (née Moulton-Barrett, Kelloe, Durham; 6 March 1806 – 29 June 1861 Florence); in my opinion, one of the most prominent poets of the Victorian era, popular in Britain and the United States during her lifetime.

In the 1830s Elizabeth was introduced to literary society through her cousin, John Kenyon.  Her first adult collection of poems was published in 1838 and she wrote prolifically between 1841 and 1844, producing poetry, translation and prose.  She campaigned for the abolition of slavery and her work helped influence reform in the child labour legislation.  Her prolific output made her a rival to Tennyson as a candidate for poet laureate on the death of Wordsworth.

Elizabeth’s volume Poems (1844) brought her great success, attracting the admiration of the writer Robert Browning.  Their correspondence, courtship and marriage were carried out in secret, for fear of her father’s disapproval.  Following the wedding she was disinherited by her father.  The couple moved to Italy in 1846, where she would live for the rest of her life.  They had one son, Robert Barrett Browning, whom they called Pen.  A collection of her last poems was published by her husband shortly after her death.

Elizabeth’s work had a major influence on prominent writers of the day, including the American poets Edgar Allan Poe and Emily Dickinson.  She is remembered for such poems as “How Do I Love Thee?” (Sonnet 43, 1845) and Aurora Leigh (1856).

Verse  

How Do I Love Thee?

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

Sonnet XLIII
from Sonnets from the Portuguese, 1845 (published 1850)

Sonnets from the Portuguese (1850)

  • “Guess now who holds thee?”—”Death,” I said. But there
    The silver answer rang—”Not Death, but Love.

    • No. I
  • Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor,
    Most gracious singer of high poems! where
    The dancers will break footing, from the care
    Of watching up thy pregnant lips for more.

    • No. IV
  • Hush, call no echo up in further proof
    Of desolation! there’s a voice within
    That weeps . . . as thou must sing . . . alone, aloof.

    • No. IV
  • Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand
    Henceforward in thy shadow.

    • No. VI
  • If thou must love me, let it be for nought
    Except for love’s sake only.
    Do not say
    “I love her for her smile —her look —her way
    Of speaking gently,—for a trick of thought
    That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
    A sense of pleasant ease on such a day” –
    For these things in themselves, Beloved, may
    Be changed, or change for thee,—and love, so wrought,
    May be unwrought so. Neither love me for
    Thine own dear pity’s wiping my cheeks dry,—
    A creature might forget to weep, who bore
    Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby!
    But love me for love’s sake, that evermore
    Thou may’st love on, through love’s eternity
    .

    • No. XIV
  • When our two souls stand up erect and strong,
    Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher,
    Until the lengthening wings break into fire
    At either curvèd point, — what bitter wrong
    Can the earth do to us, that we should not long
    Be here contented?

    • No. XXII
  • God only, who made us rich, can make us poor.
    • No. XXIV
  • Because God’s gifts put man’s best dreams to shame.
    • No. XXVI
  • Instruct me how to thank thee! Oh, to shoot
    My soul’s full meaning into future years,
    That they should lend it utterance, and salute
    Love that endures, from life that disappears!

    • No. LXI
  • I seek no copy now of life’s first half:
    Leave here the pages with long musing curled,
    And write me new my future’s epigraph,
    New angel mine, unhoped for in the world!

    • No. LXII

  • Here’s ivy! — take them, as I used to do
    Thy flowers, and keep them where they shall not pine.
    Instruct thine eyes to keep their colours true,
    And tell thy soul, their roots are left in mine.

    • No. LXIV
Gabriel García Márquez
Gabriel Garcia Marquez.jpg

in 2002

Today is the birthday of Gabriel José de la Concordia García Márquez (Arcataca 6 March 1927 – 17 April 2014 Mexico City); novelist, short-story writer, screenwriter and journalist, known affectionately as Gabo or Gabito throughout Latin America.  In my opinion, one of the most significant authors of the 20th century and one of the best in the Spanish language.  He was awarded the 1972 Neustadt International Prize for Literature and the 1982 Nobel Prize in Literature.  He pursued a self-directed education that resulted in his leaving law school for a career in journalism.

In 1958, he married Mercedes Barcha.

García Márquez started as a journalist, and wrote many acclaimed non-fiction works and short stories.  Perhaps he is best known for his novels, such as One Hundred Years of Solitude (1967), The Autumn of the Patriarch (1975), and Love in the Time of Cholera (1985).  His works have achieved significant critical acclaim and widespread commercial success, most notably for popularizing a literary style labeled as magic realism, which uses magical elements and events in otherwise ordinary and realistic situations.  Some of his works are set in a fictional village called Macondo (the town mainly inspired by his birthplace Aracataca), and most of them explore the theme of solitude.

Prose/Verse

Cien años de soledad (1967)
 “- ¡Carajo!- gritó.
Amaranta, que empezaba a meter la ropa en el baúl, creyó que la había picado un alacrán.
– ¿Dónde está? – preguntó alarmada.
– ¿Qué?
– ¡El animal!
Úrsula se puso un dedo en el corazón.
– Aquí- dijo. “

Ti amo non per chi sei Ma per come sono io quando sono con te.

Llueve. Y estoy pensando
en ti. Y estoy soñando.
Nadie vendrá esta tarde
a mi dolor cerrado.

“Voy a buscar un gran quizás”

Si alguien llama a tu puerta
y estás triste,
abre que es el amor,
amiga mía.

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The Lovers’ Chronicle 5 March – reachin’ – premiere of Boito’s Mefistofele – art by Giovanni Battista Tiepolo

Dear Zazie, Here is today’s Lovers’ Chronicle from Mac Tag dedicated to his muse. Follow us on twitter @cowboycoleridge. Rhett

The Lovers’ Chronicle

Dear Muse,

could be said that this
is what they are all about
“Something we are all doing”
somethin’ we better be doin’
“For someone or a purpose”
absolutely, for me, the verse
and to be heard or found
“You were conjuring”
it cannot be seen
any other way
just thankful
you were listenin’
now *reachin’ to hold you*

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yes, still
though now
for where i belong
here am i made manifest
by bein’ with you,
the same
steady destination,
repeatin’ the scenes
that come before us,
dancin’ in time as we
swing close in a wish
to outlast,
our paths overlappin’
creatin’ somethin’
we only dreamed of

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a chorus plays
the familiar refrain

earlier
in Jackson Square
watchin’
sortin’ through
senses and feelin’s
within

in the study now
writin’, readin’, lost
in contemplation

recognize
the manifestations
intriguin’
reflections
culminatin’
in the remains
of the night

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“Where do you come up with this?”
books, readin’ books

tighten the cinch, and mount
books indeed
books and memories
memories that hurt and haunt
sometimes so hard…

worked in the beginnin’
not to think about them
thought my mind was lost
drank alone, drank with others
tried to forget
with pretty senoritas
but, could not have them

drank some more
then got sober enough
to start searchin’
first in Laramie, then Denver
then south, to Lac Cruces
over Raton Pass to Cimarron
then Springer, and kept goin’
Wagon Mound, Las Vegas
in Tularosa damn near
died from the mescal
camped outside of town
where i could see
the line of blue mountains
that stretched into Mexico

knew i was a fool
perhaps, always had been
made the wrong decision
and knew it from the start
looked at those blue mountains
for two days, then headed north

in Santa Rosa, got the idea,
readin’ – from then on, whenever
thoughts became too much
to bear, reach for a book

still reachin’

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She was so offended
that she stormed off
A little later, though;
soothin’ her, listenin’,
smilin’, then laughin’
Presently she began
laughin’ too. She had forgiven;
almost fully, though for what
I could never quite figure out

Today is the birthday of Giovanni Battista Tiepolo (5 March 1696 – 27 March 1770), also known as Giambattista (or Gianbattista) Tiepolo; painter and printmaker from the Republic of Venice who painted in the Rococo style, considered an important member of the 18th-century Venetian school. He was prolific, and worked not only in Italy, but also in Germany and Spain.

Gallery

Matrone romane che fanno offerte a Giunone

Matrone romane che fanno offerte a Giunone

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Una giovane donna con un Ara

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studio di una testa di donna

1868 – Mefistofele, an opera by Arrigo Boito receives its premiere performance at La Scala.

Mefistofele is an opera in a prologue, four acts and an epilogue, the only completed opera with music by the Italian composer-librettist Arrigo Boito.  There are several completed operas for which he was librettist only.   The opera was given its premiere on 5 March 1868 at La Scala, Milan under the baton of the composer, despite his lack of experience and skill as a conductor.

However, it was not a success and was immediately withdrawn after only two performances.  Revisions in 1875 resulted in success in Bologna and, with further adjustments in 1876 for Venice, the opera was performed elsewhere.

Mefistofele is one of many pieces of classical music based on the Faust legend and, like many other composers, Boito used Goethe’s version as his starting point.  He was an admirer of Richard Wagner and, like him, chose to write his own libretto, something which was virtually unheard of in Italian opera up to that time.  Much of the text is actually a literal translation from Goethe’s German to Boito’s Italian.

Synopsis

Prologue

A heavenly chorus praises God the Creator. Mefistofele scornfully declares that he can win the soul of Faust. His challenge is accepted by the Forces of Good.

Act 1

Scene 1, Easter Sunday

The aged Dr. Faust and his pupil Wagner are watching the Easter celebrations in the main square in Frankfurt. Faust senses that they are being followed by a mysterious friar, about whom he senses something evil. Wagner dismisses his master’s feelings of unease and as darkness falls they return to Faust’s home

Scene 2, The Pact

Faust is in his study, deep in contemplation. His thoughts are disturbed in dramatic fashion by the sudden appearance of the sinister friar, whom he now recognizes as a manifestation of the Devil (Mefistofele). Far from being terrified, Faust is intrigued and enters into a discussion with Mefistofele culminating in an agreement by which he will give his soul to the devil on his death in return for worldly bliss for the remainder of his life.

Act 2

Scene 1, The Garden

Restored to his youth, Faust has infatuated Margareta, an unsophisticated village girl. She is unable to resist his seductive charms and agrees to drug her mother with a sleeping draught and meet him for a night of passion. Meanwhile, Mefistofele amuses himself with Martha, another of the village girls.

Scene 2, The Witches Sabbath

Mefistofele has carried Faust away to witness a Witches’ Sabbath on the Brocken mountain. The devil mounts his throne and proclaims his contempt for the World and all its worthless inhabitants. As the orgy reaches its climax Faust sees a vision of Margherita, apparently in chains and with her throat cut. Mefistofele reassures him that the vision was a false illusion.

Act 3

Faust’s vision had been true. Margareta lies in a dismal cell, her mind in a state of confusion and despair. She has been imprisoned for poisoning her mother with the sleeping draught supplied by Faust and for drowning the baby she had borne him. Faust begs Mefistofele to help them escape together. They enter the cell and at first Margareta does not recognize her rescuers. Her joy at being reunited with Faust turns to horror when she sees Mefistofele and recognizes that he is the Devil. Refusing to succumb to further evil, Margareta begs for divine forgiveness. She collapses to the cell floor as the Celestial choir proclaims her redemption.

Act 4

Mefistofele has now transported Faust back in time to Ancient Greece. Helen of Troy and her followers are enjoying the luxurious and exotic surroundings on the banks of a magnificent river. Faust, attired more splendidly than ever, is easily able to win the heart of the beautiful princess. In a passionate outpouring they declare their undying love and devotion to each other.

Epilogue

Back in his study Faust, once more an old man, reflects that neither in the world of reality or of illusion was he able to find the perfect experience he craved. He feels that the end of his life is close, but desperate for his final victory, Mefistofele urges him to embark on more exotic adventures. For a moment Faust hesitates, but suddenly seizing his Bible he cries out for God’s forgiveness. Mefistofele has been thwarted; he disappears back into the ground as Faust dies and the Celestial choir once more sings of ultimate redemption.

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