30 April 2010
27 April 2010
an unfamiliar, silent place
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but i must interrupt myself to introduce you to quite an amazing, and growing, image source. in keeping with our exploration of turn-of-the-century vienna, wiener werkstatte, ver sacrum, et al, i tried to find some of the poetry that had been published in that magazine. but i failed. so here we have poems from poets who were in ver sacrum, if not necessarily with these poems.
LOVESONG
How shall I withhold my soul so that
it does not touch on yours? How shall I
uplift it over yours to other things?
Ah, willingly would I by some
lost thing in the dark give it harbor
in an unfamiliar, silent place
that does not vibrate on when your depths vibrate.
Yet, everything that touches us, you and me,
Takes us together as a bow's stroke does,
That out of two strings draws a single voice.
Upon what instrument are we two spanned?
And what player has us in his hand?
O sweet song.
Rainer Maria Rilke
trans. M.D. Herter Norton, from Translations from the Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke, 1938, 1966. 1
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it does not touch on yours? How shall I
uplift it over yours to other things?
Ah, willingly would I by some
lost thing in the dark give it harbor
in an unfamiliar, silent place
that does not vibrate on when your depths vibrate.
Yet, everything that touches us, you and me,
Takes us together as a bow's stroke does,
That out of two strings draws a single voice.
Upon what instrument are we two spanned?
And what player has us in his hand?
O sweet song.
Rainer Maria Rilke
trans. M.D. Herter Norton, from Translations from the Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke, 1938, 1966. 1
AN EXPERIENCE
What wondrous flowers had bloomed there,
cups of colors darkly glowing! And a thicket
Amidst which a flame like topaz rushed, Now
surging, now gleaming in its molten course.
All of it seemed filled with the deep swell
Of a mournful music. This much I knew,
Though I cannot understand it – I knew
That this was Death, transmuted into music,
Violently yearning, sweet, dark, burning,
Akin to deepest sadness.
Hugo von Hofmannsthal
translation. D. McClatchy? 3
HUNTING LASSES
My soul is sick to-day;
my soul is sick with absence;
my soul has the sickness of silence;
and my eyes light it with tedium.
I catch sight of hunts at a standstill,
under the blue lashes of my memories;
and the hidden hounds of my desires
follow the outworn scents.
I see the packs of my dreams
threading the warm forests,
and the yellow arrows of regret
seeking the white deer of lies.
Ah, God! my breathless longings,
the warm longings of my eyes,
have clouded with breaths too blue
the moon which fills my soul.
Maurice Maeterlinck 3
no. i don't really love those last two poems, but i think i'm a translation snob. but it doesn't take snobbery to recognize treasure.
all of these images are but a particle of what awaits you at mattia moretti's photosets on flickr.
included are not only two complete volumes of ver sacrum, which is 40% of the total run, but stunning secessionist buildings throughout europe (mostly), decorative objects, and much more. don't miss his blog, either: http://www.szecesszio.com/.
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cups of colors darkly glowing! And a thicket
Amidst which a flame like topaz rushed, Now
surging, now gleaming in its molten course.
All of it seemed filled with the deep swell
Of a mournful music. This much I knew,
Though I cannot understand it – I knew
That this was Death, transmuted into music,
Violently yearning, sweet, dark, burning,
Akin to deepest sadness.
Hugo von Hofmannsthal
translation. D. McClatchy? 3
HUNTING LASSES
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my soul is sick with absence;
my soul has the sickness of silence;
and my eyes light it with tedium.
I catch sight of hunts at a standstill,
under the blue lashes of my memories;
and the hidden hounds of my desires
follow the outworn scents.
I see the packs of my dreams
threading the warm forests,
and the yellow arrows of regret
seeking the white deer of lies.
Ah, God! my breathless longings,
the warm longings of my eyes,
have clouded with breaths too blue
the moon which fills my soul.
Maurice Maeterlinck 3
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all of these images are but a particle of what awaits you at mattia moretti's photosets on flickr.
included are not only two complete volumes of ver sacrum, which is 40% of the total run, but stunning secessionist buildings throughout europe (mostly), decorative objects, and much more. don't miss his blog, either: http://www.szecesszio.com/.
Labels: adolf bohm, fredrich konig, Hugo von Hofmannsthal, josef maria auchentaller, Maurice Maeterlinck, poetry, Rainer Maria Rilke, ver sacrum
25 April 2010
24 April 2010
a sad little piece
so i came across this lovely set by franz karl devilla in a book. since i have a less-than-stellar scanner that i finally got off craigslist, and i'm not all that stellar at scanning myself, i went off to see if it existed online. and lo and behold -- someone seems to be scanning in that
very book (for a class, i think).
very book (for a class, i think).
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a little goat was bought by the little father.
then came the little fox and ate the little goat,
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then came the little stick and beat the little dog,
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then came the little butcher and slaughtered the little ox,
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then came the little water and put out the little fire.
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Labels: franz karl devilla, wiener werkstatte
22 April 2010
for the children? • (the calendars)
UNTIL TODAY, ALL of the calendars i've posted have been, quite unintentionally, for adults. today we begin a break from that,
though who will ever agree as to where that line really falls?
though who will ever agree as to where that line really falls?
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i think we might question who the expected audience might be.
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brightest lights of the golden age of book illustration?
was he this, as danny kaye portrayed him?
uhhh...., no.
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is it,"how do they do it?"? yeah, i thought so; me too.
well, neither did mr andersen. biographies describe instead
a lonely man burned with a continual series of unrequited passions,
for both women and men. virginity as syrup to sweeten
children's stories. little mermaid, indeed. imagine really seeing
yourself as that creature with her legs fused together.
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love letters can prove. but it would make sense.
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of times she'd rewritten her ten-line poem.
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a gene that teaches you the rules of being a member of a group,
large, or even just two people. for aspies, that gene is different.
they, we, just do not hear conversation in the same way non-aspies do.
social interactions are also experienced differently.
they may, however, notice whole dimensions of things that go
unnoticed in the everyday for most people.
think temple grandin/ dr doolittle.
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are you still ready to say that andersen wrote stories for children?
but who better to inspire calendars?! another one next.
Labels: calendar, carl otto czeschka, Hans Christian Andersen, illustration
18 April 2010
a man for all seasons • 1915
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Labels: birds, calendar, theo van hoytema
14 April 2010
Belle Jardiniere • (the calendars)
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& DECORATIVE ART IN FRANCE
by OCTAVE UZANNE
November, 1894.
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![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwL3GnoFbAeAliM0lAya02PAI8tJ_0_ooO9vsr2qqIeqOZaM67NWWXBM1lY5LnOH91m0LE18AEE2gRJJPFLffL_1sCSfWMyeYCxOwkDGUBpQHs01qqhq0Gj99fmrMXLgQqHl9uIg/s200/dec+eg.jpg)
the calendar is from around 1895
Labels: calendar, eugene grasset, the studio