Popular Post
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts

a poem by PROUST


.

 jacques emile blanche



" Narrative Art, the Novel-from Murasaki to Proust, has produce great works of poetry. 
Slowly poetry becomes visual because it paints images, but it also musical.
It unites two arts into one."- Eugenio Montale.


It could not be more so than with Proust.



"What was once chic is now trashy Mme. Swann is a creature of fashion. She is passionately devoted to her aesthetic ideals, even if they are continually changing." ( Eric Karple from Paintings in Proust )


detail of 'The Cousins' by Watteau





""Nowadays it was rarely in Japanese kimonos that Odette received her intimates, but rather in the  bright and billowing silk of a Watteau housecoat whose flowering foam she would make as though to rub gently over her bosom, and in which she basked, lolled disported herself with such an air of well-being, of cool freshness, taking such deep breaths, that she seemed to look on these garments not as something decorative, a mere setting for herself, but as necessary, in the same ways as her 'tub' or her daily 'constitutional,' to satisfy the requirements of her physiognomy and the niceties of hygiene. "


 'La Gioconda'  Leonardo da Vinci

"She used to often to say that she would go without bread rather than give up art and cleanliness, and that the burning of the 'Gioconda' would distress her infinitely more than the destruction, by the same  element, of the 'millions' of people she knew. "



& his music

“The year before, at an evening party, he had heard a piece of music played on the piano and violin. At first he had appreciated only the material quality of the sounds which those instruments secreted. And it had been a source of keen pleasure when, below the delicate line of the violin-part, slender but robust, compact and commanding, he had suddenly become aware of the mass of the piano-part beginning to emerge in a sort of liquid rippling of sound, multiform but indivisible, smooth yet restless, like the deep blue tumult of the sea, silvered and charmed into a minor key by the moonlight. But then at a certain moment, without being able to distinguish any clear outline, or to give a name to what was pleasing him, suddenly enraptured, he had tried to grasp the phrase or harmony — he did not know which — that had just been played and that had opened and expanded his soul, as the fragrance of certain roses, wafted upon the moist air of evening, has the power of dilating one’s nostrils."



Fantin Latour's 'Roses & Lilies' 1888


An old cetifolia rose from the days of  Victoria or before, carries the name Rosa Fantin Latour. Its intoxicating fragrance must have been what -like the music- stirred Swann's own soul.  The rose is named after painter Henri Fantin-Latour.



"He would rap on the pane, and she would hear the signal, and answer, before going to meet him at the front door. He would find, lying open on the piano, some of her favourite music, the Valses des Roses, the Pauvre Fou of Tagliafico (which, according to the instructions embodied in her will, was to be played at her funeral); but he would ask her, instead, to give him the little phrase from Vinteuil's sonata. It was true that Odette played vilely, but often the most memorable impression of a piece of music is one that has arisen out of a jumble of wrong notes struck by unskilled fingers upon a tuneless piano. The little phrase continued to be associated in Swann's mind with his love for Odette."


Proust's Vinteuil Sonata is fictional-but becomes irrevocably attached to Swann in his reveries & reality. Proust's own affection for composer Cesar Franck led him to seek out a string quartet to play Franck's Violin Sonata for him in his private rooms.  Speculation from Proust devotees is that  little phrase  Swann heard was  Franck's.












quotes in lilac italics from Proust's In Search of Lost Time
& from Alain de Botton's book presented by the BBC with Ralph Fiennes as ProustHow Proust Can Change you Life
 Proust's Vinteuil read more here & here 
on Franck here

.

Happy Cinco


I was delighted to find Magazo on La Paleteria, a site that reposted one of the Soviet space posters I put up the other day. The video was originally posted on Mexicovers.


Here are some of the album covers I found posted
there by Sr. Mexicant.







23


royal
born 5 May 1988, Tottenham
Adele Laurie Blue Adkins

























the guardian here

.

looking backward

.


 man ray



Someone found the future as a statue in a fountain
At attention, looking backward in a pool of water
Wishes with a blue songbird on his shoulder
Who keeps singing over everything
Everything means nothing to me
Everything means nothing to me
Everything means nothing to me
 
 
 
 
yves klein
 
 
 
 I picked up the song and found my picture in the paper
The reflection in the water showed an iron man still trying to salute
People from a time when he was everything he's supposed to be
Everything means nothing to me
Everything means nothing to me
Everything means nothing to me
Everything means nothing to me

elliott smith






christopher o'riley





 
 “ART IS A WELLSPRING OF INSPIRATION THAT NEVER RUNS DRY” Gustav Zumsteg

life & death
4 6 69 – 10 21 03 es       8 27 1890 – 11 18 76 mr        8 28 28 – 6 6 62 yk










links you should follow:


eliott smith
man ray
yves Klein victory of samothrace
yves klein.org
christopher o'riley

 
 



.

Ladies of the Club

 .


perhaps it's the blues-
But I got nothin'-
fortunately they did
and with a wealth to spare.




 



their personal lives are often more discussed than the unbridled talent these powerhouses possessed.
together they were show stoppers.









while watching these performances, their troubles seemed to be forgotten-
and their blues were chased away


 more stories about Ladies of the Club here

.

remember me

.



Ansel Adams
Sunset Crater National Monument, Arizona, 1947



one  who will not be forgotten & remembered unerringly with love.

We, 13, did not disband when we parted and went our own ways
We did not separate and forget who we were
You were far- but never out of sight and heart
 
Requiescat in pace,Will.








Dido's Lament from Henry Purcell's opera "Dido and Anaeus"

.

Team Uncool Loves: Cuss X Chris Saunders X Dirty Paraffin







Cuss magazine a new lookbook style fashion mag focussing on Johannesburg up and comers in the youth circuit recently did a shoot with me, I produced a video and some shots which will be out soon in their april issue. Check them out at http://www.cussmonthly.com 

Styled by: Jamal Nxedlana
Photography & Video by Chris Saunders 

CT 2011

valerie finnis & gillian welch



.
Muscari armeniacum muscari 'Valerie Finnis' 









The fairest bloom the mountain know
Is not an iris or a will rose
But the little flower of which I'll tell
Known as the brave Oconee bell

Just a simple flower so small and plain
With a pearly hue and a little known name
But the yellow birds sing when they see it bloom
For they know that spring is coming soon

Well it makes its home mid the rocks and the rills
Where the snow lies deep on the windy hills
And it tells the world "why should i wait
This ice and snow is gonna melt away"

And so i'll sing that yellow bird's song
For the troubled times will soon be gone











Gillian  Welch peforming  Oconee Bell



Shortia galacifolia  Oconee Bell the real bell








all photographs are my own except for the Oconee Bell flower
more about Valerie Finnis here

I never

ever wonder where  might be without Art.
the mere thought vexes. 
encompassing  such wonders.
without  seeing something-hearing something- reading something every day that sparks  imagination
where would I be?



a place I always go for inspiration-








Milton Avery 1944 Lazy Day Gloucester
I go here





&






&



"The head is not more native to the heart."- William Shakespeare, Hamlet, 1.2
 
 
 
 
"A violet in the youth of primy nature,
Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting,
The perfume and suppliance of a minute."
- William Shakespeare, Hamlet, 1.3
 
 
 
"All that lives must die,
Passing through nature to eternity."
- William Shakespeare, Hamlet, 1.2
 
 
 
 
 &  
 


composed 1689 and sung by Jeff Buckley in 1995
 
 
 
 
I travel across time- 
I thank  for that journey.



.

the last strains of lavender

.


The Princess and the Dragon, Paolo Uccello




. . .but to go round the world 
and play at give and take with giants and dragons and monsters, 
and hear hissings and roarings and bellowings and howlings, 
and even all of this would be lavender, 
if we had not to reckon with Yanguesans and enchanted Moors.  
Miguel de Cervantes





 Samuel Barber's Adagio for Strings

...this might be the sound of Lavender.


.

.

tsunami

.




























"I want you always to remember me.
Will you remember that I existed, and that I stood next to you here like this?"
Haruki Murakami from Norwegian Wood







"Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn't get in, and walk through it, step by step. There's no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That's the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.

An you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You'll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.

And once the storm is over you won't remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won't even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won't be the same person who walked in. That's what this storm's all about." -Haruki Murakami from Kafka on the Shore













images  from the Tale of Genji  from the 12th century illustrated hand scroll
read more about the novel here
more about Genji here- I can not recommend this novel enough, recognized to be the world's first novel , written by Japanese noblewoman Murasaki Shikibu in the early eleventh century, around the peak of the Heian Period.

Noruwei no mori  a novel by Haruki Murakami, the movie Norwegian Wood, adapted  from the book.
video 2 from the score for the movie by Jonny Greenwood adapted from the composition DogHouse.
video 3 Doghouse performed by the BBC Concert Orchestra.

.

Audio Cousins: 'The Social Network' & 'In Treatment'



The last Netflix disc I returned was the Gabriel Byrne-as-therapist HBO series, "In Treatment." So the theme was fresh in my ears last night when I heard the Oscar-wining theme for "The Social Network." I know this sounds ridiculously paradoxical, but except for the notes, the two are exactly the same.

Based on superficial Googling, I have not found any over lap for "In Treatment’s" composer, Israeli musician, Avi Belleli, and "The Social Network’s" composers, Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross. Belleli’s music for In Treatment was actually written for Hagai Levi's Israeli series, Bitipul, on which "In Treatment" is based.

Listen to the first 40 seconds of each …



I know, I need to get a life.

liz taylor

.



happy birthday today Elizabeth Taylor
two time OSCAR winner










she might not be every one's style-
but she was The Goddess of the Silver Screen in the 1950's & 1960's

her OSCAR winning films:"Butterfield 8" 1960  &  "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?" in '66

.
.

where will women go?

.



Umberto Boccioni - Three Women


I have always been pretty politically passionate-I was a child of the Nixon hearings. Mine was the family that watch the 1974 televised hearings of the House Judiciary Committee on our summer beach trip. The committee made up of 21 Democrats, & 17 Republicans -was there to consider the question of  the impeachment of President Richard M. Nixon.

I love blogging and always want people to come to little augury for something different, maybe not what they expect-or even want, to provoke thought on occasion. I see things within my center that matter to me. I continue to think it is important that equal rights for gay men and women be fought for. No- I am not gay.
I continue to think poverty is something everyone should be ashamed of. No- I am not poor. I continue to think a young woman's reproductive rights should be her own- No- I have not faced the decision to have an abortion.

I continue to provoke this blog to look beyond what is light, pretty or of the moment. Why?
& then- I get a comment like this:

ANONYMOUS- 
Apparently you think people are too irresponsible to take care of their own reproductive rights. A condescending attitude that far surpasses racism.
I am not surprised that one of your ilk would post such a disgusting, vile photo in a lame attempt to make your point. Perhaps you can articulate why the taxpayer should provide irresponsible people with health services when the average taxpayer can barely make ends meet? I'll wait.

 about this:



how can you help stop HR3
 go here

Planned Parenthood of America here



and then I remember- Why-
It is because there are people that feel like ANON does-about-
Art
The Poor
Women-


 

.