A nice end to the Hitchcock in Hi-Def Film Festival
Monthly Archives: October 2010
Museum-worthy?
You have to be pretty deeply into the whole relativistic oh-visual-culture-is-all-equal to think that anyone in Michigan should be spending hard-invested income on this.
Hitchcock Film Festival!
Halloween in Geneva – at the Smith Opera House!
Art crime all over
A 2 meter statue of Aphrodite? Let’s bury it in the back yard until market conditions are right!
Danteblogging Purgatory XXVIII
Purgatory Canto XXVIII
The Inferno began in a dark forest, the selva oscura of Inferno I.2. Purgatory is ending in another dark forest, but one without fear and threats. Dante is wandering into the Earthly Paradise, la selva antica, the ancient forest (Purg XXVIII.23), when he finds a stream.
Dimly and darkly here it rushes by
under the everlasting shade that never
allows a ray of sun or moon within. (Purg XXVIII.31-33)
On the other side of the stream Dante sees a lady whose name will not be revealed until Beatrice names her in Canto XXXIII. She is Matelda, and Esolen assures us that no one has been able to pin her to any historic person. She takes over as guide here. Virgil has fallen silent.
Matelda tells Dante about this place, which is Paradise, lifted up after the expulsion of Adam and Eve. The two streams, though, rather than the Biblical four rivers, are Lethe, the classical river of forgetfulness, and Eunoe, “good memories” (Purg XXVIII.131). That’s another burst of inventiveness from Dante – and a pseudo-Greek word at that!
The canto ends with a typical linking of Dante’s cosmos with the classical world – Matelda says that insofar as the classical poets sang about Parnassus and a golden age they were talking about this place,
For here the human race was innocent;
forever spring, and fruit upon the vine.
This is the nectar which the poets meant. (Purg XXVIII.142-144)
In a moment of remarkable intimacy, Dante looks back at Statius and Virgil and names them miei poeti, “my poets” (146). The relationship has changed from Virgil as guide, protector, and father and Statius as interlocutor and companion to something different. “My poets.”
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Fake Wyeth detected
This is a nice piece on how a fake Wyeth watercolor was found out — a dealer noticed something suspicious in a catalog, made a phone call, the auction house called in an expert with detailed records (made by the artist’s wife as he went along), and the painting was determined to be a fake. It’s not always that easy (if that was easy!).
Danteblogging Purgatory XXVII
Purgatory Canto XXVII
Canto XXVII begins with Dante’s greatest personal pain in the Commedia. The angel guardian of the next door says to the pilgrims, “Holy souls, you pass no farther on / unless you’re bitten by the fire” (Purg XXVII.10-11). He names Dante a “holy soul!” Talk about progress and healing! But Dante is still afraid, scared to death.
So did he say to us when we drew near,
and I was like a corpse put in the grave,
the words I heard so touched my heart with fear.
I joined my hands and stretched them to the flames,
gazing, seeing too sharply in my mind
bodies I’d seen die burning at the stake. (Purg XXVII.13-18).
At the stake is a little strong for the Italian, which is only “which I had seen burned,” già veduti accessi. But maybe that “burned” is to be understood as more actively done to the bodies than people who happen to have been caught in fires. Certainly Dante could have seen people burned.
Virgil reminds Dante of all the troubles they’ve been through to no effect, until he brings up Beatrice. Then Dante is willing to test the flame. Virgil goes first, Statius brings up the rear.
The blazes there inside did so surpass
all measure, that to feel the cool again
I’d haveflung myself into boiling glass.
But my sweet father spoke of Beatrice
with every step he took, to comfort me:
”I think I can already see her eyes.” (Purg XXVII.49-54)
I’ve played with boiling glass at the Corning Museum of Glass. That’s vivid.
The pilgrims pass out of the fre and start up the last flight of stairs just as the sun sets – so they each take a step and go to sleep. Dante has a detailed dream of Leah, who talks about her sister Rebecca — and Leah is to Rebecca as Martha is to Mary, active and contemplative.
When they wake they finish that final staircase. Standing at the top, Virgil speaks his last words to Dante (though he will accompany Dante and Statius silently for a few more canti). Virgil tells Dante that he has led him by strength of mind (reason) and art (poetry?), but can go no further. He pushes Dante to accept his freedom as priest, prophet, and king — the baptismal promises.
No longer wait for what I do or say.
Your judgment now is free and whole and true;
to fail to follow its will would be to stray.
Lord of yourself I crown and miter you. (Purg XVII.139-142).
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Danteblogging Purgatory XXVI
Purgatory Canto XXVI
So the pilgrims (including Statius) are walking gingerly in single file along the rim, air to the right and a wall of flame to the left. The sun casts his shadow onto the flame, and that stirs the interest of souls again. They put it two ways — talking among themselves they say “It loks as if his body is not false” (Purg XXVI.12). That fittizio, “fictitious, false,” is interesting so soonafter the disquisition in XXV on the airy bodies the souls assemble.
More beautiful comes a little later, when they address Dante directly. “Tell how you’re a wall / against the sun” (Purg XXVI.22-3). Wall against the sun! I like that.
Dante notes that the souls come to the edge of the flame to approach him, but never leave it. That’s a strong statement of their acceptance of their correction. The canto will end by calling the flame foco che li afina, “refining fire.” This fire hurts – but it hurts in a way they accept.
The souls here are being purged of lust. Interesting, though; Dante seems to have disposed of them in the Inferno in separate places. The Circle of the Lustful was the second circle of Hell, Canto V. Only heterosexual lust was mentioned, and Paolo and Francesca were the interlocutors. The sodomites were much further down — in the Circle of the Violent, Canti XV and XVI, where the interlocutor in one was Brunetto Latini and the other was the gang of fire-slick Florentines.
The souls here are both persuasions, being corrected together — and their correction has gone so far they can greet each other with a kiss that is the kiss of peace rather than of lust (Purg XXVI.31), and their striving is friendly There is shouting, but it’s jocular, claiming their shame (is this the only shouting in Purgatory?).
Dante makes another one of those odd jabs at Caesar here — Caesar, who Dante puts in Limbo and whose assassins he saw chomped by Satan. Still, Dante remembers Suetonius’s report that when Caesar entered Rome as a triumphator, his soldiers hailed him as Queen of Bithynia, because he had supposedly spent his hitch as a legatus in Bithynia having an affair with the king. Dante’s attitude toward emperors is no simpler than his attitude toward popes. He loves the idea of empire and would like a more ideal papacy, but he spots human weakness.
Dante’s interlocutors here, like Brunetto Latini among the sodomites, are poets and beloved teachers – Guinizelli and Arnaut Daniel. We last recalled Dante’s debt to Guinizelli in canto XXIV, when he talked with Bonogiunta of Lucca. Bonogiunta, who had dismissed the fancy love poetry of Guinizelli and Dante in life is the one now calls it dolce stil novo (Purg XXIV.57). Arnaut Daniel delivers the longest bit in a language other than Tuscan in the poem — 8 lines of Provençal.
Clearly these are two love poets who lived out their poetry. Perhaps Dante is suggesting that if Beatrice had been alive he would have tried? Certainly he will have to pass through the flame in the next canto.
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Time flies, fun or not
My German-phrase-each-day calendar says it:
Es ist schon Montag?
It’s Monday already?
Branding from HELL
I was amused to see at a T.J. Maxx today that the Palm steak house has gone whole hog for branding. I almost bought a casserole, but it had a branded handle. I settled for le Creuset, which is at least not marked where you can see it.
This evening I’m perusing an Amazon sale on home goods and find this: Jeep Off Road 80-inch by 63-inch Tailored Panel Pairs. What can be Off Road about curtains? Lest you think I’m exaggerating, and that this is a mistake, one could also buy Jeep Extreme 80-inch by 63-inch Tailored Panel Pairs. I, for once, think that tailoring your panel pairs makes them automatically neither extreme nor off road.
I bought a mattress pad. It is just a mattress pad.
Danteblogging Purgatory XXV
Purgatory Canto XXV
Dante finally asks a question in Canto XXV that may have been bothering some of us — how can the souls of the Gluttonous get so skinny when they don’t need nourishment in Purgatory? Virgil says very briefly that it’s all about the link between you and your reflection in a mirror. Statius will explain at great length and with the medieval technical understanding of embryology, complete with refutation of Averroes and an acceptance of Thomist models. Funny, the process Statius describes reminds me of those old ontogeny recapitulates phylogeny diagrams. The generation by blood on blood is a little off, but then we become a plant – or have the vegetative soul. Then we are “like a sea sponge,” then we become an animal, and then a child (Purg XXV 52-61).
I still don’t quite see why, even given all this, the disembodied soul after death has to create a facsimile body while it waits for the resurrection, but there you go — I’m kind of theologically impaired.
More interesting is that at the end of the canto as they walk round a corner they see a blast of flame that almost reaches the rim. They are about to enter the place where “the last wound of all,” lust, is healed.
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What I mean is . . .
Here you go. I’m spending this whole semester explaining that I don’t hate William Blake or Gustave Doré for illustrating Dante rather than slavishly sticking to the text — they are autonomous artists. Secondary adaptations and performances aren’t wrong! They’re independent.
And if you don’t believe that listen to the intertextual referentiality about other people who’ve sung this version (Bobby Darrin and Louis Armstong) and Ella singing about the fact that’s she’s making a record and singing it (“We’ve swung it, we’ve sung it!”).
Frightenly close to the original
Ask me sometime why the Threepenny Opera is such a formative experience for me.
Our Board of Trustees is in town…
And I guess we’ll find out if the Performing Arts Center is going to happen this year. Any tents for a Saturday ground breaking would be going up today . . . .
Craziest story I’ve read in months
Escaped crocodile sparked panic which brought down airliner killing British pilot and 19 others
via the comment section at the Right Coast.