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Van Gogh's "Winter (The Vicarage Garden under Snow)"

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This painting gets special handling. Apparently at some point the museum took an X-radiograph of the painting and discovered a little surprise underneath: a woman sitting at her spinning wheel. *** 

Norton Simon: Installation II

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    Picasso's Head of a Woman (c. 1927) Braque's  Still Life with Musical Instruments (1918)   Manet's Ragpicker (c. 1865-1870) Brancusi's Bird in Space (1931) Giacometti's Tall Figure IV (1960) Lehmbruck's Inclined Head of Kneeling Woman (1911) Kandinsky's Unequal (1932) Kandinsky's Heavy Circles (1927) Klee's Two Heads (1932) Klee's Possibilities at Sea (1932) Sam Francis' Basel Mural I (1956-58)

Trip to Norton Simon: Installation I

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A spur-of-the-moment thing: Dec. 30, 2011: three young girls and one crotchety old man. We'd already been to Pasadena for the Nutcracker, so I thought: Why not the Norton Simon, I haven't been there in years. If nothing else we'll see the Old Town by day, see them prepping for the big Parade (barricades and bleachers!), and be surprised by an artwork or two. We couldn't stay long (maybe 1 to 2 hours) so we tackled what would probably be easiest to swallow for the girls: the 19th and 20th centuries. We also took a turn in the sculpture garden (mostly Maillol and Moore, though Rodin is at the entrance). These are just a few of my faves: Van Gogh's Mulberry Tree (1889) Degas' Dancers in the Wings (1880) Degas' Dancer (1874) Cezanne's Tulips in a Vase (1888-1890) Matisse's The Black Shawl (Lorette VII), 1918 Renoir's Reclining Nude (c. 1892)

New Year's Resolution

I'm in Seal Beach: currently a 3D daguerroetype of landscape and fog. I'm in Siena: Zbigniew Herbert is the docent and he's taking me from Senius to Good and Bad Government to a luna plena :    Above the Piazza del Campo-- luna plena . Shapes harden. A chord is strung between heaven and earth. Such a moment gives an intense feeling of crystallized eternity. The voices will die. The air will turn into glass. We shall remain here, petrified: I, raising a glass of wine to my lips; the girl in the window arranging her hair; the old man selling postcards under a streetlamp; the square with the Town Hall and Siena. The earth will turn with me, an unimportant exhibit in a cosmic wax museum, visited by no one. * I don't really do resolutions--except on a daily basis--but I'll try. I've had my coffee and scone and now I'm walking it off. I resolve to floss more often (dentists have been harrassing me for years). On that note I duck into Sprouts and purchase

Mucha Is Still Alive

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The girls and I were in a BJ's last night; between bites I kept looking up and seeing two posters; I kept thinking Mucha but couldn't find his name anywhere (perhaps with posters the artist didn't always sign his name?). Anyway, I remembered the beer: Bieres de la Meuse . It's certainly Mucha. [From Wikimedia Commons]  

"Orvieto's Duomo" by Zbigniew Herbert

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Some excerpts I highlighted in Kindle: Robbe-Grillet, the master of inventories, would have written: "He stood in front of a cathedral. It was 100 metres long and 40 metres wide; the height of the facade along the middle axis was 55 metres." Though such description is devoid of vision, the stone proportions assure us that we are in Italy, where the soaring Gothic of the Ile-de-France was translated into a style entirely its own, but going by the same name because of the habit of chronology (according to which everything occurring at the same time must be given a common label). The Guelph clan of the Monaldeschi fought against its Ghibelline faction, the fans of empire who were expelled from the town while the sculptors were illustrating Genesis. According to a reliable witness, the author of The Divine Comedy , both families suffer in Purgatory along with the kin of Romeo and Juliet. Objects and men are vessels of darkness. Finally, one must fling this blasphemy against the

The Madeleine in Paris and Soufflot's Pantheon

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From Herbert's "Among the Dorians": The Madeleine in Paris and Soufflot's Pantheon compared to their original inspirations are like birds from an ornithological encyclopedia compared to birds in flight. * The Madeleine Church, Paris, France [From the Wikimedia Commons] Soufflot's Pantheon, Paris, France [From Wikimedia Commons]

Finished Barnes' "Parrot," Moved on to Zbigniew Herbert's Prose

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No real surprise in the final chapter: Braithwaite/Barnes determines there's more than one parrot and that he'll never know exactly which parrot was Flaubert's. The museum where Flaubert borrowed the parrot had, at one time, roughly fifty parrots. Also, it's suggested that writers like Flaubert often took liberties with the facts: i.e., he may have changed the coloring to suit his artistic sensibilities. Anyway . . . * Started reading Herbert's prose (downloaded his posthumous "collection" from Kindle--I've read many of these pieces in book form, but it's been years). A few lines which I've highlighted: In art I am interested in the timeless value of a work (Piero della Francesca's eternity), its technical structure (how stone is laid upon stone in a Gothic cathedral) and its connection to history.  (Herbert quoted in the Introduction by Alissa Valles) I came to a halt most frequently at Mantegna's portrait of young Frances

Alphonse Daudet in "Flaubert's Parrot"

Perhaps he is mentioned earlier, but he first caught my attention in the chapter titled Pure Story . Here, and we're twenty pages from the end, we first learn about the intimate details of Braithwaite and his wife, and his wife's death (apparently in England "Not To Be Resuscitated" was at some point euphemized to "No 333"). Anyway, re Daudet: Barnes is comparing early "brothel experiences": Flaubert's (as fictionalized in  L'Education sentimentale ) and Daudet's: Perhaps I am too accepting. My own condition is stable, yet hopeless. Perhaps it's just a question of temperament. Remember the botched brothel-visit in L'Education sentimentale and remember its lesson. Do not participate: happiness lies in the imagination, not the act. Pleasure is found first in anticipation, later in memory. Such is the Flaubertian temperament. Compare the case, and the temperament, of Daudet. His schoolboy visit to a brothel was so uncomplicate

Who Was Alphonse Daudet?

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Alphonse Daudet (13 May 1840 – 16 December 1897) was a French novelist . He was the father of Léon Daudet and Lucien Daudet . Early life Alphonse Daudet was born in Nîmes , France . His family, on both sides, belonged to the bourgeoisie . The father, Vincent Daudet, was a silk manufacturer — a man dogged through life by misfortune and failure. Alphonse, amid much truancy, had a depressing boyhood. In 1856 he left Lyon , where his schooldays had been mainly spent, and began life as a schoolteacher at Alès , Gard , in the south of France. The position proved to be intolerable. As Dickens [ clarification needed ] declared that all through his prosperous career he was haunted in dreams by the miseries of his apprenticeship to the blacking business, [ citation needed ] so Daudet says that for months after leaving Alès he would wake with horror, thinking he was still among his unruly pupils. On 1 November 1857, he abandoned teaching and took refuge with his brother Ernest Daudet,

On Flaubert's Letters to Louise Colet

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[From the Sarasota Herald-Tribune , March 2, 1980] 

Flaubert's Paramour: Louise Colet

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"Flaubert's Parrot": More Schizophrenia

There are fascinating "bits" and meditations on Flaubert. For example, according to Parrot Flaubert hated trains: Gustave belonged to the first railway generation in France; and he hated the invention. For a start, it was an odious means of transport. 'I get fed up on a train that after five minutes I'm howling with boredom. Passengers think it's a neglected dog; not at all, it's M. Flaubert, sighing.' Barnes also quotes from the Dictionnaire de idees recues : 'RAILWAYS: If Napoleon had had them at his disposition, he would have been invincible. Always go into ecstasies about their invention, and say: "I, Monsieur, I who am even now speaking to you, was only this morning at X . . . ; I left by the X-o'clock train; I did the business I had to do there; and by X-o'clock I was back."' And Gustave was fretting about the iron beasts just before he died: The penultimate sentence of Gustave's life, uttered as he stood feeli

"Flaubert's Parrot": Enjoying It, I Think

Ok, I'm enjoying it, for the most part. That said he's not Nabokov; he's not even Coetzee. Hard to put a finger on it--is it that silliness often tries to pass for wit? is it that stylistically Barnes just doesn't rise to their level?--and perhaps I'm rushing to judgment. Time will tell. * Re Nabokov: the narrator, Braithwaite, enjoys alluding to Nabokov. He's already tried to tell us that Nabokov got the phonetics wrong on the name Lolita (of course he's just repeating what he heard at a lecture). This morning he's anxious to let us know what Nabokov said about Emma Bovary's adultery: Do you know what Nabokov said about adultery in his lecture on  Madame Bovary? He said it was 'a most conventional way to rise above the conventional'.

Positioning the Tottentanzers

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Positioning the Tottentanzers , a photo by The Huntington Library on Flickr. A friend sent me a link to this artist's interesting work. John Frame is a sculptor--and more than a sculptor. http://johnframesculpture.com/

The Double Life of Julian Barnes

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Julian Barnes = Dan Kavanagh = Edward Pygge = ??? Of course I imagine "equals" isn't quite equals. * [From Conversations with Julian Barnes by Julian Barnes, Vanessa Guignery,  and Ryan Roberts]

Statue de Gustave Flaubert

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Statue de Gustave Flaubert , a photo by couscouschocolat on Flickr. Started reading Julian Barnes' Flaubert's Parrot . This seems to be the statue in Rouen that he describes in Chapter 1: Flaubert's Parrot: Let me start with the statue: the one above, the permanent, unstylish one, the one crying cupreous tears, the floppy-tied, square-waistcoated, baggy-trousered, straggle-moustached, wary, aloof bequeathed image of the man.

Tubby Schaumann & Who Killed Cock Robin?

The denouement is taking forever, but with Tubby "getting there" is the thing: I saw everything through a veil: the streets, the people moving with us or coming toward us. Voices, the noise of carriages I heard as in a dream, and suddenly found myself sitting at a table by the window in the Golden Arms, with Tubby Schaumann sitting down beside me. Huffing and puffing and then taking a deep breath he said with a sigh, "There!" and after a while, "Well, well, well, well, who killed Cock Robin?" * And who is Cock Robin? There are a few possibilities:   http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cock_Robin * And what is an English rhyme doing in a German novel? The rhyme isn't in Tubby, just the allusion. Apparently "versions" of the story exist in other countries, including Germany. * The "long version" of the English rhyme: Who killed Cock Robin? I, said the Sparrow with my bow and arrow, I killed Cock Robin. Who saw him die? I, s

Tubby Schaumann = The Fat Detective = The Man Who Sees

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Apparently Tubby Schaumann is a precursor to the fat detective: think Nero Wolfe, Frank Cannon, or Ironside. [From Fat Boys: A Slim Book by Sander L. Gilman] 

Stopfkuchen = Cake Stuffer = Tubby Schaumann

Already a third the way through. The title has been translated (some say badly, because it's not as "shocking" as Stopfkuchen = Cake Stuffer, the cruel nickname Tubby was given by his fellow classmates as a boy) as Tubby Schaumann: A Tale of Murder and the High Seas . Edward, an old school chum of Tubby's, is the narrator. Currently he's sitting with Tubby beneath a linden tree, outside of Tubby's Red Bank Farm. I think Tubby's easing into how he solved a murder; not quite sure. "Yes, yes, Edward," said Schaumann, "go forth of the ark! Some are sent out into the world to found a kingdom or an empire, others to secure an estate at the Cape of Good Hope, and others again just to capture a little country girl, one whose native good spirits have been stifled and who has a poor devil of a papa who himself is tormented almost to madness--to capture her, I say, and to acquaint her with Henriette Davidi's cookbook and with Heinrich Schaum

Sanguisuga

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Sanguisuga , a photo by galileo.gallery on Flickr. Meet Tyrannobdella rex. I've got to get this guy in a poem.

Another Nice Photo (near Xmas) from Milan, Italy

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Photo by Paul Oliverio

Christmas Decorations on Streets

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christmas decorations on streets , a photo by renidens on Flickr. I've been in Italy in late November and in February--never real close to Xmas. Still, I've seen the lights.

Putting up the Christmas Decorations

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Putting up the Christmas decorations , a photo by pentlandpirate on Flickr. Prague around Xmas.

Charles Bridge, Prague 02/12/2008

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Charles Bridge, Prague 02/12/2008 , a photo by Gary S. Crutchley on Flickr. Years ago now (over 20) I spent a week or so before Xmas in and around Charles Bridge, Prague. I've been back since, but not in the winter. Some day . . .

My Photos (Photos of Photos) from Vilnius: 01/2002

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Hill of Three Crosses

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Hill of Three Crosses , a photo by raitis on Flickr. When I was in Vilnius I also took a photo of these. I got up before sunrise, walked quite a distance in icy snow, snapped a few pictures. This photo--not mine--is very nice.

Christmas Vilnius 22.12.2007

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christmas vilnius 22.12.2007 , a photo by feelingod on Flickr. I was in Vilnius (Vilno) probably 5 years or more before this photo was taken. Similar tree (maybe smaller) but I don't want to run for my photos (I believe I used black and white film on that trip).

More on Lubeck's Der Totentanz

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Decided to get a bit more ambitious. I have an accordion-like postcard (bought it in Marienkirche years ago), consisting of eight panels, showing the whole dance, from  Pabst (Pope) to Wiegenkind (infant). Comparing the 8th card here with the original (see below), it's obvious re details that these are not exact duplicates. Still . . .