Back on his 465th birthday I rambled on about the birth of my love of Shakespeare – a love that has continued unabated to this day. Today while visiting the Guardian website – about the only news site I got to these days and even then … but that’s another story – I came across this wonderful video: The Quarantine Players Project.
Well-known names from the British theatre join with theatre goers from around the world to deliver three of the iconic soliloquies in a way that gives them new life and, for me, new depth of meaning. “The Guardian and Shakespeare’s Globe put out an open call for theatre fans to record their own renditions of the speeches. More than 500 submissions were received for the project, which was produced by Jess Gormley, and a selection were edited together by Noah Payne-Frank.”
At a time when emotions are often close to the surface I find these are amongst the most moving of passages despite their familiarity. Never have I been so aware of where I am in those Seven Ages as I creep towards the sixth. And Prospero’s farewell is all the more powerful for that connection to my first brush with Shakespeare.
The word for April 8th is: Soliloquy /səˈliləkwē/: [noun] 1.1 An act of speaking one’s thoughts aloud when by oneself or regardless of any hearers, especially by a character in a play. 1.2 A part of a play involving a soliloquy. Middle English from late Latin soliloquium, from Latin solus ‘alone’ + loqui ‘speak’. Or that conversation you have with your dog or cat in which all the grievances of life are addressed.
I’m not too sure what side of the political fence The Guardian is on – hell I can’t make head nor tail of British politics these days – so I largely ignore their take on the world news but when it comes to interesting cultural features they have North American news websites beat hands down.
Today (December 18) this beautiful watercolour (above) appeared in their book section. The story behind it can be reached by left clicking on the picture. It also includes a larger version of the piece itself – I only wish I had the £32,001 to make it mine. Well who knows maybe Laurent was the one who bid on it as a surprise Christmas gift.
And as the lead up to Christmas they are also publishing a series of Cartoons for the 12 Days of Christmas. Though of course technically speaking they should have started on December 25th through until January 6th but the quality of the art and the spirit of the holiday allows me to overlook the technicality. Again a click on Axel Scheffler’s Santa (above) will take you to the series.
On this day in 1892: Premiere performance of The Nutcracker by Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky in Saint Petersburg, Russia.
While paging through the Guardian today – I guess that’s what you call it when you read a newspaper on the Internet – I came across an interactive article (see link below) on a painting that is being sold in England by its present owner, Lord St Oswald. The National Trust and the Art Fund are trying to raise the needed £2.7m to keep The Procession to Calvary by Pieter Bruegel the younger in the country. In the article there was a quote by W. H. Auden which sent me scrambling to Google for the poem in its entirety.
Landscape with the Fall of Icarus – long thought to be by Pieter Bruegel the elder is now considered a copy of a work rather than the original. It is in the Musée des Beaux Arts in Brussels where Auden saw it in 1938.
Musée des Beaux Arts
W. H. Auden – 1938
About suffering they were never wrong, The Old Masters; how well, they understood Its human position; how it takes place While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along; How, when the aged are reverently, passionately waiting For the miraculous birth, there always must be Children who did not specially want it to happen, skating On a pond at the edge of the wood: They never forgot That even the dreadful martyrdom must run its course Anyhow in a corner, some untidy spot Where the dogs go on with their doggy life and the torturer’s horse Scratches its innocent behind on a tree. In Breughel’s Icarus, for instance: how everything turns away Quite leisurely from the disaster; the ploughman may Have heard the splash, the forsaken cry, But for him it was not an important failure; the sun shone As it had to on the white legs disappearing into the green Water; and the expensive delicate ship that must have seen Something amazing, a boy falling out of the sky, had somewhere to get to and sailed calmly on.
Auden’s words brought to mind the presepi which will be appearing in churches and homes next month: tableaux of the Nativity surrounded by people going about their normal business. Though some may be aware of the event being celebrated others are oblivious to the occasion. And I’ve often observed it in miniatures and early paintings in museums and churches that while the mundane activities of the town or country continue unaffected miracles are wrought, martyrdom inflected and achieved and the gods thunder, roar and laugh.
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