A Nightingale Sang

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.

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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.

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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.

Quote … Unquote

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.
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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.

Copyright © 1976 by Edward Mendelson, William Meredith and Monroe K. Spears,
Executors of the Estate of W. H. Auden.

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.

Post Script: Auden was not the only poet inspired by Bruegel’s painting, William Carlos Williams also wrote a short poem entitled Landscape with the Fall of Icarus