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Ekaterina Serebriakova – Obituary

Sad news but a beautiful and a touching posting….

Fëanor's avatarArt of the Russias

Katya in blue by the fir tree. A wonderful painting of this name, from the brush of the legendary Zinaida Serebriakova, can be found in the Pushkin Museum. On it is depicted a little girl with bright deep and big eyes. This is Ekaterina Serebriakova, Zinaida’s daughter, her right-hand woman, and the preserver of her artistic heritage. A superb graphic artist, painter and interior decorator, Ekaterina died on August 26, 2014, in her apartment on Montparnasse. She was in the 102nd year of her life.

The world of Russian culture has had an immeasurable loss, said the Russian ambassador to France, Alexander Orlov. The ambassador is indubitably correct – and not just because owing to Ekaterina’s efforts, her mother’s legacy was preserved. Zinaida was one of the greats of Russian art, one of the first women to write her name in bright letters in its history. Ekaterina herself was…

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“What’s bad” and a “Cretan Vase”; Two poems by Gottfried Benn

Was schlimm ist*1886-1956+Schriftsteller, Arzt, DPortr„t mit ZigaretteFoto: Fritz Eschen

Wenn man kein Englisch kann,
von einem guten englischen Kriminalroman zu hören,
der nicht ins Deutsche übersetzt ist.

Bei Hitze ein Bier sehn,
das man nicht bezahlen kann.

Einen neuen Gedanken haben,
den man nicht in einem Hölderlinvers einwickeln kann,
wie es die Professoren tun.

Nachts auf Reisen Wellen schlagen hören
und sich sagen, daß sie das immer tun.

Sehr schlimm: eingeladen sein,
wenn zu Hause die Räume stiller,
der Café besser
und keine Unterhaltung nötig ist.

Am schlimmsten:
nicht im Sommer sterben,
wenn alles hell ist
und die Erde für Spaten leicht.

 

Die jemanden zum Schreiben inspiriert:- http://forum.thailand-tip.com/index.php?topic=3684.0;wap2

Was schlimm ist

Wir sind ja so gefordert in Thailand.
Was ist denn wirklich schlimm?
Die Immigration,
die Bargirls,
die Potenzpillen,
das Brautgeld,
die Korruption,
die Roten,
die Gelben,
die Geschichten aus Hinterindien?GB

 

 

 

 

                                                                       

                                                                     

                                                                      KRETISCHE VASEGottfried Benn

http://books.google.co.uk/books?id=32yURfFuCr4C&pg=PA100&lpg=PA100&dq=Benn+-Cretan+Vase+Gottfried&source=bl&ots=a4YeE6rJ_0&sig=WOCGP_S3mmovP3

Cretan Vase

You, your lips full of the perfume of wine,

Blue enclosure of clay

And sound,

Band of roses round the draught of Myceanean light,

Useless vessel,

Longing for thirst to be stilled,

Far diffused.

 

Slackenings,

Free-birth is accomplished.

Shining loosely beasts,

Rocks, bright unpurposed things:

Strips of violets, lukewarm skulls like flowers

Or blood on meadows.

 

Wave against torpor and forehead,

Burner of deep bacchanalia against the stigmata of annihilation:

Young growth and conscious brain,

Wash away, dust away-

Boy’s hands, athletes limbs,

Embraced by space,

Stand you on jug and slope,

When with fish-head, onions, flutes

Leda-festivals turn rose-red coupling,

Plane, decline.

Translation as provided in Penguin Poets

Twentieth Century Verse

Edited by Patrick Bridgwater

 

 

GB1

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Sarah Siddons

Sarah Siddons and her portraits…..

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Sarah Siddons by J. Dickinson Sarah Siddons by J. Dickinson

The subject of my blog today is not an artist, although many would term her a theatrical artist, and in fact she was looked upon as one of the greatest English tragic actors of the eighteenth century. She was a Shakespearean actor of great renown and particularly famous for her interpretations of Lady Macbeth. She was a lady who was so popular that her portrait was painted a number of times by leading portraitists of the time. Let me introduce you to Sarae Kemble, later known as Sarah Siddons.

Sarae Kemble was born in the Welsh town of Brecon in July 1755. She was the eldest of twelve children of Roger Kemble and his wife Sarah Ward. Her father, who was a theatre manager, managed a troupe of travelling actors, the Warwickshire Company of Comedians. Sarah was fortunate to be the eldest child as her…

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Noch mehr über Die Tochter des Kaisers von China

Die Tochter des Kaisers von China

 
Die Tochter des Kaisers von China
die tät mich niemals lieben,
hängt ich auch meine Schellenkappe an
ihren Mukatnußbaum.
Statt Orangen und Zitronen
die Sterne in lichtblauer Luft
(ich stahl sie längst mein Schatz)
hingen baumelnd dort.
Der Mond tat mir geben ein Silber,
die Sonne tat mir geben Gold,
und beide zusammen bliesen sacht
und machten die Porridge mir kalt;
doch die Tochter des Kaisers von China
tat so, als säh sie’s nicht,
wenn ich hängt meine Schellenkappe an
ihren Muskatnußbaum
Edith Sitwell
(übersetzt durch Ute und Werner Knoedgen)
Moderne englische Lyrik -ISBN 3-15-009826-2
Das Ambiente dieses Gedicht fühlt sich abgelenkt und noch die Bilder hat eine magische Kraft. Den Rhythmus und die Alliteration scheinen gut in diese Übersetzung arbeiten.
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The King of China’s Daughter by Edith Sitwell, my favourite poem.

parissasheerin's avatarParissa Through the Looking Glass.

The King of China’s daughter,
She never would love me
Though I hung my cap and bells upon
Her nutmeg tree.
For oranges and lemons,
The stars in bright blue air,
(I stole them long ago, my dear)
Were dangling there.

The Moon did give me silver pence,
The sun did give me gold,
And both together softly blew
And made my porridge cold;

But the King of China’s daughter
Pretended not to see
When I hung my cap and bells upon
Her nutmeg tree.

The King of China’s daughter
So beautiful to see
With her face like yellow water, left
Her nutmeg tree.
Her little rope for skipping
She kissed and gave to me –
Made of painted notes of singing-birds
Among the fields of tea

I skipped across the nutmeg grove, –
I skipped across the sea;
But neither sun nor moon, my dear,
Has yet caught me.

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Avant-Garde Outing

Must try to get to these exhibitions-

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The same day I saw the Popkov exhibition at Somerset House, I also nipped into the St Petersburg Gallery where there was a display of Russian avant-garde works. I took a few a pictures with my Moto G, and as you can see, the picture quality isn’t great.

The curators of this show (Russian Revolution in Art, Russian Avant-Garde: 1910 – 1932) focused on a major dichotomy of the modernist period – figurative vs non-figurative art. While artists, joined up in a multitude of movements, claimed that art was separate from the real world, they continued to investigate abstraction and rhythm, and created new colour and plastic compositions.

The exhibition has more than sixty pieces: paintings, drawings, craft and sculptures. There are suprematists and constructivists, ceramicists and non-objectivists. There is a St Petersburg circle, a Malevich circle, a Moscow circle. There even is a set of Kandinskys before that worthy legged…

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Frag mich nicht-Zarah Leander

– Frag´ mich nicht, ob ich Dich liebe (tango)
Musik: Ludwig Schmidseder, Text: Hans Fritz Beckmann, Dirigent: Freddy Alberti can be seen at www.youtube.com/watch?v=weF_0QScy5c

ZL1

Frag’ mich nicht,

Ob ich dich liebe

Frag’ mich nicht,

Denn was heute Wahrheit ist,

kann morgen Lüge sein.

Heut’ ist heut’

musst du dir denken.

Heut’ ist heut’,

denn das was Morgen ist,

ob du noch glücklich bist,

das weiß nur Gott allein.

Morgen schon,

könnt ich mein Herz einem anderen schenken.

Morgen schon,

will ich vielleicht schon gar nicht mehr an dich denken.

Drum bitt’ ich dich,

frag’ mich nicht,

ob ich dich liebe.

Frag’ mich nicht,

Denn was heute Wahrheit ist,

kann morgen Lüge sein.

Nur in den Märchen

Gibt es Glück für alle Zeit.

Nur in den Märchen

Hält die Seligkeit bleibt man zu zweit.

Frag’ mich nicht,

ob ich dich liebe.

Frag’ mich nicht,

Denn was heute Wahrheit ist,

kann morgen Lüge sein.

Heut’ ist heut’

musst du dir denken.

Heut’ ist heut’,

denn das was morgen ist,

ob du noch glücklich bist,

das weiß nur Gott allein.

Morgen schon

könnt ich mein Herz einem anderen schenken.

Morgen schon

will ich vielleicht gar nicht mehr an dich denken.

Drum bitt’ ich dich,

frag mich nicht,

ob ich dich liebe.

Frag’ mich nicht,

Denn was heute Wahrheit ist,

kann morgen Lüge sein.

This song also reminds me of Carole King’s similar but related feelings as  expressed at www.youtube.com/watch?v=m8KlYc0xG80 with “Will you still love me tomorrow?”

Zarah Leander was a highly controversial figure as can be seen by reading the article at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zarah_Leander

 

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For the love of Literature

It was a great week and the writing groups especially fruitful.

redwellyyellowwelly's avatarAdventures in Cornwall

Advanced writing workshops in a hotel where Charles Dickens and Oscar Wilde once stayed. Eye-opening information about Cornish medieval drama. Advice on getting published from a bestseller. A fascination with the exotic.

Writers and readers (myself included) flocked to Penzance over the weekend for the annual Literary Festival, expertly organised by a team of volunteers and run over four days in some of the best buildings in town.

Penzance LitFest Programme

From the ultra-modern surroundings of The Exchange to the refined, historical setting of The Union Hotel and the artistic delights of the Acorn Theatre, there were a whopping 85 events on offer to tempt visitors and locals from the delightful sunshine and into a world of bookishness and learning.

I didn’t manage to attend anything like all of the sessions, but here’s a brief rundown of my favourites:

Author Branding – tips from international writer and ex-pat Liz Fenwick on how to create…

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Car Boot Sales -Rosudgeon, West Cornwall

RosudgeonThere are a surprising number of car boot sales in Cornwall as may be clearly seen by looking at the maps and search on www.intocornwall.com/ .Probably the two most popular in West Cornwall are the Sunday event at Hayle which starts as early as  at 8am. Hayle Rugby Club R.F.C, Memorial Park, Marsh Lane, Hayle. In the recent fine weather the Wednesday market at Roseudgeon between Penzance and Helston  fromthe  beginning of April to end of October.

Visiting the Roseudgeon event recently, I discovered a nexus of vibrant activity and fun. In summer, parking might take 10 minutes or so but the fields to which the cars are guided is close to the sea and affords expansive views down to the cliffs on the south coast itself. The stallholders must arrive as early as six in the morning to get a decent pitch . However, revived by a strong cup of tea and an hour of quick sales puts them into good humour. As well as cash, useful information changes hands in relation to where things can be sourced, how to look after a pot plant and keep it in good condition and so forth.

Roseudgeon Car Boot Sale
Rosudgeon Car Boot Sale

There are a wide range of flowers and potted bushes on sale making for a colourful display. There is a mass of cheap fruit and vegetables. (I was cheered by a large  bag of cherries, probably about 1.5kg,  cost just a £1). Naturally, as is my wont -an interesting word deriving from the same stem as the German verb wohnen to live in a place- I headed for the books, DVDs and CDs. There is a rich vein of books on photography-e.g Peace Snapped by Rupert Hopkins 1986 about the Greenham Common Peace Camp.http://www.ruperthopkins.com/gallery.php. I also found an Art book valued new at £383-09 and in pretty good condition for just £8. This is the place to come if you are in search of your favourite type of music, I rather regret not spending £2 on the nostalgia of Manfred Mann! As Tony Benn once remarked,”There is nothing like finding something you have lost-it gives you more pleasure than anything else.” 

Car components etc!
Car components etc!

There are rolls, cakes and drinks for sale and in the hall next to the field tea, sandwiches, scones and fairy cakes are on sale at very reasonable prices. There is something rather typically English and sempiternal about the ambiance, rather like a dance hall frozen into the 1960s with jovial and friendly staff presiding. After taking a break, it is interesting to note that the crowds of punters are a cosmopolitan group. There are locals picking up cheap supplies but also groups of visitors from abroad, discovering facets of popular culture by rooting through shed-loads of cheap DVDs. Everyone wanders through makeshift alleyways, surveying the more specialist stalls providing fishing rods, leather goods and cowboy hats and sturdy, wooden garden furniture.

It was a great pleasure to discover an old friend, MVB- www.rainydaygallery.co.uk– selling off the stock remaining from his recently closed gallery. This included postcards with various intriguing local artists and his family biographies. The latter containing an account of his grandfather; an early pioneer of flying machines. If you are looking for presents for children you will find everything from bags of lego in all shapes and sizes, strategy games and kids DVDs. A Bagpuss DVD retailed for £1 and two lego kits in good condition were about £5. It is a good idea to plan your budget before you start, although I don’t myself regret buying an unaccountably attractive Welsh vase for £1 and a cafitiere in fresh condition for £4 -at least £10 cheaper than on Amazon, say.

Fresh Gingham Rules!
Fresh Gingham Rules!

 

 

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September-Lied – (September Song)

September-Lied
(September Song)

Als ich als junger Mann den Mädchen den Hof machte
Spielte ich ein Wartespiel
Wenn ein Mädchen mit wallenden Locken mich zurückwieß
Ließ ich die alte Erde ein paar Umdrehungen machen

Während ich sie mit Tränen anstatt Perlen bearbeitete
Und mit der Zeit kam sie zu mir
Mit der Zeit kam sie

Wenn du dich mit den jungen Mädchen im Frühling triffst
Machst du ihnen mit Liedern und Reimen den Hof
Sie antworten dir mit Worten und einem Kleeblatt-Ring
Aber wenn du die Dinge, die sie bringen, unter die Lupe nimmst

Haben sie wenig zu bieten, außer der Lieder, die sie singen
Und reichlich verschwendeter Zeit
Reichlich verschwendeter Zeit

Oh, es ist eine lange, lange Zeit
von Mai bis Dezember
Aber die Tagen werden kürzer
Wenn der September eintrifft

Wenn das Herbstwetter
Die Blätter rötlich färbt
Bleibt keine Zeit
für das Wartespiel

Oh, die Tage schwinden
Zu wenigen zusammen
September, November

Und diese wenigen kostbaren Tage
Werde ich mit dir verbringen
Diese kostbaren Tage
Werde ich mit dir verbringen

Übersetzung: Marc Rothballer für Sinatra

Das vielleicht schönste Lied aus Andersons und Weills „Knickerbocker Holiday“ ist der „September Song“, der bei der Erstaufführung von Walter Houston interpretiert wurde, und der auf Wunsch von Alexej unser neues Wochenthema sein soll.

Two nice interpretations on You Tube are:-

and with Lotte Lenya at

and Django Reinhardt at

and even more Lotte Lenya -Macky Messer