from Fairfield Porter's sketchbook
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Monday, November 8, 2010
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Hamlet and the gravedigger
by Delacroix
Clown: Here's a skull now; this skull hath lain in the earth three-and-twenty years.
Hamlet: Whose was it?
Clown: A whoreson, mad fellow's it was: whose do you think it was?
Hamlet: Nay, I know not.
Clown: A pestilence on him for a mad rogue! 'a pour'd a flagon of Rhenish on my head once.
This same skull, sir, was Yorick's skull, the king's jester.
Hamlet: This?
Clown: E'en that.
Hamlet: Let me see. [Takes the skull.]
Alas, poor Yorick!—I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kiss'd I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen?
Now, get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that.
—Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing.
Horatio: What's that, my lord?
Hamlet: Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion i' the earth?
Horatio: E'en so.
Hamlet: And smelt so? Pah!
[Throws down the skull.]
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Furniture in the Valley
by
de Chirico
"My series of paintings called Funiture in the Valley was engendered by an idea that came to me one afternoon in Paris, as I was walking down Saint-Germain between Rue du Dragon and Rue du Vieux-Colombier.
On the sidewalk, in front of a used furniture shop, I saw sofas, chairs, wardrobes, tables, and a coat rack displayed right there on the street. By finding themselves so removed from the sacred place in which man has always sought repose, the place that each of us call home, these objects - the mere sight of which arouses feelings and sentiments that delve back to our earliest childhood -- suddenly appeared solemn, tragic, even mysterious. In the midst of the street noise, the comings-and-goings of a major capital's passions and fevers, these solitary items of furniture formed a kind of guarded enclave, a loculus, an impregnable zone aginst which the ambient hubbub and commotion broke like waves dying on a strand."
~de Chirico
(definition of loculus -- 1. Ecclesiastical. a compartment in an altar, in which relics are kept.
2. a recess in an ancient catacomb or tomb, where a body or cinerary urn was placed)
(definition of loculus -- 1. Ecclesiastical. a compartment in an altar, in which relics are kept.
2. a recess in an ancient catacomb or tomb, where a body or cinerary urn was placed)
Sunday, January 10, 2010
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