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Friday, 24 June 2016

Drawing a veil

Folks: let’s forget what just happened here in the UK. Here’s a post I prepared earlier.
                   
Great art is not necessarily beautiful although a tortured argument may be advanced to say this must be the case. But just think: The Scream is not beautiful, nor is Crime and Punishment, nor Pound's A Pact, nor Grosse Fuge. All are arguably great.
                    
This point presently exercises me, blotting out other graver matters. Beauty is, of course, subjective but we must start somewhere and today I'm in charge. Let’s consider great art that is beautiful.
      
Take painting: Hogarth is famous for somewhat unbeautiful satirical drawings but how about his Shrimp Girl (below)?

               
As to prose here’s the ending of Joyce's short story, The Dead.
                    
(Snow) was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.
                    
Poetry? These lines are from Thomas's Over St John's Hill.
                    
Of the led-astray birds whom God, for their breast of whistles,
Have Mercy on,
God in his whirlwind silence save, who marks the sparrows hail,
For their souls' song.
                    
Music? Schubert's Abschied, sung by Christian Gerhaher
                    
CLICK HERE  (Wait out all the long silences.)                  
              
No doubt you’ve rumbled me. Yes, this is a conspiracy – albeit truthful - to edge you towards the Schubert. But then Abschied offers a bonus; you can sing it badly (to yourself) and it remains beautiful. I know, from personal experience. Abschied’s great too but that’s up to others.

5 comments:

Avus said...

Thanks for all of those, RR. The calm after the storm...............

Rouchswalwe said...

Here's to beauty! And to Schubert!

Roderick Robinson said...

Avus: And prior to the storms yet to come.

RW (zS): My rendering of Abschied is improving. Normally excessive feeling for a song gets in the way of singing it properly. But I find myself honour-bound not to betray Abschied's loveliness.

marly youmans said...

Strange world that it is--light present in darkness, beauty present even in suffering. Sing on.

Roderick Robinson said...

Marly: Of course it all depends on which definition of beauty one chooses - those non-beautiful examples I cite would come under the definition "intellectual harmony", or some such. I cheated but then I was under the spell of Abschied and I hoped others might foregather there too.