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Concrétion noire du café...

Concrétion noire du café dans la tasse.
Petite surface circulaire immobile.
Il faut que la vibration extérieure soit accentuée pour qu'elle se trouble.
Odeur forte.
Concentrée.
Liquide qui est puissance.
Odeur d'un brûlé noir.
Un vieil homme à casquette de cuir torréfiait son café devant chez lui.
La fumée fine s'échappait de l'appareil.
Restait en suspension dans l'air froid.
Enveloppante.
On pouvait songer à des forêts impénétrables.
Des encorbellements de lianes.
Des cris d'oiseaux inconnus.
Des grognements menaçants.
Des déplacements souples.
Invisibles.
Une chaleur pétrifiante.
Le petit appareil était cylindrique.
En fer.
Une minuscule porte à glissière sur le dessus.
Le feu de bois l'enrobait de flammes.
Le vieil homme restait assis pendant des heures.
Tournait lentement la manivelle du cylindre.
L'odeur âcre se propageait au loin sur le chemin des maisons.
Ensuite on l'oubliait.
Comme l'odeur du cimetière.
Cette aigrissure.
Le pourrissement des fleurs dans la fosse derrière le portail de l'entrée.
Odeur de femmes noires.
Sévères.Lentes.
Tristes.
Eclatement du coup de cloche.
La terre rouge ou verte.
Un trou.
Parois grasses.
Luisantes.
Veines jaunâtres de la terre.
Comment s'imaginer qu'un jour son propre corps sera enseveli dans cette profondeur graisseuse.
Pourrir.
Rire.
Jouer.
Le cimetière est un endroit sale.
Café chaud du matin.
Les fenêtres sont ouvertes.
Dehors il fait bleu et nacré.
Les bols sont remplis.
Le pain en tranches.
Le beurre tendre sur la petite assiette rose.
Le lait se mélange avec des dessins de filaments.
Dans les bois il y a des airelles.
Des argenteries de poissons dans la rivière.
Le matin le grand couloir de la maison sent longtemps le café.
Un noir.
Un jus.
Des voyantes lisent l'avenir dans le marc de café.
Une grosse femme à demi soûle.
Les yeux humides.
Les seins énormes.
La tasse pivotant entre ses doigts aux ongles rongés.
Savoir à quand remonte l'usage du café ?
Trouver des ouvrages illustrés chez les bouquinistes.
Le café est-il un fruit ?
Forcément.
Les araignées ne sont pas des insectes.
Un sucre chimique se dissolvait dans la tasse de café et laissait apparaître une substance en forme d'araignée.
Farces et attrapes.
Tout le monde riait.
On changeait la tasse.
L'araignée noire flottait dans l'évier au milieu de la vaisselle.
Il fallait du courage pour oser la toucher du bout du doigt.
C'était flasque.
Que devenait-elle ensuite ?
Les araignées de réglisse aux pattes rouges.
Les filles qui hurlaient.
Le ciel était si clair.
La nuit ne tombait pas.
Les grands bavardaient entre eux dans le jardin.
Les voix n'étaient plus que bruissements.


Concreción negra del café...

Concreción negra del café en la taza.
Pequeña superficie circular inmóvil.
Es necesario que la vibración exterior se acentúe para que se perturbe.
Olor fuerte.
Concentrado.
Líquido que es potencia.
Negro olor a quemado.
Un viejo con gorra de cuero tostaba el café delante de su casa.
El humo tenue se escapaba del aparato.
Permanecía suspendido en el aire frío.
Envolvente.
Podía pensarse en bosques impenetrables.
Techos de lianas.
Gritos de pájaros desconocidos.
Gruñidos amenazantes.
Desplazamientos ágiles.
Invisibles.
Un calor petrificante.
El pequeño aparato era cilíndrico.
De hierro.
Con una minúscula tapa corrediza.
El fuego lo envolvía con sus llamas.
El viejo permanecía horas sentado.
Hacía girar lentamente la manivela del cilindro.
El olor acre se propagaba hasta muy lejos por el camino que llevaba a las casas.
Luego se lo olvidaba.
Como el olor del cementerio.
Esa acritud.
La putrefacción de las flores en la fosa detrás del portal de entrada.
Olor a mujeres negras.
Severas.
Lentas.
Tristes.
Estallido de la campanada.
La tierra roja o verde.
Un pozo.
Paredes fértiles.
Brillantes.
Venas amarillentas de la tierra.
Cómo imaginar que un día nuestro propio cuerpo estará enterrado en esta profundidad grasienta.
Pudrirse.
Reir.
Jugar.
El cementerio es un lugar sucio.
Café caliente de la mañana.
Las ventanas están abiertas.
Fuera todo está azul y nacarado.
Las tazas están llenas.
El pan en rebanadas.
La mantequilla blanda en el platito rosado.
La leche se mezcla con dibujos de filamentos.
Hay arándanos en los bosques.
Platería de peces en el río.
Por la mañana el gran corredor de la casa huele mucho tiempo a café.
Un café negro.
Un cafecito.
Hay adivinas que leen el porvenir en la borra del café.
Una mujer gorda medio borracha.
Los ojos húmedos.
Los pechos enormes.
La taza que gira entre sus dedos de uñas comidas.
¿Saber de cuándo data el uso del café?
Encontrar viejos libros ilustrados.
¿Es un fruto el café?
Forzosamente.
Las arañas no son insectos;
Un azúcar químico se disolvía en la taza de café y dejaba aparecer una substancia con forma de araña.
Un chasco.
Todos se reían.
Cambiaban la taza.
La araña negra flotaba en el fregadero entre la vajilla.
Hacía falta tener coraje para atreverse a tocarla con la punta del dedo.
Algo fofo.
¿En qué se transformaba después?
Las arañas de regaliz de patas rojas.
Las chicas que chillaban.
El cielo estaba tan claro.
La noche no caía.
Los grandes charlaban entre ellos en el jardín.
Las voces no eran ya sino murmullos.

Versión de Carlos Cámara y Miguel Ángel Frontán

Louis Calaferte (1928-1994)




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Photos - Fotos: The start of the Monsoon season - The Boston Globe - The Big Picture - 32 images

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The start of the Monsoon season


Monsoon season in southern Asia has begun, and in India the rains arrived ahead of schedule, easing drought concerns. Monsoon rains can be disruptive and even deadly, but crucial for the farmers whose crops feed millions of people. Though concerns for flooding are prevalent, the arrival of the rains brings colorful celebrations and relief from the heat every year. -Leanne Burden Seidel (32 photos total)

An Indian buffalo herder holding a traditional handmade umbrella stands in a field to keep watch of his buffaloes as monsoon clouds hover above in Bhubaneswar, India, on June 13, 2013. (Biswaranjan Rout/Associated Press)

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The Kumari, considered a living goddess, attends festivities on the last day of the Rato Machindranath chariot festival, also known as Bhoto Jatra, in Jwalakhel, on the outskirts of Kathmandu on June 7, 2013. The event, celebrated every year to herald good monsoon rains for increased rice harvest, prosperity and goodluck, is one of the main festivals observed by both the Buddhist and Hindu communities of Kathmandu. (Prakash Mathema/AFP/Getty Images) #

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Indian women protect themselves standing under tree during rain in Hyderabad, India, on June 11, 2013. Monsoon rains, that lash India from June to September, are considered crucial for farmers whose crops feed millions of people. (Mahesh Kumar A./Associated Press) #

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A farmer removes dried grass from his rice field against on the outskirts of the western Indian city of Ahmedabad June 13, 2013. The annual monsoon rains are crucial for the 55 percent of farmland without irrigation in India, one of the world's biggest producers and consumers of foodstuffs. (Amit Dave/Reuters) #

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The dark rain clouds appear off Dehiwala in the suburbs of Colombo, Sri Lanka, on June 8, 2013. Strong gale force winds from early this morning due to the south-west monsoon resulted in several fisher craft being reported missing.(M.A Pushpa Kumara/EPA)#

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Dark clouds are seen in the sky over high-rise buildings, heralding heavy rainfalls in the eastern Indian city of Calcutta, India, on June 7, 2013. The summer monsoon season in India usually begins in the months of June and July and lasts until October. (Piyal Adhikary/EPA)#

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Indian fishermen push a fishing boat to anchor it near the Arabic Sea shore at the Chowk Dongri village in Thane, India, on June 8, 2013. The local fishermen stop fishing between 10 June and 15 August during the monsoon period due to rough seas, uncertain wind conditions and continuous rain which also can cause damage to the boats. (Divyakant Solanki/EPA) #

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A man holds an umbrella as he sits on a bench during monsoon rains in Mumbai, India, on June 12, 2013. (Rafiq Laqbool/Associated Press)#

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An egret feeds its baby on a tree along the River Brahmaputra in Gauhati, India, on June 3, 2013. The arrival of egrets usually indicates the beginning of the monsoon season in this region. (Anupam Nath/Associated Press)#

10
A woman carries her child through a heavy rain shower in the northern Indian city of Chandigarh on June 11, 2013. India's monsoon rains recorded higher than average levels in the first week of the four-month rainy season, weather office sources said, reflecting a timely onset and progress so far over southern states. (Ajay Verma/Reuters)#

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An Indian buffalo herder returns with water buffaloes on a dry river bed in Allahabad on June 9, 2013. India's 235 million farmers still rely on the erratic rains to soak around 60 percent of the country's farmland -- despite calls for the government to improve irrigation and water-harvesting methods to ensure more stable crop output. (Sanjay Kanojia/AFP/Getty Images)#

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People enjoy high tide waves during monsoon rains on the Arabian Sea coast in Mumbai, India, on June 12, 2013. (Rajanish Kakade/Associated Press) #

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A man holds a cloth during a marriage ceremony between a pair of donkeys in Mumbai June 5, 2013. Dozens of farmers from the drought-hit district of Solapur attended this marriage ceremony in protest against what they say was lack of assistance from the state government during the drought. According to a local Hindu belief, the marriage of donkeys speeds up the arrival of monsoon rains. (Danish Siddiqui/Reuters)#

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Sri Lanka Navy personnel attempt unsuccessfully to reach marooned fishing boats off the coasts of Dehiwala in the suburbs of Colombo, Sri Lanka, on June 8, 2013. Strong gale force winds from early this morning due to the south-west monsoon resulted in several fisher craft being reported missing. Several of them were rescued while four fishermen were reported killed and 17 others have been reported missing.(M.A Pushpa Kumara/EPA)#

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Family members of a missing fisherman cry in Dehiwala, Sri Lanka, on June 8, 2013. Heavy wind and rains caused by the southwestern monsoon killed five people and left 17 fishermen missing along Sri Lanka's coast Saturday, an official said. (Eranga Jayawardena/Associated Press)#

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Volunteers learn how to install sand bags and panels at homes in case of a flash flood during the rain season in Seoul, South Korea, on June 13, 2013. Forecasters predict the monsoon season will begin around 17 June, starting from the country's central region. (Yonhapnews/EPA)#

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A member of the Bathini Goud family administers 'fish medicine' to a patient at the Nampally Exhibition Grounds in Hyderabad on June 9, 2013. The medicine, which has been offered by the family of the southern Indian city to patients for the last 162 years as a cure for asthma and other breathing disorders, is placed in the mouth of a live murrel fish and then slipped into the mouth of the patient. The medicine is administered on the auspicious day of 'Mrigasira Karti' which falls in June with the onset of the annual monsoon. The treatment, which is based on a secret herb formula, draws thousands of people from all over the country. (Noah Seelam/AFP/Getty Images) #

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A man sleeps on a cot in a flooded lane during monsoon rains in Mumbai, India, on June 10, 2013. Heavy rains disrupted rail and road traffic in India's commercial capital affecting normal life.(Rafiq Maqbool/Associated Press)#

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A Nepalese farmer works in a field at Khokana on the outskirts of Katmandu, on June 6, 2013. Farmers are busy ploughing fields for planting rice in preparation for the monsoon season. (Niranjan Shrestha/Associated Press) #

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A photographer holds an umbrella to shield himself from the rain on a beach in Mumbai June 13, 2013. Annual monsoon rains have covered half of India two days ahead of the usual date, easing concern over southwestern regions parched by drought. (Danish Siddiqui/Reuters)#

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Nepalese devotees carry traditional torches during festivities on the last day of the Rato Machindranath chariot festival, also known as Bhoto Jatra, in Bungamati on June 7, 2013. The event, celebrated every year to herald good monsoon rains for increased rice harvest, prosperity and goodluck, is one of the main festivals observed by both the Buddhist and Hindu communities of Kathmandu.(Prakash Mathema/AFP/Getty Images) #

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Boys play at a sea wall as waves crash over it during a monsoon rain shower in Mumbai, June 13, 2013. (Vivek Prakash/Reuters)#

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Young Indian Muslim boys mop the floor of a mosque which got wet during rains in New Delhi, India, on June 14, 2013. The monsoon rains which usually hit India from June to September are crucial for farmers whose crops feed hundreds of millions of people. (Altaf Qadri/Associated Press)#

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A fish vendor carries his basket on his head covered with plastic as he walks through a street during monsoon rains in Mumbai, India, on June 9, 2013. The Southwest monsoon, arrived in the city Saturday, three days ahead of schedule, according to the meteorological department. (Rafiq Maqbool/Associated Press)#

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Excavators clear debris as rescue workers look for trapped people after a residential building collapsed, killing at least seven people in Mumbai on June 10, 2013. Four diggers and a crowd of people were gathered around a high mound of rubble -- the remains of half of the four-story building that caved in on the second day of heavy monsoon rains in the city. (Punit ParanjpeAFP/Getty Images)#

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Rescue workers take out a body from the rubble after a residential building collapsed in heavy monsoon rains in Mumbai, India, on June 11, 2013. (Rajanish Kakade/Associated Press) #

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A boy plays as a car drives through a flooded street during monsoon rains in Mumbai, India on June 10, 2013. Heavy rains disrupted rail and road traffic in India's commercial capital. (Rafiq Maqbool/Associated Press)#

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Indian people shelter under umbrellas as they wait for a bus during heavy rain in Mumbai, India on June 8, 2013. Monsoon rains lash India from June to September. (Rajanish Kakade/Associated Press) #

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An Indian farmer ploughs a field as part of preparations for paddy crop planting on the outskirts of Hyderabad on June 11, 2013. India's monsoon rains are the main source of irrigation for the nation's 235 million farmers who depend on the timing of the monsoon in order to decide which crops to grow.The farm sector accounts for about 15 percent of a nearly USD 2-trillion economy, Asia's third-biggest.( Noah Seelam/AFP/Getty Images)#

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An Indian man looks at damage to a road during heavy monsoon rains near Govindghat town in the Indian state of Uttrakhand on June 17, 2013. Heavy rains lashed parts of north India Monday, resulting in the deaths of at least 18 people, as the annual monsoon covered the country nearly two weeks ahead of schedule. (AFP/Getty Images)#

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Indian people walk along the sea front during rain showers in Mumbai on June 14, 2013. The weather department has forecast India will receive normal rains this year, raising prospects of a stronger performance by Asia's third-largest economy. (Punit Paranjpe/AFP/Getty Images) #

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Fast moving water flows over a Hindu statue during a heavy monsoon rain in Rishikesh town in the Indian state of Uttrakhand on June 17, 2013. More than a dozen people lost their lives due to record downpours in Uttarakhand state, situated in the foothills of the Himalayas. (AFP/Getty Images)#


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Poesia: Catulo - Poemas a Lesbia – Carmen LI - LXXXV - CIX - LXXV - XCII - LXX - LVIII - XLIII - Links

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LI

Semejante aun dios se me aparece aquel,
superior a los dioses, si es lícito,
que sentado frente a ti, sin cesar,
te observa y escucha
reír dulcemente, lo que a mí, desgraciado,
todos los sentidos me arrebata:
Lesbia, en cuanto te veo,
mi voz se apaga,
la lengua se torna torpe, y bajo mis miembros
comienza a manar una llama;
me zumban los oídos y una noche
doble cubre mis ojos.
El ocio, Catulo, te es pernicioso;
en el ocio te exaltas e impacientas.
El ocio ya perdió antes muchos reyes
y ciudades felices.


LXXXV
Odio y amo. Por qué lo hago, me preguntas tal vez.
No sé, pero siento cómo se hace y me torturo


CIX

Me prometes, vida mía, que este amor será feliz
y perpetuo entre nosotros.
Grandes dioses, haced que pueda prometer con verdad
y que lo diga sinceramente y de corazón,
para que toda nuestra vida podamos mantener
ese sagrado lazo de cariño eterno


LXXV

A tal extremo ha llegado mi corazón, Lesbia mía, por tu culpa,
y tanto se ha perdido por su misma fidelidad,
que ahora ya no puedo tenerte aprecio, aunque te vuelvas la mejor de todas,
ni dejar de quererte por mucho que hagas.


XCII

Lesbia dice pestes de mí todo el tiempo y no para.
¡Que me muera si Lesbia no me quiere!
¿Cómo lo sé? Porque me pasa lo mismo: la maldigo a todas horas,
pero ¡que me muera si no la quiero!


LXX

Mi amada asegura que con nadie quiere casarse
Excepto conmigo, a no ser que el mismo Júpiter se lo pida.
Eso dice, pero lo que una mujer dice a su deseoso amante
En el viento y en el agua rápida conviene escribir


LVIII

Nuestra Lesbia, Celio, aquella Lesbia,
aquella Lesbia a quien Catulo amó,
más que a sí mismo amó, más que a todo lo suyo amó,
ahora en esquinas y en callejuelas
se las pela a los magnánimos nietos de Remo.


XLIII

Hola, muchacha sin nariz pequeña,
Sin bello pie, ni negros ojos,
Sin dedos largos, y de rostro sudoroso,
Con lengua apenas elegante,
Amiga del rumboso Formiano,
¿acaso se dice en provincias que eres bella?
¿contigo comparan a nuestra Lesbia?
¡Tiempo ignorante y corrompido!




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NASA: USA - Rare Clear View of Alaska - 06.07.13

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Rare Clear View of Alaska
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On most days, relentless rivers of clouds wash over Alaska, obscuring most of the state’s 6,640 miles (10,690 kilometers) of coastline and 586,000 square miles (1,518,000 square kilometers) of land. The south coast of Alaska even has the dubious distinction of being the cloudiest region of the United States, with some locations averaging more than 340 cloudy days per year.
That was certainly not the case on June 17, 2013, the date that the Moderate Resolution Imaging Spectroradiometer (MODIS) on NASA’s Terra satellite acquired this rare, nearly cloud-free view of the state. The absence of clouds exposed a striking tapestry of water, ice, land, forests, and even wildfires.
Snow-covered mountains such as the Alaska Range and Chugach Mountains were visible in southern Alaska, while the arc of mountains that make up the Brooks Range dominated the northern part of the state. The Yukon River—the longest in Alaska and the third longest in the United States—wound its way through the green boreal forests that inhabit the interior of the state. Plumes of sediment and glacial flour poured into the Gulf of Alaska from the Copper River. And Iliamna Lake, the largest in Alaska, was ice free.
The same ridge of high pressure that cleared Alaska’s skies also brought stifling temperatures to many areas accustomed to chilly June days. Talkeetna, a town about 100 miles north of Anchorage, saw temperatures reach 96°F (36°C) on June 17. Other towns in southern Alaska set all-time record highs, including Cordova, Valez, and Seward. The high temperatures also helped fuel wildfires and hastened the breakup of sea ice in the Chukchi Sea.

  1. Further Reading

  2. State of Alaska Geography of Alaska. Accessed June 18, 2013.
  3. Alaska History & Cultural Studies The Physical Geography of Alaska. Accessed June 18, 2013.
NASA image courtesy Jeff Schmaltz, LANCE MODIS Rapid Response Team at NASA GSFC. Caption by Adam Voiland.
Instrument: 
Terra - MODIS


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Sculpture - Escultura: Auguste Rodin - Part 3 - Links

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Auguste Rodin 
Las puertas del infierno. 
Museo Rodin - Zürich - Kunsthaus - Rodin's Höllentor

 



 Auguste Rodin 
A famous fragment The Walking Man

 
Auguste Rodin
 The walkimg man

 
 The Fallen Caryatid Carrying her Stone  circa 1880-1, cast 1950
La Cariatide tombÈe portant sa pierre

Bronze
object: 390 x 305 x 310 mm, 28.8 kg
sculpture

Purchased 1950

N05955
In 1880 Rodin was commissioned to make a portal and set of monumental doors for the MusÈe des arts dÈcoratifs in Paris. This work, known as 'The Gates of Hell', included a large number of figures in relief. These inspired several individual works, including this caryatid. An early version of this sculpture was exhibited in 1886. Three years later one critic wrote, 'this supple little creature, not more that eighteen inches high, is regarded by the sculptor and his friends as one of his very best compositions, and many copies of it have been made for the latter in both marble and bronze'. This particular bronze was made in 1950 from a plaster cast.
 (From the display caption August 2004)


Balzac  1892

Bronze
object: 545 x 355 x 232 mm, 14.2 kg
sculpture

Presented in memory of Lady Sadler by Sir Michael Sadler through the Art Fund 1931

N04589

In 1891 Auguste Rodin was commissioned to make a commemorative statue of the famous French novelist HonorÈ de Balzac (1799-1850). With great thoroughness Rodin studied all existing portraits of Balzac, read all the books about him and paid several visits to Touraine, the area where the writer was born, to study local physiognomy. This head is part of a full length study. Rodin said he wished to show the writer ëas if I had lived with him for yearsí, and modelled an image of him ëin his study, breathless, hair in disorder, eyes lost in a dreamí.


Auguste Rodin was born in Paris in 1840 and died in Meudon in 1917.

 (From the display caption August 2004)

 
Woman on a Column  circa 1900-3
Femme sur une colonne

Copper electrotype
object: 908 x 203 x 152 mm, 3.3 kg
sculpture

Bequeathed by Mrs Rhoda Symons 1952

N06070

This female figure is adapted from one entitled The Sphinx, from Rodinís monumental bronze doors known as The Gates of Hell. Rodin kept a number of fragments of works standing around his studio on the top of classical columns, and such an arrangement may have inspired this work. Despite its rather delicate proportions, the impression here is of a full-size figure taken to an architectural scale. Such subversion of perception anticipates the impact of Alberto Giacomettiís manipulation of scale and space.
 (From the display caption April 2009)
 
The Kiss  1901-4
Le Baiser

Pentelican marble
object: 1822 x 1219 x 1530 mm, 3180 kg
sculpture

Purchased with assistance from the Art Fund and public contributions 1953

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The Tateís The Kiss is one of three full-scale versions made in Rodinís lifetime. Its blend of eroticism and idealism makes it one of the great images of sexual love. However, Rodin considered it overly traditional, calling The Kiss ëa large sculpted knick-knack following the usual formula.í The couple are the adulterous lovers Paolo Malatesta and Francesca da Rimini, who were slain by Francescaís outraged husband. They appear in Danteís Inferno, which describes how their passion grew as they read the story of Lancelot and Guinevere together. The book can just be seen in Paoloís hand.
 (From the display caption August 2004)
 
Auguste Rodin 
The Age of Gold
ca. 1878  
Black chalk and traces of white chalk on gray paper





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Poetry: Karen Alkalay-Gut - Confessions of an Apicorous - C-c-c-c-c-c-c-c - 1957 - Links

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Confessions of an Apicorous

My brother leads the seder, and we
become as little children
asking, reciting, doing our shtik
in turn around the room.
I stretch out my neck, turning a bit
from the table, wishing even the liver,
matzo balls, all the afikoman
eaten, digested, the Israelites freed
As a child
I’d refuse to read
except for the chant of the goat song.
Not the wicked son
who asks what does all this
mean
to you
But the fifth one
who must get up from table
walk out the door
when Eliyahu comes in,
just for a breath
of fresh air
Go on without me
but consider me there





C-c-c-c-c-c-c-c

“Spit it out Moses,” I tell him impatiently.
“Give me the whole word at once!”
“It isn’t stuttering, you know,”
He says, suddenly clearly.
“Every letter could go, on its own,
Many different ways.”
“I have to be so careful
Not to say something
That those Israelites
Will interpret
In some extreme direction.
“That’s why I needed to get the laws
Etched out for them
In stone.”

Thanks to
Jewish Daily Forward

Read more:
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1957

We were slaves
to Pharaoh in Egypt,
we sang extempore —
each with a different tune
each with a different memory.
Born on the outer edge of war,
I envisioned only Cecil B. DeMille
and the myriads of extras drowned
behind a trick glass wall.
(No. That isn’t true.
Years before,
when we were in our old home
—flimsy and small—
I would fear
that when we opened the door for Elijah,
Hitler and his men would push in,
destroying all, but my consciousness.)
In the new house
with the massive cherry dining set
my father and I bought secondhand
and the flowered gilt dishes
my mother saved all year,
we were our own leaders.
Our guests leaned on their pillows
and admired the oversized turkey
(symbol I see now of America—
freedom and relief)
the tsimmis, the compote,
and all the extra courses
—fish, liver, soup —
they had only dreamed of
even before the war.
And while I focussed
on the Hagada drawings of Moses,
with his strong, Heston chin,
did my father
think of his years in prison?
Did my mother
recall the boat
that took them back
from the Promised Land to Danzig
on the eve Hitler came in?
On this night of nights
we sang together offkey
that once we were slaves
that now we are free

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