tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60592508708968446772024-02-07T16:14:20.725-08:00Kaori Kitao's Whirlinggigoccasional thoughts profound and frivolousWhirlwind33 http://www.blogger.com/profile/12972338346264399566noreply@blogger.comBlogger489125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059250870896844677.post-11677365964948033862020-06-22T08:29:00.000-07:002020-06-22T08:29:19.647-07:00Waking Hours <div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: Times; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;">A day has 24 hours, and this is invariable. Waking hours, more or less two-third of them, are also quantitively fixed. With my bed hours, set at seven hours regularly from 12:00 midnight to 7:00 in the morning, my waking hours are regularly 17 hours, also a fixed length of time. But, experientially, the same 17 hours vary day to day. Some days are short; others are longer. We are, of course, all familiar with this phenomenon. The day is short when we retire at the of the day with the work planned for the day left unfinished. On the contrary, as it is likely with most of us, when we are done with the day’s work long before bedtime, the day is felt longer. When we don’t have much to do through the day, the day is even longer. So, during these weeks of pandemic quarantine, with free time aplenty day to day, I am accomplishing a lot less. I should certainly be writing more; but I am writing less. My journal entires are skimpy, even left blank some days, so aggravatingly on reflection, when they could be and should be fuller. It is a truism, certainly, that we generally accomplish more when we have too much to do and have to work and try to finish under pressure whatever we planned to do. A deadline, given or self-imposed, is an incentive we can not do without. Without a deadline, I spent days to finish this little piece of writing. </span></div>
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Whirlwind33 http://www.blogger.com/profile/12972338346264399566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059250870896844677.post-4393239367669014182020-05-24T10:47:00.001-07:002020-05-24T11:04:03.220-07:00単調<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: "Hiragino Sans"; font-size: 11px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
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Whirlwind33 http://www.blogger.com/profile/12972338346264399566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059250870896844677.post-7792179851341473722020-05-04T07:11:00.000-07:002020-05-04T07:45:28.796-07:00Marion Faber <div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: Times; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;">Marion Faber’s intelligence does not shine. In her modest demeanor, it glows. And, unintentionally, almost despite herself, it scintillates on occasion but only gently. </span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">I first met Marion when I interviewed her; she applied for a position at Swarthmore College in German language and literature, and I was one of the interviewers outside her specialty. In an instant I saw that glow and had no hesitation in recommending her, and she joined us. I also learned that we shared a parallel career course from UC Berkley to Harvard to Swarthmore, and, quickly, we became fast friends, discovering bit by bit our vast and varied areas of common interest in languages, music, art, and literature. After my retirement from Swarthmore in 2001, I moved to NYC, and our distance widened but, her periodic visit of the city and my occasional trip to Swarthmore resulted in greater intimacy. We came to know each other well enough that it was often unnecessary to say a lot as we understood each other without many words. </span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">In our interaction, if I bring up a subject she always had something to say about it and then querying words, and our discussion develops and then expands from one topic to another, and we have a wonderful time, a trite expression here but for which I have no better words. </span></div>
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Whirlwind33 http://www.blogger.com/profile/12972338346264399566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059250870896844677.post-23314325897815631232020-05-03T11:41:00.001-07:002020-05-04T08:07:38.806-07:00Clean Plate 食べ残さず<div class="post-body entry-content float-container" id="post-body-7055360974325299390" style="color: #757575; font-stretch: normal; line-height: 1.6em; margin: 1.5em 0px 2em;">
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Whirlwind33 http://www.blogger.com/profile/12972338346264399566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059250870896844677.post-50485322540669599782020-02-04T19:40:00.001-08:002020-04-29T08:47:33.808-07:00Hallucinations<blockquote style="font-family: uictfonttextstylebody;" type="cite">
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<span class="s2">Kaori Kitao </span><span class="s3">🐂</span><span class="s2"> 01/06/20</span></div>
Whirlwind33 http://www.blogger.com/profile/12972338346264399566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059250870896844677.post-40107117962749590402019-12-18T20:50:00.000-08:002019-12-18T20:54:23.669-08:00WaitingPeople waiting for a bus anxiously try to know when the next bus is arriving. They look up repeatedly at the lighted marker or google the bus checker on their iPhone. Some step out on the road to look for a distant sight of an oncoming bus. If the notice reports that the next bus arrives in seven minutes and it does not, they get irritated. The fact is that one comes when it comes. If the wait is seven minutes, one only comes in seven minutes, supposedly, no sooner, no later. This is the essential nature of anxiety. All anxieties are superfluous. A watched kettle never boils, we say; but it always does eventually. It boils over dry, if we don't watch it; the bus we were waiting for came and and it went without me.<br />
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<br />Whirlwind33 http://www.blogger.com/profile/12972338346264399566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059250870896844677.post-6704326204314071722019-12-11T12:33:00.002-08:002019-12-18T20:52:56.851-08:00Insecure<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Secure means stable as well as safe. Approaching 87, I am finding my balance weakening. I am getting unstable and prone to fall, a bit unsafe, ot secure as I used to be. </span><br />
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">We can learn from others by imitating admirable behavior and avoiding despicable actions. A Japanese saying puts it concisely: Correct your manners by watching those of others. </span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">There is a similar saying of Biblical and Mosaic origin, known as the Golden Rule: Do unto others as you would have them do unto you (Matthew 7:12, Luke 6:31). I find this saying puzzling; what I like being done to me may be displeasing or even repulsive to someone else. This saying, in short, is decisively prescriptive. </span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">The Golden Rule, also so known, in Confucius’s Analects, while similar, is passive; it states prohibitively: What you do not wish for yourself, do not do to others. Do and Don’t mark the distinction. Interestingly, Rabbinic Judaism in the words of Rabbi Hillel, matches Confucius: Do not do to others what you would not have done to you (Tobit 4:16). </span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">All this had been debated at length through the centuries from Kant to George Bernard Shaw and beyond. The Japanese saying, significantly, is peculiarly Japanese; it is directive but passively and reflectively. </span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">All this reflection came about as I remembered how Mother habitually said these words: Correct your manners by watching those of others. In my rebellious youth, I may have ignored them, but so long as I remember I had them deeply incised in my heart and as I matured I accepted them seriously. Reflecting in old age, I could say proudly that through my life I followed them as best as I could, except, being a contrarian by nature, I often rejected what was considered proper among those I observed and chose my way away from it or against it. </span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">人の美点、弱点を観察して、他人から学ぶもの多くあります。この観念を簡潔に表現した日本の格言に「人のふり見て我が振り直せ」というのがあります。</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">これと似た様な表現が英語にもありますね。キリスト教、更に遡ってモーセの掟で、『自分にして欲しいことは、相手にもせよ」(マテオ</span><span style="font-family: "times"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"> 7</span><span style="font-kerning: none;">章</span><span style="font-family: "times"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">12</span><span style="font-kerning: none;">節、ルカ</span><span style="font-family: "times"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;"> 6</span><span style="font-kerning: none;">章</span><span style="font-family: "times"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">31</span><span style="font-kerning: none;">節)。でも、奇妙なのは、自分に気に入ったことが相手には不快なだったり、嫌だったりすることもあるでしょう。つまり、この表現は決定的に行動を規定するものです。</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">この黄金律といわれるもの、孔子の「論語」にも出てきますけど、逆に禁制を表してます。「己の欲せざるところ、他に施すことなかれ」。つまり、「しろ」と「するな」の違いです。面白いことに、ラビ・ユダヤ教</span><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(9, 47, 157); color: #092f9d;">(<a href="https://ja.wikipedia.org/wiki/%E3%83%80%E3%83%93%E3%83%87"><span style="font-kerning: none;">ダビデ</span></a></span><span style="font-kerning: none;">の末裔を称した<a href="https://ja.wikipedia.org/wiki/%E3%83%95%E3%82%A1%E3%83%AA%E3%82%B5%E3%82%A4%E6%B4%BE"><span style="color: #0a006d; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">ファリサイ派</span></a>の<a href="https://ja.wikipedia.org/wiki/%E3%83%A9%E3%83%93"><span style="color: #092f9d; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">ラビ</span></a>、<a href="https://ja.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=%E3%83%92%E3%83%AB%E3%83%AC%E3%83%AB&action=edit&redlink=1"><span style="color: #934446; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">ヒルレル</span></a>の言葉)には、「自分が嫌なことは、ほかのだれにもしてはならない」とあります(『<a href="https://ja.wikipedia.org/wiki/%E3%83%88%E3%83%93%E3%83%88%E8%A8%98"><span style="color: #092f9d; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">トビト記</span></a>』</span><span style="font-family: "times"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">4</span><span style="font-kerning: none;">章</span><span style="font-family: "times"; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">15</span><span style="font-kerning: none;">節)。</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">これは、この数世紀、カントからジョージ・バーナード・ショウ、その以降に至るまでいろいろ議論されてきたことですけど、日本の格言は、指示はするけど受動的及び思考的で、その点目立って日本的です。</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">こういう事を考え始めた動機は、「人のふり見て我がふり直せ」とは母が口癖の様にした言葉でしたのを思い出した事で、これは記憶にある限り胸に刻み込まれてます。反抗期の頃には無視したかもしれませんけど、成人するに従って熟考すようになり、老年になって、一生忘れずにできる限り実行してきたと自慢して言えると思っています。ただし、生まれつき天邪鬼の私のこと、一般に賞賛される物事、行為をしりぞけ、しばしば意識して、そのれから外れた道或いは反対の方向を選んだものでした。</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">When I watch a dance performance, I follow the dancer’s movement by twitching my muscles to mimick the dancer but without moving my limbs so as not to disturb my fellow viewers. In other words, I watch not just with my eyes but with my whole body. </span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Similarly, when I attend a live music performance, I also work my muscles and thus listen to the music with my whole body, not just with my ears, as the performing musicians obviously do, too; I follow them in their bodily movements as I do when I watch dancers. </span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">It is not uncommon today among those who claim to love music to listen to the recorded or broadcast music while being engaged in a task of one sort of another — writing, reading, painting, cooking, doing whatever chores being done. I do, too, sometimes when I have the radio on and music happens to be playing. But when I put on a CD, I have to sit and follow the music with full attention, for only then I can say that the music was listened to, not just heard. It should not be surprisingly, then, that I consider attending a live performance with its visual componens the only valid way of listening to music; recorded music is a partial realization, as a photographic reproduction of a painting is to the painting itself. Once we learn to listen to music fully with our whole body, it becomes hard to just let it be heard aurally. It always amazes me at concerts that the audience almost invariably sit tight with their head fixed straight as though in a church. I cannot help moving my head slightly to focus on the changing sources of the sound, strings here, winds here, and percussion over there, and discreetly move my right hand with the bowing hand of string players as I once played violin as a child and cello later. As I listen, I become partially a participant in the performance. Participatory listening is more natural to jazz than to classic music; and yet, even at jazz clubs, I notice in amazement that the audience for the most part sit perfectly still. Yes, there are some who get up and dance in total participation. </span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">It is well to remember that until the rise of radio broadcasting at the end of the 19th century, music was exclusively live. It could be heard in a concert hall or in private homes, customarily chamber music literally. Live broadcast, incidentally, a curious contradiction in terms; isn’t it more accurate to say simultaneous broadcast?</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">I think we can say the same thing to some extent with talks, lectures, and discussions; when we listen, totally absorbed in what is being said, as we watch the speaker and her/his gesticulations, we also respond with our whole body and the substance of the talk registers more firmly in our mind. This argues strongly for the value of live classroom learning. </span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">This argues strongly for the value of live classroom learning. From the teaching side of the fence, I argue that professors who read from their notes fail to understand the significance of the bodily communication with the students by which the importance of bodily listening can only be taught and understood.</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Time spent with a friend is always a bliss, and one could perhaps say, conversely, that when time spent with someone was onerous, that person was not a friend, but only an acquaintance. This is certainly a trite statement, a truism insofar as the definition of the word friendship is affection, implying mutual trust and support. Still, in old age, when loneliness tends to prevail, friendship assuredly delivers a sense of fulfillment — happiness. </span></div>
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Whirlwind33 http://www.blogger.com/profile/12972338346264399566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059250870896844677.post-27998985005194635132019-08-24T14:02:00.000-07:002019-08-26T20:46:34.659-07:00In the arms, on the back だっこ、おんぶ<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: "Hiragino Mincho ProN"; font-size: 14px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">小さな子供が、母親の手を握って、楽しそうにスキップしながら付いていくのをみるとると、あたし自身の子供の頃を思い出し心が温まります。お手つなぎは、手のひらを合わせるものという考えが念頭にあって、手首を握られると嫌がって振り放したものでした。そして、疲れてきて「だっこ」や「おんぶ」してもらったりした時の暖かい安楽感は忘れがたいものです。叔父の「肩乗り」は少し不安でしたけど, 高さの見晴らしがよく、初めて乗馬した時にその記憶が脳裏に浮かびました。</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">When I see a little girl with her hand in her mother’s hand go skipping along joyfully, my heart warms up watching her as I remember my own childhood. I believed that holding Mother’s hand meant clasping the palms together; so, I disliked having my wrist grasped and would shake my hand off. When I got tired of walking and skipping, I would be carried in Mother’s arms (dakko in Japanese) or on her back (onbu) comfortably, and that warm sense of security is unforgettable. Riding on the shoulders of my uncle was a bit scary but the view from the high point was wonderful, and I recalled the sensation when I got on horseback for the first time. </span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">In this capitalist democracy, the poor is granted a full right and the rich deems to claim an equal right proportionate to the size of its wealth. Oh, what a farce. </span></div>
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Whirlwind33 http://www.blogger.com/profile/12972338346264399566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059250870896844677.post-50370226928518352842019-04-07T14:43:00.000-07:002019-04-07T14:49:53.190-07:00Growing Older<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: Times; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;">As a child, we yearn to grow up, delighting in earning one year, year by year, counting our age on our fingers when our birthday comes around. Growing older was exciting. Many of us in our 20s experience trepidation as we approach 30. Getting older becomes anathema as we get older. Curious, isn’t it, that in old age, aging becomes innocuous, maybe even welcome. This is my experience, anyway. Reaching 80, I started to find delight, again, earning one full year, year by year. It is a delight in reflection rather than in anticipation, this satisfaction, looking back, of having spent a year in health and contentment, a sense of accomplishment even without any accomplishment to boast of. At 86, I look forward to my 87th birthday. It’s great.</span><br />
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">All these ten years, I went out every day and night, feeling that I <i>had to</i> <i>see</i> everything the city had to offer — arts, performances, and places; but that is impossible in this city of overflowing cultural places and events. Before that, for eight years, splitting time between Swarthmore, PA, and New York City, I could see only what I could. Having full time in the city whetted my voracious appetite limitlessly. I wouldn’t say I now feel saturated. But I am ready to start feeling that I <i>don’t have to</i> <i>see</i> everything, not even everything I want to see. I am beginning to feel content seeing what I could, as before, but not by being constrained by available time or energy, but, for now, by exercising willful selectivity. At 86 I am finally a little bit wiser. </span><br />
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Whirlwind33 http://www.blogger.com/profile/12972338346264399566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059250870896844677.post-91253947159595861262019-04-07T14:39:00.000-07:002019-04-07T14:49:30.887-07:002018: Year of Effort <div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: Times; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;">
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">This was the year of continuous effort. It was the year of slow but steady recovery from the elbow injury suffered in a fall in November last year and the ensuing surgery. I regained nearly full use of the right arm a full year later, as promised by the surgeon. But the recovery process involved weakening of the body, owing to the weeks of reduced physical activity; and my stamina declined and the balance on my feet also got less firm. Through the year I felt that I aged three years in this one year. Simple tasks I had been taking for granted became difficult, like reaching up to the higher shelf and stooping to pick up something on the floor, standing too long chopping and stirring when cooking, even getting down and up from the chair. I dutifully continued the PT exercises, and the progress, though slow, was steady month by month. By August, when I walked out on the street, I was able to take broad steps and move more briskly than indolently, allegro assai, no andante. </span></div>
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Whirlwind33 http://www.blogger.com/profile/12972338346264399566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059250870896844677.post-48012851415569086592019-03-28T13:00:00.001-07:002019-12-13T16:23:06.339-08:00Caravaggio, Caravaggesque<div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: Times; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;">
<span style="font-kerning: none;">A painting depicting J<i>udith Beheading </i>Holofernes, found in an attic in France in 2014, surfaced in auction</span><span style="font-kerning: none;"> recently as a long lost Caravaggio, so attributed by experts (<i>ArtNet News</i>, 28 February). </span><br />
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<span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;">One should not judge without seeing the original.</span><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"> </span><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;">But my immediate instinct, on the basis of the reproduction, is that it is No Caravaggio. I don't know why the so-called experts look at the brushwork and details with close attention, and they are not to be disregarded, but not at a large </span>picture, so to speak. I find the composition and the chiaroscuro in this painting unconvincing. </div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">The difference becomes immediately clear when we compare this painting with Caravaggio’s own, 1598-99, now in the Galleria Nazionale d’Arte Antica in Rome. </span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;">In the recently attributed painting, Judith’s hands are hard to see; in Caravaggio’s own, her bare arms are centrally placed with her right hand gripping the sword and the sword inserted deep into Holofernes’s neck. </span><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;">The viewer's eye is thus immediately drawn to and held in Judith's action.</span><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"> </span><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;">Her expression is calm and determined.</span><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"> </span><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;">In the attributed work,</span><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"> </span><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;">the servant breaks the relationship between her mistress and the </span><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;">victim, so powerfully depicted in the work of the master. </span><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"> </span><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;">Then, Caravaggio’s reputed dramatic chiaroscuro, of which definition Caravaggio changed in practice from a mere light-and-shade, that is, </span><i style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;">chiaro</i><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"> + </span><i style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;">oscuro</i><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;">, to theatrical illumination, makes Judith the unmistakable protagonist.</span><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"> </span><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;">It is noteworthy, too, that Judith, clad in white here, is robed in black in the less competent composition.</span><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"> </span><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;">The dramatic chiaroscuro becomes prevalent in Caravaggio’s work after 1600 regardless of the subject matter.</span><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"> </span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">While a good artist can occasionally produce less competent work, these two points, the composition and chiaroscuro, disqualify the recent discovery to be considered Caravaggio’s own. </span><br />
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We may further observe that Artemisia Gentilleschi who also painted <i>Judith Beheading Holofernes </i>in 1620 (The Uffizi), fully understood Caravaggio’s chiaroscuro, though she resorted to a different compositional strategy by having the servant helping her mistress by holding down the victim and thus clustering the three figures into a single powerful dramatic action. </div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">As we get older, we get forgetful. This is familiar to us all, old or young, firsthand or secondhand. It becomes harder and harder to remember names and words, often embarrassingly, in the middle of a conversation. It is also well known that matters of immediate past are more easily and quickly forgotten whereas matters from our remote past remain intact and often vivid. Of late, approaching 86, I am experiencing forgetfulness on still another level. </span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">I forget what I had forgotten. It is not failing to remember what it was that I had forgotten; it is obvious that what had been forgotten could not be remembered because it had been forgotten. It is failing to remember, not what it was that had been forgotten, but the fact that I had tried to remember something but could not. For example, I stop washing the dishes, dry my hands and walk to the computer to look up something, knowing that I would not remember if I had waited until I finished the dishes, but, reading the computer, I don’t remember what it was I was going to look up. Later, settling down at the computer, I have no memory of the earlier effort to look up something, not even its urgency. </span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">When I think of looking up something, which happened possibly by chance what I had tried earlier to look up, I should remember that it was what I had earlier tried to remember to look up but had forgotten, but I don’t. I had totally forgotten that I had already forgotten before. This is forgetting the forgotten. It should annoy me; but, curiously, or rather obviously, it doesn’t. Forgetfulness is a bliss. I have a glimpse that dementia, in every point of progress, may well be liberating. </span></div>
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Whirlwind33 http://www.blogger.com/profile/12972338346264399566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059250870896844677.post-83226708460911491492018-11-28T19:38:00.001-08:002018-11-30T08:33:22.643-08:00Funny<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><i>Funny </i></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-size: 14px;">is a funny word </span></span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-size: 14px;">because there is nothing funny the way the word is used here.</span><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-size: 14px;"> </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times"; font-size: 15px;">Jacopo Pontormo’s </span><i style="font-family: times; font-size: 15px;">Visitation or Miraculous Encounters (1517) </i><span style="font-family: "times"; font-size: 15px;">from the Church of San Michele e San Francesco in Carmignano near Florence, recently cleaned and restored and brought to The Morgan Library and Museum, is a rare masterpiece, most significantly in the artist’s completely new treatment of the subject matter. </span><span style="font-kerning: none;"></span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">The Visitation, recounted in Luke 1, 39-56, concerns Mary’s visit of her cousin Elizabeth who was six months pregnant (with John the Baptist) shortly after the Angel’s Annunciation of the Virgin’s Immaculate Conception. Traditionally, before </span>Pontormo, the subject was pictorially rendered as a narrative, as we see, for example, in the Visitation by Giotto in the Arena Chapel (1303-06) and something like the one by Marx Reighlich (1485).<br />
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Pontormo, instead, focused on the psychology of the protagonist, Mary. The setting is abstract and the group is arranged in stop action. The two attendants, presumably one for Mary and the other for Elizabeth, instead of standing behind their respective mistress in proper obeisance, stand guard upstage, looking straight out of the picture but unfocused, rather like two prison guards, between which Mary’s face, itself shaded in contrast to the better lit three other faces, is uncomfortably hemmed in, illustrative of her anxiety in her plight of unexpected pregnancy. Her unease is further demonstrated in the drapery over her shoulder in notable disarray, and one of her feet almost catches the hem as though she might trip and loose her balance. The four figures are placed in a tight rectangle and efficiently dissuades the viewer’s narrative reading. </span><br />
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Whirlwind33 http://www.blogger.com/profile/12972338346264399566noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059250870896844677.post-9949600868725046492018-11-15T20:54:00.003-08:002019-04-07T09:16:41.704-07:00Gingko<br />
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">A fortune cookie “fortune” I had recently said this: Optimists believe we live in the best of worlds and pessimists fear this is true.</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Curious where the statement came from, I searched and found that it was ripped off from the writing of an American writer James Branch Cabell who has a line in his play <i>The Silver Stallion: A Comedy of Redemption</i> (1926)<i>,</i> which reads: The optimist proclaims that we live in the best of all possible worlds, and the pessimist fears this is true.” </span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Kitao, which in Japanese consists of two characters, Kita and O, signifying North and Tail, respectively, suggests that I sit with my tail pointing north and, therefore, facing south, looking up at the bright sky and basking in the sunlight. I was happy to discover that I am living up to my name. </span></div>
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Whirlwind33 http://www.blogger.com/profile/12972338346264399566noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6059250870896844677.post-84276108599957506672018-09-20T21:34:00.000-07:002018-09-21T12:34:25.171-07:00The Emperor: Power of Fiction <div style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: Times; font-size: 24px; line-height: normal;">
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<span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: black;"><i>The Emperor </i>presented by TFANA at Polonsky Shakespeare Center in Brooklyn, is a play that narrates the downfall of the Ethiopian emperor Haile Selassie in 1975, the tale written by the Polish journalist Ryszard Kapuscinski </span><span style="font-kerning: none;">a few years later in the form of fictionalized testimonies of the surviving imperial servants and officials and adapted by Colin Teevan. Its special attraction is phenomenal Kathryn Hunter, who, accompanied by an Ethiopian musician, single-handedly performs in rapid succession all of the twelve courtiers who reminisce on the emperor. This is spectacular and it alone makes the play worth seeing. </span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">But its real wonder is the play itself -- that it is a fiction rather than a reportage. It concerns the contemporary political event but neither reports it nor describes it. Kapuscinski, who as an active journalist who covered Africa for decades was frustrated by the restriction imposed by Selassie’s court and found a way out of the difficulty by resorting to fiction and thereby came closer to evoking expressively the truth of the matter, because by elevating the account away from the reality of the event, he succeeded in reaching deeper into its more universal significance about power and its eventual dissolution. A satire or a metaphor would not have achieved this as they would still be linked directly to the actual event; only the art of fiction did it as we know in the Greek tragedies of Aeschylus, Sophocles, and Euripides, and in the works of Shakespeare, Racine, and even Shaw and Pirandello. </span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">My experience of two recent political plays confirmed me of my belief in the power of fiction. One is <i>The Peculiar Patriot,</i> at the National Black Theatre, by Liza Jessie Peterson, which addressed the imminent issue of mass incarceration and featured the playwright herself alone as the protagonist. </span><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(18, 18, 18); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: "times";">Paradoxically, it was a fiction presented as a documentary. There was no question the show was moving; but it was a drama akin to that of fiery sermons, persuasive lectures, and passionate speeches, a straightforward narration rather than a strong theater.</span><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(18, 18, 18); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: "times";"> </span><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(18, 18, 18); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: "times";"> </span><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(18, 18, 18); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: "times";">In contrast to a powerful storytelling, a well-agued debate, with two or more minds pitting against one another, develops interactions between characters and engages us as a theater.</span><br />
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">The PlayCo’s <i>Intractable Woman: A Theatrical Memo on Anna Politkovskaya</i>, by Stefano Massimi, is an admirable account of the Second Chechen Wars, 1999 - 2006 in Checnya, which the indomitable journalist Politkovaskaya covered until her death by murder in 2006. The event was passionately and persuasively told by three female performers playing several characters; but in the end it was a great storytelling, inevitably lacking in complex web of relationships among them, as <i>The Emperor </i>was able to achieve. </span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">A play that reports a contemporary event, without elevating it to the level of fiction, I believe, will not endure beyond the memory of the audience who lived through its time, whereas a play on political and social issues presented as fiction has the power to remain relevant beyond the time of the event. It endures. </span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Truth can be stranger than fiction, as we all know. By the same token, fiction can be more credible than truth. Recently, in a magazine article describing me, it was reported that some women using the women’s room on campus where I taught decades ago, said that they wished I “would leave the toilet seat down.” This is truly curious. All my life, at home or anywhere else, I never lifted the toilet seat up, except when I was cleaning it. It’s just that’s how I always was. In the context of the article that dealt with my so-called “transitioning,” it nonetheless made a good story, most credible. The thought prompted me, then, to realize how easily some politicians succeed in getting elected to whatever position by cleverly deploying the art of credible fiction. </span></div>
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