Thursday, February 11, 2010

På nattbordet: Neuburg og Bellmer

Jeg fikk en flott gave av noen inspirerende venner som for tiden bor i Storbritannia: en faksimileutgave av Victor B. Neuburgs The Triumph of Pan. Den fikk meg til å tenke på en annen bokgave jeg fikk for noen år siden: Little Anatomy of the Physical Unconscious: Or, The Anatomy of the Image av Hans Bellmer. Og jeg liker Bellmers tegninger så uendelig mye medre en dukkene hans.


Jeg er usikker på om jeg forstår fullt ut alt som står skrevet i begge disse bøkene. Dog passer de så godt som lektyre på senga, drømmeaktige og sensuelle som de er. Agent Provocateurs postkort er mitt eget lille kommentar til Bellmers tegninger.




Her kommer en liten smaksprøve - med takk til de skyldige.

EPILOGUE (To the Triumph of Pan}

Because the fulfilment of dreams is itself but
a dream,
There is no end save the song, and song is the end ;
And here with a sheaf of songs bareheaded I stand,
And the light is fled from mine eyes, and the sword
from my hand

Is fallen ; the years have left me a fool, and the gleam
Is vanished from life, and the swift years sear me
and rend.

There is no end save the song, and the joy in the singing,
And song alone may relieve the shadowy pain.
I am weary even of song, and the lyre is cold,
And my heart is lead, and the world seems very old.
Dusk falls on the earth, and Apollo no more comes
winging
His way to me now; it may be I shall sing not again.

Yet to the dream I was true, and I followed the light
Till it vanished, and left me in darkness all cold and
forlorn ;
It may be that is the end ; I know not nor care.
If these songs that were wrought in the days of my
springtide are fair,
Perchance they shall seem to you good in the heart of
the night,
When you wait for the light that shall come in the
wake of the morn.

2 comments:

Snirkelsnorkel said...

Behold the five footprints of a camel in the desert!

Lady Mju said...

Lo and behold!