tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post3384023044676416518..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: Et in Arcadia Ego (Pastoral)Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-88141528107514992022010-05-29T10:43:14.947-07:002010-05-29T10:43:14.947-07:00Steve,
Well, my big blow-out response to your com...Steve,<br /><br />Well, my big blow-out response to your comment climbed Mount Goethe, fell off, landed on its head and -- answering your question in the first attribution, anyway -- became <a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/poetics-of-colour-goetherimbaud.html" rel="nofollow">this</a>.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-84593032146988840532010-05-28T07:14:44.949-07:002010-05-28T07:14:44.949-07:00Tom,
Thanks for this -- "I've been medita...Tom,<br />Thanks for this -- "I've been meditating a good deal of late upon the origin and history of colours, their role as figure and fate in worldly areas like guilds, political parties, etc. <br /><br />Came across some interesting sixteenth century texts on the "language of colours".<br /><br />Fulvo Pellegrino Morato, in Del significato de' colore (Venice, 1535), offers interpretative essays on the various colours, assigning them symbolic values relating to the joys and pains of human behaviour. " <br />You must know of Albers' Interaction of Color, and W's Remarks on Color, and the Goethe book on color (what's it called?). <br /><br />And thanks Curtis too for remembering this: “Finally no one can remember any more what true green looked like”.STEPHEN RATCLIFFEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12339481653546188412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-21099865912613250452010-05-28T04:19:15.530-07:002010-05-28T04:19:15.530-07:00Steve,
Here yesterday was: daytime, heavy rain, w...Steve,<br /><br />Here yesterday was: daytime, heavy rain, with intermittent bursts of hail; night, sharp, wintry cold. <br /><br />Bringing home to one all over again ("...and pastures new") just how impossible, remote and fictive the very concept of the pastoral is. If not always was.<br /><br />It's the Iron Age all over again, sitting like a massive dead toad upon a data chip.<br /><br /><br />Curtis,<br /><br />I've been meditating a good deal of late upon the origin and history of colours, their role as figure and fate in worldly areas like guilds, political parties, etc. <br /><br />Came across some interesting sixteenth century texts on the "language of colours".<br /><br />Fulvo Pellegrino Morato, in Del significato de' colore (Venice, 1535), offers interpretative essays on the various colours, assigning them symbolic values relating to the joys and pains of human behaviour. <br /><br />Each essay is preceded by a sonnet.<br /><br />In the one on green we find that this colour stands for hope, even if (as in the case of those unlucky in love) little is left.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-66599566878345499772010-05-27T19:26:07.090-07:002010-05-27T19:26:07.090-07:00By the way, by my comment I would like to say that...By the way, by my comment I would like to say that I am not "punting". I am not letting this go. Saying "I think this is rich and the questions it raises", etc., isn't "kicking the can down the road" or whatever is the slogan of the day describing the political dilemma of the day. What you’ve written about here IS rich and essential, as evidenced by the subtle (re)title Et In Arcadia Ego (Pastoral). <br /><br />You might have called further attention to the originality of the work by saying “a collaboration with William Shakespeare, William Empson, Nicolas Poussin, Robert Duncanson and David Ball” but that would be unnecessary. The poem/work clearly speaks for itself and the billing niceties can take care of themselves. <br /><br />Please excuse the possibly passionate tone, but I’ve been thinking all day about “Unless more and more art intervenes. But the second temple was not like the first “ and “Finally no one can remember any more what true green looked like”.Curtis Robertsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-59435400242456270732010-05-27T07:37:25.377-07:002010-05-27T07:37:25.377-07:00Speaking of "A spiritual January in a materia...Speaking of "A spiritual January in a material May evaporating into an as yet immaterial June," the heavens have just opened up again, dark grey clouds letting loose a downpour (accompanied by sound of distant thunder). . . .STEPHEN RATCLIFFEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12339481653546188412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-16472917044364931232010-05-27T05:48:41.836-07:002010-05-27T05:48:41.836-07:00“Only a trick of the pastoral.” My tears vs. laugh...“Only a trick of the pastoral.” My tears vs. laughter conundrum finally resolved itself (after filling a page with notes, doing a little research, remembering things perhaps I once knew and learning some new things, e.g., about Robert Duncanson’s life and work) into semi-bitter laughter. Life goes on. I think this is rich and the questions it raises will certainly take me through material June and into (green Arcadian, I hope) summer.Curtis Robertsnoreply@blogger.com