Check this out if you get a moment:
http://www.nytimes.com/slideshow/2008/02/14/arts/0215-POUS_index.html
a MET exhibition of Nicolas Poussin's landscapes inspired by Classical myth--the colors are so beautiful, it is almost painful (for intermediate and advanced, what clause is this?!). My favorite is the "Landscape with Calm" (shown here) all that blue and green blending in each other...
More soon,
EM.
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Result clause!!!
That really is a beautiful painting. Thank you for sharing it. :D
~Rachael
Now, why can't I remember that when I'm in class...
~Rachael
i agree... result clause? bc of the tam...
-Anne
You guys rock! I wish I had you both in the seminar too! It is indeed a result clause. Which reminds me: I heard a pretty impressive "tam" in English the other day. Two girls were in front of me at Subway and they were talking about some guy who was, and I quote "Soooooooooooo cute". I was like, wow, I didn't even know English had short and long vowels; I kept waiting for the result clause but it never came. Perhaps it was too early for them to gauge the results.
Yes, those pastoral neoclassicist landscapes are a piece of heaven...did you ever see the movie "what dreams may come"? It's the story of a man who dies and then he goes to live in his private paradise, which is the inside of his favorite painting...
I don't know why the study of things classic always turns my mind to a meditation of death---but not an unhappy, scared one: quite the contrary. It's like, look: these people lived and died in the same river that runs from antiquity to the 17th century to today: Poussin painted these Theocritian landscapes, through which we now look back into ancient literature. And what is so wrong if one leaves this place and goes to join Theocritus and Poussin---(or even Dante and Vergil?!) Not too shabby in my book!
--EM.
I did see the movie 'what dreams may come' it was such a beautifully depressing movie. It dealt with such a dark subject but was contrasted by the vibrant surrealistic colors in the painting.
Studying Classics in some weird way has calmed my feelings of anxiety about death. I think it is because we read the writings of individuals who have died over 2,000 yrs ago but are still very much alive. It makes me feel like death is not the end. And reading things like the Odyssey or the Aeneid give hope that maybe when we leave this plane of existence we will enter another and actually meet these writers.
When I meet Seneca I am going to say: 'I loved reading your letters to Lucilius, EXCEPT the one about physical excercise!'
I'm just kidding, I probably wouldn't say that... but I would totally be thinking it!
-Anne
Perhaps it was too early for them to gauge the results.
You crack me up, Prof. M! LOL!
I did see the movie "What Dreams May Come." I'm not sure if any movie I've ever seen has ever made me cry harder than that movie did. Really, I was a mess by the end.
Studying Classics in some weird way has calmed my feelings of anxiety about death. I think it is because we read the writings of individuals who have died over 2,000 yrs ago but are still very much alive. It makes me feel like death is not the end. And reading things like the Odyssey or the Aeneid give hope that maybe when we leave this plane of existence we will enter another and actually meet these writers.
I'm totally with you here, Anne.
Now, for some reason, I'm thinking of my favorite Blue Oyster Cult song, "(Don't Fear) The Reaper."
The lyrics for y'all's perusal:
All our times have come
Here but now they're gone
Seasons don't fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain. we can be like they are
Come on baby... don't fear the reaper
Baby take my hand... don't fear the reaper
We'll be able to fly... don't fear the reaper
Baby I'm your man...
Valentine is done
Here but now they're gone
Romeo and Juliet
Are together in eternity... Romeo and Juliet
40,000 men and women everyday... Like Romeo and Juliet
40,000 men and women everyday... Redefine happiness
Another 40,000 coming everyday... We can be like they are
Come on baby... don't fear the reaper
Baby take my hand... don't fear the reaper
We'll be able to fly... don't fear the reaper
Baby I'm your man...
Love of two is one
Here but now they're gone
Came the last night of sadness
And it was clear she couldn't go on
Then the door was open and the wind appeared
The candles blew then disappeared
The curtains flew then he appeared... saying don't be afraid
Come on baby... and she had no fear
And she ran to him... then they started to fly
They looked backward and said goodbye... she had become like they are
She had taken his hand... she had become like they are
Come on baby... don't fear the reaper
Oh, a little Classics-type note about that song...
A lot of people, including some bands that have done a cover of the song, think that the line "Seasons don't fear the Reaper" is actually "Caesars don't fear the Reaper." Interesting...
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