Tuesday, August 18, 2020

mi fanva


Kaldron on Monoskop.

     Pierre Loti i liked very much as i was mopping up the fringe & wake (or "sillage"--the waft of perfume a person leaves behind when they have gone) of Symbolisme. I had not yet encountered the concept of Orientalism but that was definitely a flavor i liked, not only because it was a gateway to various Eastern cultures themselves, but also because of the cultural misunderstandings of the 18th & 19th centuries, fruitful of a certain kind of writing which for me carried the charm of, say, anthropomorphic Disney animal cartoons.

Loti did them all: Japan, Turkey, Morocco, Tahiti... I have [a 30s "privately printed" copy of Ancient Manners (which was not uncommon in our local used book market in those days) &] a wonderful 1912 edition of Carmen Sylva (pic attached), a collection of essays including "Constantinople in 1890" & a couple on Marie of Rumania, who was (according to this) a personal friend. And i am pleased to just now have discovered (via, alas, Wikipedia) that his house was turned into a museum. (More about the house. A Loti collection online.)

The flavor of Loti's writing is, whenever he thinks about exotic women (which is frequently--the other kind, he sentimentalizes quite as much as any Victorian), very similar to the Japanese mood of iroke. From a modern point of view, it's more camp than erotic. I think of Ken Russell's Lair of the White Worm (even more than Salome). --Firbank, of course, is hiding in the arras.


"I have followed the moon from evening twilight to morning twilight; and I have gazed on the secrets of that Medusean face which she averts eternally from the earth." --@KlarkashT

Test pattern.

POSTSCRIPT. Oops! Ancient Manners (AKA "Aphrodite") is a different Pierre (Louÿs)--& mine is apparently the 1928 Whittaker Chambers translation, illustrated by Pogany... Obviously, iroke fits this Pierre better than the sailor (but not entirely, e.g. Madame Chrysanthemum...

Monday, August 17, 2020

why the water towers are not named


(@CrookedCosmos)

"THE ISLANDS (Anagrammed Lines)

The islands there are solemn.
Loneliness dreams the earth.
It's here laden shores lament.
Hear sea, tormented in shells."

--@AnthonyEtherin

Art inspired by Clark Ashton Smith.

things i did, but soon will do no more;
habits well-laid, but habits have their term,
     continue for awhile
     as rockets spent of fuel

the city itself scarce solider than this
persuades with what we knew & still recall
     but all of it is gone
     & all of us are done

fiery pollen


One falls into self-orthodoxies, & years of neglect do the rest.

Rain.

clarity to a point
then after that--blank mist

in which we're pent
clarity to a point

the hand vying to paint
cracks at the brink of almost

clarity to a point
then after that--blank mist