Showing posts with label All Grown Up. Show all posts
Showing posts with label All Grown Up. Show all posts

Thursday, August 29, 2013

ALL GROWN UP (JANE IS 16)







"Here begins the book on Famous Women
Written by Giovanni Boccaccio of Certaldo
and Dedicated to Andrea Acciaciuoli of Florence
Countess of Altavilla

Long ago there were a few ancient authors who composed biographies of famous men in the form of compendia, and in our day that renowned man and great poet, my teacher Petrarch, is writing a similar work that will be even fuller and more carefully done.  This is fitting.  For those who gave all their zeal, their fortunes, and (when the occasion required it), their blood and their lives in order to surpass other men in illustrious deeds have certainly earned the right to have their names remembered forever by posterity.  What surprises me is how little attention women have attracted from writers of this genre, and the absence of any work devoted to their memory, even though lengthier histories show clearly that some women have performed acts requiring vigor and courage."

Jane – on your 16th birthday, blessed day – I would like to begin recording your story and try to recount your acts which required vigor, courage and nobility. 

Your summer feats this year have filled your mother and me with more admiration than we can easily say in words, gestures or pictures. 

So much of history can probably be summarized in the words “if they only knew.”  (So many things get lost.)

Well, we know.




Upper:  Penthesilia, Queen of the Amazons.

Lower:  Isis, goddess, arrives in Egypt. 


Miniatures illustrating Boccaccio's Famous Women (1374), painted in Cognac, France, 15th-16th centuries,  Bibliothêque Nationale, Paris. 


Text:  Giovanni Boccaccio, Famous Women (“Preface”), edited and translated by Virginia Brown, Cambridge, Harvard University Press (Il Tatti Renaissance Library), 2001.

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

ALMOST GROWN






Yeah 'n' I'm doin' all right in school.

They ain't said I broke no rule.

I ain't never been in Dutch.

I don't browse around too much.

Don't bother me, leave me alone.

Anyway I'm almost grown.







First:  Isamu Noguchi, Kouros, 1945-6, Marble, Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York City.

Second: Statue of a Kouros (The Agrigento Youth), Greek, about 480 B.C., Museo Archeologico Regionale, Agrigento, Sicily.

Friday, July 29, 2011

To Know Him Is To Love Him










To know, know, know him
Is to love, love, love him
Just to see him smile 
Makes my life worthwhile
To know, know, know him 
Is to love, love, love him
And I do




Audio Link: Mick Farren:  To Know Him Is To Love Him (wr. Phil Spector), From Bionic Gold (Big Sound Records, 1978)


NOTE:

I was so pleased finally to locate a copy of Mick Farren's punk version of Phil Spector's/The Teddy Bears' tune To Know Him Is To Love Him the other day on Youtube.  I hadn't heard it since I misplaced my copy of Bionic Gold years ago and I'm very grateful to the person who posted it because it suits my ragged, up all night, trying desperately to keep a sense of humor mood.  

For those who don't remember the Bionic Gold lp, it was a collection of highly original takes on Phil Spector material recorded by the various artists and bands on Jon Tiven and Peter Lubin's short-lived Big Sound record label.  I liked the album a lot, especially this song (the noise and chaos of which apparently followed Mick Farren around like night follows day at the time of its recording) and ex-Winkie Philip Rambow's utterly charming version of All Grown Up. I have yet to locate that track, but have carried Rambow's vocal performance around in my head since 1978.   

I hope you enjoy this.  Waking up today (to the extent I slept at all last night) following the extra-terrestrial (in the worst, scariest possible way) sights and sounds of the South Carolina and Texas Tea Party congressmen first adjourning for prayer and then deserting their party leadership and scuttling the debt ceiling vote last night, it's difficult for me to like very much at all.