Saturday, 31 October 2015

Camille Saint-Saëns: Danse Macabre (1874)



The artistic genre of the dance of death was most probably developed in France. The dance of death of the Cimetière des Innocents in Paris, painted in 1424, is considered the starting point of this tradition. During the second half of the 15th century, the dance of death enjoyed an always growing popularity.


The dances of death were mostly painted (or more rarely carved) on the outside walls of cloisters, of family vaults, of ossuaries or inside some churches. These frescoes represent an emaciated corpse or a skeleton coupled with a representative of a certain social class. The number of characters and the composition of the dance vary. The dance of death often takes the form of a farandole, an open chain community dance a bit like a grotesque conga. Below or above the picture are painted verses by which death adresses its victim. He often talks in a threatening and accusing tone, sometimes also cynic and sarcastic. Then comes the argument of the Man, full of remorse and despair, crying for mercy. But death leads everyone into the dance: from the whole clerical hierarchy (pope, cardinals, bishops, abbots, canons, priests), to every single representative of the laic world (emperors, kings, dukes, counts, knights, doctors, merchants, usurers, robbers, peasants, and even innocent children). Death does not care for the social position, nor for the richness, sex, or age of the people it leads into its dance. It is often represented with a musical instrument. This characteristic has a symbolic significance and appears already at the beginning of the dance of death. The instrument evokes the tempting, a little diabolic enchanting power of music. Think of the sirens' song, of the flute player of Hameln, etc. Like them, death charms mankind with its music.

Danse Macabre, Op. 40, is a tone poem for orchestra, written in 1874 by the French composer Camille Saint-Saëns. It started out in 1872 as an art song for voice and piano with a French text by the poet Henri Cazalis, which is based on an old French superstition.

Zig, zig, zig, Death in cadence,
Striking with his heel a tomb,
Death at midnight plays a dance-tune,
Zig, zig, zig, on his violin.
The winter wind blows and the night is dark;
Moans are heard in the linden-trees.
Through the gloom, white skeletons pass,
Running and leaping in their shrouds.
Zig, zig, zig, each one is frisking.
The bones of the dancers are heard to crack-
But hist! of a sudden they quit the round,
They push forward, they fly; the cock has crowed.


Camille Saint-Saëns

In 1874, the composer expanded and reworked the piece into a tone poem, replacing the vocal line with a solo violin. According to legend, "Death" appears at midnight every year on Halloween. Death calls forth the dead from their graves to dance for him while he plays his fiddle (here represented by a solo violin). His skeletons dance for him until the rooster crows at dawn, when they must return to their graves until the next year. The piece opens with a harp playing a single note, D, twelve times (the twelve strokes of midnight) which is accompanied by soft chords from the string section. The solo violin enters playing the tritone consisting of an A and an E-flat—in an example of scordatura tuning, the violinist's E string has actually been tuned down to an E-flat to create the dissonant tritone. The first theme is heard on a solo flute, followed by the second theme, a descending scale on the solo violin which is accompanied by soft chords from the string section. The first and second themes, or fragments of them, are then heard throughout the various sections of the orchestra.


The piece becomes more energetic and at its midpoint, right after a contrapuntal section based on the second theme, there is a direct quote played by the woodwinds of the Dies Irae, a Gregorian chant from the Requiem that is melodically related to the work's second theme. The Dies Irae is presented unusually in a major key. After this section the piece returns to the first and second themes and climaxes with the full orchestra playing very strong dynamics. Then there is an abrupt break in the texture and the coda represents the dawn breaking (a cockerel's crow, played by the oboe) and the skeletons returning to their graves. The piece makes particular use of the xylophone to imitate the sounds of rattling bones. Saint-Saëns uses a similar motif in the Fossils movement of The Carnival of the Animals. Personally, I don't like the breaking dawn motif. I think its cheesy & the whole piece would be much better finishing off in a disorganised orgy of sound & revelry. I'm sure it must have crossed Saint-Saëns's mind to do that but perhaps he thought the work needed sanitising for the benefit of his morally indignant audience.

When Danse Macabre was first performed it was naturally not well received. The piece caused widespread consternation: the commentator Roger Nichols mentions adverse reaction to "the deformed Dies irae plainsong", the "horrible screeching from solo violin", the use of a xylophone and "the hypnotic repetitions", in which Nichols hears a pre-echo of Ravel's Boléro. Perfect! Let the puritans weep. I don't know which version is being used in the vid above set to various Tim Burton film scenes, or who played it, but I thought it was pretty good & fitted in with the Halloween theme.


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Tuesday, 20 October 2015

PattyCakes

 

Being unable to effectively digest gluten or dairy proteins, I have had a right old time developing interesting recipes that don’t drive me to boredom. In particular, texture of replacement gluten foods is an important thing to capture, and the long term nature of having to omit otherwise tasty and nutritious yummies for life is quite a cross to bear I can tell you. Karl Marx said “Necessity is the Mother of Invention” and I suppose he must be right because I eventually hit on this scrumptious method of getting healthy veggies with some texture, which can be altered to prevent boredom. You could vary this recipe by adding in a tin of Red Kidney beans lightly mashed (to make bean burgers), or nut butters and/ or ground mixed nuts (to make nut burgers). Another variation would be to fry off some seeds such as cumin, fennel, coriader or mustard seeds, or add roasted pumpkin, sesame seeds or flax to the PattyCakes at the mixing stage. This recipe makes 8 or so PattyCakes, which I can make up in advance and last a good few days. The whole thing takes about 30 minutes to prep, and then 30 mins in the oven.

 

Mixed vegetables of any suitable kind, examples: Broccoli, Carrot, Cauliflower, Sweetcorn, Peas, Spinach, Green Beans, etc. These can comprise frozen, tinned, or reg’lr veg.

Chop the veg finely and steam them for circa 20-30 mins depending on how much you want them to mush or remain al dente. Better to chop them first because chopping recently steamed veg is HOT HOT HOT.

125g Mashed Potato Flakes
400ml Boiled Water
Large knob of Butter

Once the vegetables are being steamed, prepare the mashed potato & give it a chance to cool down.
¾ tsp salt
1/3 tsp Turmeric
1 heaped tsp Coriander powder
1 heaped tsp Garam Masala
1 tsp Paprika
¼ tsp Ground black pepper

Mix the herbs & add in to the mashed potato.

Other herbs could be added, e.g. oregano, Herbes de Provence, garlic or onion powder.
1 small red onion, finely chopped
2 heaped Tbsp Besan (Chickpea Flour)

Once the veggies are steamed, add them in to the mashed potato and mix like fury. Add in the ingredients opposite. If you don’t have Besan, you could try Lentil Flour, Brown Rice Flour, or any type of wheat flour if you are ok with gluten foods. If the mixture doesn't bind, add an egg. 

Cook at 200OC for 30 minutes
Serves 8
As the PattyCakes have been pretty much cooked & mixed, it only remains to oven bake them until they achieve a nice crusty exterior.


 

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Bäume. Betrachtungen und Gedichte (Hermann Hesse)


“For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfil themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves. Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree. When a tree is cut down and reveals its naked death-wound to the sun, one can read its whole history in the luminous, inscribed disk of its trunk: in the rings of its years, its scars, all the struggle, all the suffering, all the sickness, all the happiness and prosperity stand truly written, the narrow years and the luxurious years, the attacks withstood, the storms endured. And every young farmboy knows that the hardest and noblest wood has the narrowest rings, that high on the mountains and in continuing danger the most indestructible, the strongest, the ideal trees grow.


Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.


A tree says: A kernel is hidden in me, a spark, a thought, I am life from eternal life. The attempt and the risk that the eternal mother took with me is unique, unique the form and veins of my skin, unique the smallest play of leaves in my branches and the smallest scar on my bark. I was made to form and reveal the eternal in my smallest special detail.


A tree says: My strength is trust. I know nothing about my fathers, I know nothing about the thousand children that every year spring out of me. I live out the secret of my seed to the very end, and I care for nothing else. I trust that God is in me. I trust that my labor is holy. Out of this trust I live.


When we are stricken and cannot bear our lives any longer, then a tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me! Life is not easy, life is not difficult. Those are childish thoughts. Let God speak within you, and your thoughts will grow silent. You are anxious because your path leads away from mother and home. But every step and every day lead you back again to the mother. Home is neither here nor there. Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.


A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so much a matter of escaping from one's suffering, though it may seem to be so. It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life. It leads home. Every path leads homeward, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is mother.


So the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts: Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.”

Text from: Hermann Hesse, Bäume. Betrachtungen und Gedichte (Trees: Reflections and Poems) Posthumously published in 1984


Beth Moon, a photographer based in San Francisco, has been searching for the world’s oldest trees for the past 14 years. She has traveled all around the globe to capture the most magnificent trees that grow in remote locations and look as old as the world itself. Sixty of Beth Moon’s duotone photos were recently published in a book titled “Ancient Trees: Portraits Of Time”. 


“Standing as the earth’s largest and oldest living monuments, I believe these symbolic trees will take on a greater significance, especially at a time when our focus is directed at finding better ways to live with the environment” writes Moon in her artist statement."


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Hiroshi Suzuki: Cat (1975)


This track, from the eponymous album is so rare that hardly anything is known about it. Except its fusion jazz. Japanese. By trombonist Hiroshi Suzuki. It was made in 1975 for Columbia Records in Japan and features Hiroshi Suzuki - Trombone, Hiromasa Suzuki - Keyboards, Akira Ishikawa - Drums, Takeru Muraoka - Sax, Kunimitsu Inaba - Bass. There are 5 extended tracks on the album, comprising Romance, Shrimp Dance, Walk Tall, Cat, and Kuro To Shiro. What more do we need to know!

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Brave New World Revisited


Big Government and Big Business ... will try to impose social and cultural uniformity upon adults and their children. To achieve this they will (unless prevented) make use of all the mind-manipulating techniques at their disposal and will not hesitate to reinforce these methods of non-rational persuasion by economic coercion and threats of physical violence. If this kind of tyranny is to be avoided, we must begin without delay to educate ourselves and our children for freedom and self-government. Such an education for freedom should be ... first of all in facts and in values — the facts of individual diversity and genetic uniqueness and the values of freedom, tolerance and mutual charity, which are the ethical corollaries of these facts.

Aldous Huxley: (Brave New World Revisited, 1958)
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Maschinenmensch & The Machine (2013)


The Machine is a 2013 British science fiction thriller film directed and written by Caradog W. James. It stars Caity Lotz and Toby Stephens as computer scientists who create an artificial intelligence for the military. The Machine won three BAFTA Cymru awards, Best of UK Film Award at Raindance Film Festival, and Achievement Against the Odds Prize by the British Independent Film Awards.

The Maschinenmensch (German for "machine-human") is a fictional character in Fritz Lang's film Metropolis, played by German actress Brigitte Helm in both its robot form and human incarnation. She is a gynoid (female robot or android) created by the scientist Rotwang. Named Maria in the film, and "Futura" in Thea von Harbou's original novel Metropolis, she was the first robot ever depicted in cinema.
  • The Machines speaks Persian/Farsi, Iranian language.
  • Costume designer Chrissie Pegg was given just two weeks to make 100 costumes with only £40 for each and had only one assistant.
  • Caity Lotz preformed all her own stunts for the movie, including the dance scene.
  • The "Military Base" scenes were filmed at Greenham Common, United Kingdom.


The Maschinenmensch has been given several names through the decades: Parody, Ultima, Machina, Futura, Robotrix, False Maria, Robot Maria, and Hel. The intertitles of the 2010 restoration of Metropolis quotes Rotwang, the robot's creator, referring to his gynoid Maschinenmensch, literally translated as ´Machine human´.


The Maschinenmensch is an archetypal example of the Frankenstein complex, where artificial creations turn against their creator and go on a rampage. Artificial beings with a malevolent nature were a popular theme at the time, as seen in films such as Der Golem or Marcel Lherbier's L'Inhumaine. In a once-missing part of the film, Rotwang explicitly instructs the robot to pervert Fredersen's orders and help bring down his worst enemy, which helps explain her destructive behaviour. Different incomplete restorations of the film made since the original offered different explanations of the robot's behaviour (one, for example, saying that Rotwang has in fact lost control of the robot and it is not under anyone's control), or no explanation at all. The 2010 restoration, complete for all practical purposes, depicts Rotwang deliberately instructing the robot Maria, thus finally clarifying the gynoid Maria's motivation.


In the end, after the gynoid Maria has incited the workers to riot, destroy the city's machines, which causes the subterranean worker's city to flood, the workers believe it has caused their children to die by drowning in the flooded city. They capture gynoid Maria and burn her at the stake, though it reverts to mechanical robot form just before its destruction.


The Maschinenmensch's appearance and concept has influenced many artists over the years. It was depicted on the 1977 album Live! In The Air Age by Be-Bop Deluxe. The still displayed on the album is of the climactic scene where the soul of Maria is being installed into the robot and rings of light are circling around the robot's body. Heavy metal band Y&T's 1985 album Down for the Count has a cover illustration depicting the robot being held by Count Dracula as he prepares to sink his fangs into her neck. German band Kraftwerk's 1978 album Die Mensch-Maschine is a clear reference to the film and has a track titled "Metropolis."

The 1982 film Blade Runner, which took heavy inspiration from Metropolis, also borrows the theme of Machines that are indistinguishable from Humans, that is, robots in human-appearing android and gynoid form. All three female characters in Blade Runner, and several males, are robots.


All is Full of Love - Bjork


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Thursday, 3 September 2015

Garden Centre Photography

Bit niche this one, I admit. For many years I wouldn't step foot in a Garden Centre, being a bit of a nature purist and with an allergy to the ol' sell sell sell. But times change and in a whorl of Garden Glasnost I went for a jungle walk.












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Tylwyth Teg


The name for the fairy race in Wales. means 'The Fair Folk' and Their name they are extremely attractive to look at ways , dressed in white and having al  According fair hair. ng to long some accounts, they are ruled over by the underworld god Gwynn ap Nudd, while others say that their master is the magician Gywdion. In the past, these fairies were considered dangerous and children were brought up to fear and respect them. They especially liked to steal babies or older blonde children and leave a changeling called a crimbil in their place. Their own children are said only to mature at 100 years of age, when they leave to up communities of their own. They are especially fond of singing and dancing in fairy rings, though a human should be wary of joining them. Tylwyth Teg are visible only at night, and visit human houses after dark. For this reason, country dwellers in Wales used to tidy up and stoke their fires before retiring, so that the Fair Folk could make themselves comfortable. If they were pleased they might leave a present for the family, though this would disappear at once if spoken of openly. The Fair Folk used to visit markets and exchange the money in farmers Pockets for their own, which disappeared when the farmer got home, or turned into dry leaves. The folklorist Edward Davies, writing in 1809, related the story of a lake near Brecon associated with the Tylwyth Teg.


An island rose from the middle of the lake, and it was observed that no bird would fly over it and that sometimes strains of music could be heard drifting from it over the water. In ancient times, a door in a nearby rock would open every Mayday, and those who entered would find themselves in a passage that led to the island. There, to their amazement, they discovered an enchanted garden full of the choicest fruits and flowers, inhabited by the Tylwyth Teg, whose ethereal beauty was only equalled by their courtesy and affability. Each guest would be entertained with music and told of whatever future events the fairies deemed right to tell them. The only stipulation was that the island should be considered sacred, and nothing must be taken away. One day, an ungrateful man pocketed the flower he had been presented with. This did him no good, for as soon as he touched the shore the flower c vanished and the man himself fell senseless. The Tylwyth Teg were so angry at this sacrilege that the way to the island was closed for-ever. One man tried to drain the lake to see what was there, but a horrible figure rose from the water and commanded him to stop.


From: The Element Encyclopedia of Magical Creatures by John & Caitlin Matthews
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Brenin Enlli, King of Bardsey


The name derives from Ynys Enlli – Bardsey, at the western tip of Llyn, and the Brenin Enlli was the Bardsey King. A hundred years ago, there was a 200-strong community of fishermen and crofters on the island and as is customary on many islands, they elected their own ‘king’. The last king was Love Pritchard, here seen wearing the crown of the island.


It was tradition for the island to elect the King of Bardsey, and from 1826 onwards. He would be crowned by Baron Newborough or his representative. The crown is now kept at Merseyside Maritime Museum in Liverpool, although calls have been made for it to return to Gwynedd. The first known title holder was John Williams; his son, John Williams II, the third of the recorded kings, was deposed in 1900, and asked to leave the island as he had become an alcoholic, it is said because of the spirits that came ashore following shipwrecks in the First World War.


It is said that a cairn of empty beer casks was built on the mainland to attract John Williams as a kind of decoy- bait. He unwillingly crossed the Swnt to the Promised Land and was soon taken to the workhouse in Pwllheli where he died. At the outbreak of World War I, the last king, Love Pritchard, offered himself and the men of Bardsey Island for military service, but he was refused as he was considered too old at the age of 71. Pritchard took umbrage, and declared the island a neutral power.  This refusal did not please him and "probably" explains why Enlli remained neutral during the war and that it allegedly supported Kaiser Wilhelm II.  What a surprise, a Royal supporting German nationalism like that. In 1925, Pritchard left the island for the mainland, to seek a less laborious way of life, but died the following year. 


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Master Yu Choob

Master Yu Choob is everywhere and yet he is nowhere. He does not have physical form and yet he is a teacher of influence and Wisdom. Seek Master Yu Choob and you will undoubtedly find. There are four 'standard' forms of Qigong generally recognised; Muscle-Tendon Change Classic (Yì Jīn Jīng), Five Animal Frolics (Wu Qin Xi), Eight Strands of the Brocade (Ba Duan Jin) and the Six Healing Sounds (Liu Zi Jue). I can get to grips with the first three forms, but making noises like hoot, squeak, squelch and belch on a regular basis doesn't appeal so I have substituted Master Chia's Iron Shirt Qigong for the Six Healing Sounds. These are quite advanced representations of the forms and there are simpler versions out there for beginners.



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Protein Synthesis Dance


Directed in 1971 by Robert Alan Weiss for the Department of Chemistry of Stanford University and imprinted with the "free love" aura of the period, this short film continues to be shown in biology class today. It has since spawned a series of similar humorous attempts at vulgarizing protein synthesis. Narrated by Paul Berg, 1980 Nobel prize for Chemistry. If you're not interested in the sciency bit at the beginning (and I don't blame you), you can skip the vid to 3:10 to see the dance.

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