Pellegrina's Notebook

"In art, as in love, instinct is enough."

Month: August, 2009

Hope might not be so audacious…

Thanks to Sarah for reminding me of these beautiful words today – they always sing true. The U.S. President and myself almost share a birthday – we are both Leos with Aquarius rising, and I find it interesting how he titled his political biography/treatise ‘The Audacity of Hope’. It need not be audacious Mr President – it is just right.

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Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune–without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

Emily Dickinson

Tristes apprêts – Jean-Philippe Rameau

Sandro Botticelli

One of greatest jewels of the French baroque.  In this aria the princess Télaïre is  so overcome with grief for Castor, that she  declares that she would give up the light of the sun to be subsumed by the underworld so she may join him.

Tristes apprêts,
pâles flambeaux,
Jour plus affreux que les ténèbres,
Astres lugubres des tombeaux,
Non je ne verrai plus que vos clartés funèbres.
Toi, qui vois mon coeur éperdu,
Père du jour, ô Soleil, ô mon père!
Je ne veux plus d’un bien que Castor a perdu,
Et je renonce à la lumière.

Listen here:- \’Tristes apprêts, pâles flambeaux\’ – from Castor et Pollux – Jean-Philippe Rameau

Les Arts Florissants,  d. William Christie, Veronique Gens,  Soprano