Archive for the Art Category

Der heilige Hieronymus und der Löwe

Posted in Art, Object with tags , on May 21, 2017 by Dylan Thomas Hayden

Riemenschneider, Jerome

Tilman Riemenschneider
alabaster, c. 1495
The Cleveland Museum of Art

Maria mit dem Schutzmantel

Posted in Art, Object with tags on May 20, 2017 by Dylan Thomas Hayden

Ravensburger_Schutzmantelmadonna

Michel Erhart or Friedrich Schramm
painted wood, c. 1480
Staatlichen Museen zu Berlin

Vierge ouvrante

Posted in Art, Object with tags on May 19, 2017 by Dylan Thomas Hayden

vierge

anonymous
mixed media, c. 1400
Musée de Cluny

Vierge ouvrante

Posted in Art, Object with tags on May 18, 2017 by Dylan Thomas Hayden

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anonymous
ivory and bone, c. 1200
The Walters Art Museum

On Anacreon

Posted in Art, Poetry with tags , , , , on November 18, 2016 by Dylan Thomas Hayden

pandura

Oh beloved who didst love the clear lute, O thou who didst sail through thy whole life with song and with love.

Text: Anonymous, The Greek Anthology VII:23B translated by W. R. Paton. Cambridge, Mass: Harvard University Press, 1917
Image: Anonymous, Woman sitting on a rock and playing the lute or pandura, 1st quarter of the 3rd century BC, Musée du Louvre

The Idea of God

Posted in Art, Book with tags , on November 17, 2016 by Dylan Thomas Hayden

william-blake-ancient

“Was the idea of God alive at all in me? No: if you mean the traditional idea. But that was a symbol, vague, variable, mythical, anthropomorphic; the symbol for an overwhelming reality, a symbol that named and unified in human speech the incalculable powers on which our destiny depends. To observe, record, and measure the method by which these powers operate is not to banish the idea of God: it is what the Hebrews called meditating on his ways. The modern hatred of religion is not, like that of the Greek philosophers, a hatred of poetry, for which they wished to substitute cosmology, mathematics, or dialectic, still maintaining the reverence of man for what is superhuman. The modern hatred of religion is hatred of the truth, hatred of all sublimity, hatred of the laughter of the gods. It is puerile human vanity trying to justify itself by a lie.”

Text: George Santayana, My Host the World. New York: Charles Scribner’s Sons, 1953
Image: William Blake, The Ancient of Days setting a Compass to the Earth, frontispiece to copy K of Europe a Prophecy, 1821, Fitzwilliam Museum, Cambridge

…for Orpheus dead…

Posted in Art, Poetry with tags , , on November 16, 2016 by Dylan Thomas Hayden

plaque

The fair-haired daughters of Bistonia shed a thousand tears for Orpheus dead, the son of Calliope and Oeagrus; they stained their tattooed arms with blood, and dyed their Thracian locks with black ashes. The very Muses of Pieria, with Apollo, master of the lute, burst into tears mourning for the singer, and the rocks moaned, and the trees, that erst he charmed with his lovely lyre.

Text: Anonymous, The Greek Anthology VII:10 translated by W. R. Paton. Cambridge, Mass: Harvard University Press, 1917
Image: Terracotta Funerary Plaque, ca. 520–510 BC, Metropolitan Museum