Saturday, April 4, 2026

L'Allegro - I

Max Beckmann
Dream of Monte Carlo
ca. 1939
oil on canvas
Staatsgalerie Stuttgart

Harold Edgerton
Formation of a Drop of Oil
1982
C-print
Amon Carter Museum, Fort Worth, Texas

Asger Jorn
The Only Possession
1960
oil on canvas
Graphische Sammlung Albertina, Vienna

Erich Mendelsohn
Walhallball
1914
lithograph (poster)
Kunstbibliothek, Staatliche Museen zu Berlin

Max Kurzweil
Birdman
before 1916
drawing
Graphische Sammlung Albertina, Vienna

Christina Rundqvist
Troll Forest
ca. 1975
lithograph
Moderna Museet, Stockholm

Stuart Davis
Bass Rocks no. 2
1934
oil on canvas
Amon Carter Museum, Fort Worth, Texas

Charley Toorop
Musicians and Dancing Workers
1927
oil on canvas
Kröller-Müller Museum, Otterlo, Netherlands

Théo van Rysselberghe
Storm Winds from the East
1905
oil on canvas
Kröller-Müller Museum, Otterlo, Netherlands

Fritz Stuckenberg
The Lovers Paul and Emmeke van Ostaijen
1919
oil on canvas
Landesmuseum für Kunst und Kulturgeschichte, Oldenburg, Germany

Henry Pearson
Untitled
1964
lithograph
Amon Carter Museum, Fort Worth, Texas

Wolfgang Mattheuer
Sisyphus Escaping
1972
oil on panel
Galerie Neue Meister (Albertinum), Dresden

Robert Delaunay
Hommage à Blériot
1914
oil on canvas
Musée de Grenoble

Wiener Porzellanmanufaktur
Design for Decorative Border
ca. 1800
gouache on paper
Museum für Angewandte Kunst, Vienna

Ursula Schultze-Bluhm
Rendezvous in the Meadow and on the Water
1989
oil on canvas
Galerie Neue Meister (Albertinum), Dresden

Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec
Dressing-Room Scene
1896
oil on paper
(print study)
Musée des Augustins de Toulouse

Heraclitus in silence speaks thus from his eyes: "I shall set aflame even the fire of the bolts of Zeus." Yea, verily, and from the bosom of Diodorus comes this voice: "I melt even stone warmed by my body's touch." Unhappy he who has received a torch from the eyes of the one, and from the other a sweet fire smouldering with desire. 

Sweet dawn has come, and lying sleepless in the porch Damis is breathing out the little breath he has left, poor wretch, all for having looked on Herclitus; for he stood under the rays of his eyes like wax thrown on burning coals.  But come, awake, all luckless Damis!  I myself bear Love's wounds, and shed tears for thy tears. 

If Zeus still be he who stole Ganymede in his prime that he might have a cup-bearer of the nectar, I, too, may hide lovely Myiscus in my heart, lest before I know it he swoop on the boy with his wings.

I see not lovely Dionysius.  Has he been taken up to heaven, Father Zeus, to be the second cup-bearer of the immortals?  Tell me, eagle, when thy wings beat rapidly over him, how didst thou carry the pretty boy? has he marks from thy claws?

I wish not Charidemus to be mine; for the fair boy looks to Zeus, as if already serving the god with nectar.  I wish it not.  What profits it me to have the king of heaven as a competitor for victory in love?  I am content if only the boy, as he mounts to Olympus, take from earth my tears to wash his feet in memory of my love; and could he but give me one sweet, melting glance and let our lips just meet as I snatch one kiss!  Let Zeus have all the rest, as is right; but yet, if ye were willing, perchance I, too, should taste ambrosia.  

Antipater kissed me when my love was on the wane, and set ablaze again the fire from the cold ash.  So against my will I twice encountered one flame.  Away, ye who are like to be love-sick, lest touching those near me I burn them. 

– from Book XII (Strato's Musa Puerilis) in the Greek Anthology, translated and edited by W.R. Paton (1917)