Saturday, September 2, 2017

More from Christa Wolf's Diaries

"It occurred to me, I think while I am taking my shower and at the same time letting the previous evening run past my inner eye, how many words I am gradually (and the speed is increasing) placing in quotation marks; a process that indicates that these words are being drained of meaning; often, of course, they are words from the class of the beautiful-good-true, thus from the realm in which ethics and aesthetics have melted together.  An essay that could be written about the quotation marks could be organized as a commentary or even historically: use of the quotation marks in earlier times – and in the process would soon arrive at the inflation that this punctuation has experienced in reaching the present ("experienced" would probably also have to be in quotation marks?), evidence not only for the loose treatment of symbols but also for the stronger awareness of the corrosion deep within the body of language, which has as a consequence – also as a prerequisite? – that word and meaning no longer coincide, and that thus a series of facts, processes, characteristics, conditions, and contradictions will remain unlabeled."

Antonio Tempesta
Battle Scene
before 1630
drawing
Royal Collection, Windsor

Antonio Tempesta
Battle Scene
1605
drawing
Art Gallery of South Australia, Adelaide

Antonio Tempesta
Battle Scene
before 1630
drawing
Royal Collection, Windsor

"Early darkness.  Autumnal feeling.  The apparent idyll permeated with disquiet, also with longing for the children.  Again one of those unbelievable skies, red, streaked, night-blue all around us, apple-green strata."

Antonio Tempesta
Bear Hunt
 before 1630
drawing
British Museum

Antonio Tempesta
Boar Hunt
before 1630
drawing
Royal Collection, Windsor

Antonio Tempesta
Lion Hunt
before 1630
drawing
Royal Collection, Windsor

"Hardly anywhere else is the boundary between reason and insanity drawn and guarded as strictly as it is here in this country.  It is no wonder that those who could not stand it ran away and that many over-adjusted people remained here (from which a state, but not a living society, can be made), and that the uneasy ones flee beneath the wings of the Church, which also does not really know what is happening to it."

Giacomo Cortese
Landscape with huntsman
before 1675
drawing
British Museum

Giacomo Cortese
Cavalry on the march
before 1675
drawing
British Museum

Giacomo Cortese
Cavalry advancing to the charge
before 1657
drawing
British Museum

"And that the tickets were so cheap and then even "almost a supper" came with it (at the appropriate point during the performance there were lard sandwiches and a glass of wine)."

Giacomo Cortese
Assault on a castle
before 1675
drawing
British Museum

Giacomo Cortese
Infantry on the march
before 1675
drawing
British Museum

Virgil Solis
Landsknecht (mercenary soldier) with two-handed sword
1541
drawing
British Museum

"I was completely beside myself.  I cannot and do not want to write about it.  Something was there that concerned only me, far beyond the pain caused by that premature death.  A horror and a sadness that I think I will now never get over, that I will be saturated with for the rest of my life.  Something that concerns human life and destiny in general and which we do not learn as long as we are young.  Which defies discussion.  Now I see what depresses the older people so much."

Caspar Luyken
Collapse of the Spanish Ambassador's house
ca. 1696-98
drawing
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

Caspar Luyken
Tropical landscape with sea-serpent eating man
ca. 1682-1708
drawing
Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam

"Treacherous, my urge to go into the discount store on the marketplace now after all, and to make purchases that suddenly seem immediately urgent to me, heavy bottles, heavy sacks.  As I stand at the packing counter and pack up the goods, I hear a man behind me asking the cashier: Isn't that . . . my name follows.  The woman answers in the affirmative.  To which the man says: Honecker even gave her a luxurious house. – It's working, I think to myself; I turn around and grin at the man and encounter the very familiar glassy stare.  It is not a local man.  Is that a comfort?  When somebody tries to push through the door ahead of me as I leave, I push back as rudely as possible and force my way ahead.  So, that was it then, I say to myself half aloud on the way to the car."

– quoted passages from One Day A Year, 1960-2000 by Christa Wolf, translated from German by Lowell A. Bangerter (Europa Editions, 2003)