James Gillray No Flower that Blows is like this Rose (Mme Rose Didelot, opera-dancer) 1796 hand-colored etching British Museum |
James Gillray Modern Grace, or, The Operatical Finale to the Ballet of Alonzo e Caro (Charles-Louis Didelot dancing between Mme Rose Didelot and Rose Parisot) 1796 hand-colored etching British Museum |
James Gillray A Country Concert, or, An Evening's Entertainment in Sussex 1798 hand-colored etching British Museum |
James Gillray A Bravura Air, from Mandane (caricature of Mrs Billington onstage at Covent Garden) 1801 hand-colored etching British Museum |
James Gillray La Walse - after a French print published in Le Bon Genre 1810 hand-colored etching British Museum |
Graves Are Made To Waltz On
Tunes fainter on winds waywarder than others
When from the frozen swamp the evil crystals glow,
Lure us to our disowned deep-buried banished brothers,
Our dark-souled scowling brothers,
Who pound warm fists against their jails of snow.
Waltz with decorum – one step lax or lacking,
One slip on our own graves of many deaths ago,
Betrays us: ever nearer the tune of tough ice cracking,
The hungry snarl of cracking,
And hands reach out to drag us down below.
– Peter Viereck (1940)
James Gillray An Excrescence, a Fungus, alias, a Toadstool upon a Dunghill (caricature of William Pitt the Younger) 1791 hand-colored etching British Museum |
James Gillray Political Ravishment, or, The Old Lady of Threadneedle Street in Danger! (caricature of William Pitt the Younger assaulting the Bank of England) 1797 hand-colored etching British Museum |
James Gillray The Sleep-walker (caricature of William Pitt the Younger) 1795 hand-colored etching British Museum |
James Gillray Blood on Thunder fording the Red Sea (Warren Hastings with money-bags atop Chancellor Thurlow who presided at his impeachment trial) 1788 hand-colored etching British Museum |
It includes the butterfly and the rat, the shit
drying to chalk, trees
falling at an angle, taking those moist
and buried rootballs with them
into deadly air. But someone will
tell you the butterfly's the happy ending
of every dirge-singing worm, the rat
a river rat come up from a shimmering depth,
the shit passed purely into scat one read
for a source, the creature that shadowed it one
longish minute. And trees, of course they
wanted to fall. It was their time or something
equally sonorous. And wind too knows its
mindless little whirlpool's not for nothing, not
nothing – that pitch and rage stopped. How else
does the sparrow's neck break.
– Marianne Boruch (2008)
James Gillray The Twin Stars, Castor & Pollux (George Barclay and Charles Sturt, rich brewers with seats in Parliament) 1799 hand-colored etching British Museum |
James Gillray Hercules Reposing (caricature of Charles James Fox in unwilling retirement) 1799 hand-colored etching British Museum |
– poems from the archives of Poetry (Chicago)