Saturday, November 26, 2022

Allegorical Imagery for Martial Life & Values

Giulio Romano
Figures of Victory flanking Barbarian Prisoners
ca. 1532
drawing
(study for fresco)
Musée du Louvre

Giulio Romano
Figures of Fame in Clouds
ca. 1538-39
drawing
(study for fresco)
Musée du Louvre

Battista Dossi
Allegorical Figures of Temperance and Prudence
before 1548
drawing
Musée du Louvre

Nicolò dell'Abate
Design for Figure of Victory
ca. 1550-60
drawing
Musée du Louvre

Luca Cambiaso
Personification of Strength
ca. 1560-65
drawing
Museo del Prado, Madrid

Giovanni Paolo Lomazzo
Allegory of Justice suppressing Injustice
ca. 1572
drawing
Musée du Louvre

Carlo Caliari
Figure of Victory
before 1596
drawing
Musée du Louvre

Leonardo Corona
Figure of Fame
before 1605
drawing
Musée du Louvre

Pietro Testa
Allegory of Justice
ca. 1632-37
drawing
Musée du Louvre

Charles Le Brun
Figure of Fame
ca. 1665
drawing, with colored chalks
(study for tapestry)
Musée du Louvre

Charles-Joseph Natoire
Personification of France
ca. 1730
drawing
(study for painting)
Musée du Louvre

Nicola Bertuzzi (Niccolò Bertucci or l'Anconitano)
Study for Allegories of Hope and Fortitude
before 1777
drawing
National Library of Brazil, Rio de Janeiro

Andrea Appiani
Personification of Strength
1808
drawing
(study for fresco)
Musée du Louvre

Andrea Appiani
Personification of Truth
1808
drawing
(study for fresco)
Musée du Louvre

François Gérard
Study for Allegorical Figure of Grieving Fatherland
ca. 1830
drawing
(study for ceiling mural, Panthéon, Paris)
Musée du Louvre

Ars Poetica?

I have always aspired to a more spacious form
that would be free from the claims of poetry or prose
and would let us understand each other without exposing
the author or reader to sublime agonies.

In the very essence of poetry there is something indecent:
a thing is brought forth which we didn't know we had in us,
so we blink our eyes, as if a tiger had sprung out
and stood in the light, lashing his tail.

That's why poetry is rightly said to be dictated by a daimonion,
though it's an exaggeration to maintain that he must be an angel.
It's hard to guess where that pride of poets comes from,
when so often they're put to shame by the disclosure of their frailty.

What reasonable man would like to be a city of demons,
who behave as if they were at home, speak in many tongues,
and who, not satisfied with stealing his lips or hand,
work at changing his destiny for their convenience?

It's true that what is morbid is highly valued today,
and so you may think that I am only joking
or that I've devised just one more means
of praising Art with the help of irony.

There was a time when only wise books were read,
helping us to bear our pain and misery.
This, after all, is not quite the same
as leafing through a thousand works fresh from psychiatric clinics.

And yet the world is different from what it seems to be
and we are other than how we see ourselves in our ravings.
People therefore preserve silent integrity,
thus earning the respect of their relatives and neighbors. 

The purpose of poetry is to remind us
how difficult it is to remain just one person,
for our house is open, there are no keys in the doors,
and invisible guests come in and out at will.

What I'm saying here is not, I agree, poetry,
as poems should be written rarely and reluctantly,
under unbearable duress and only with the hope
that good spirits, not evil ones, choose us for their instrument.

– Czeslaw Milosz, translated by the author and Lillian Vallee (1968)