30. Dezember 2015

Godiva

John Collier "Lady Godiva" (ca. 1898), via Wikimedia Commons
"Godiva ist Gegenstand einer Legende, die seit dem 13. Jahrhundert belegt ist: Das Volk litt unter der Steuerlast, für die ihr Ehemann verantwortlich war. Lady Godiva ertrug es nicht, die Menschen leiden zu sehen. Sie bemühte sich, ihren Mann dazu zu überreden, die Steuerlast zu senken. Er erwiderte, er würde die Steuern erst senken, wenn sie nackt durch die Stadt reitet. Denn Leofric rechnete nicht damit, dass seine Frau tatsächlich den Mut aufbringen würde, ohne Bekleidung durch die Stadt zu reiten, damit es dem Volk besser geht. Leofric, vom Mut seiner Frau beeindruckt, habe daraufhin alle Steuern erlassen, außer jene auf Pferde." wikipedia

Alfred Tennyson "Godiva"
I waited for the train at Coventry;
I hung with grooms and porters on the bridge,
To watch the three tall spires; and there I shaped
The city's ancient legend into this:
Not only we, the latest seed of Time,
New men, that in the flying of a wheel
Cry down the past, not only we, that prate
Of rights and wrongs, have loved the people well,
And loathed to see them overtax'd; but she
Did more, and underwent, and overcame,
The woman of a thousand summers back,
Godiva, wife to that grim Earl, who ruled
In Coventry: for when he laid a tax
Upon his town, and all the mothers brought
Their children, clamoring, "If we pay, we starve!"
She sought her lord, and found him, where he strode
About the hall, among his dogs, alone,
His beard a foot before him and his hair
A yard behind. She told him of their tears,
And pray'd him, "If they pay this tax, they starve."
Whereat he stared, replying, half-amazed,
"You would not let your little finger ache
For such as these?" -- "But I would die," said she.
He laugh'd, and swore by Peter and by Paul;
Then fillip'd at the diamond in her ear;
"Oh ay, ay, ay, you talk!" -- "Alas!" she said,
"But prove me what I would not do."
And from a heart as rough as Esau's hand,
He answer'd, "Ride you naked thro' the town,
And I repeal it;" and nodding, as in scorn,
He parted, with great strides among his dogs.
So left alone, the passions of her mind,
As winds from all the compass shift and blow,
Made war upon each other for an hour,
Till pity won. She sent a herald forth,
And bade him cry, with sound of trumpet, all
The hard condition; but that she would loose
The people: therefore, as they loved her well,
From then till noon no foot should pace the street,
No eye look down, she passing; but that all
Should keep within, door shut, and window barr'd.
Then fled she to her inmost bower, and there
Unclasp'd the wedded eagles of her belt,
The grim Earl's gift; but ever at a breath
She linger'd, looking like a summer moon
Half-dipt in cloud: anon she shook her head,
And shower'd the rippled ringlets to her knee;
Unclad herself in haste; adown the stair
Stole on; and, like a creeping sunbeam, slid
From pillar unto pillar, until she reach'd
The Gateway, there she found her palfrey trapt
In purple blazon'd with armorial gold.

Then she rode forth, clothed on with chastity:
The deep air listen'd round her as she rode,
And all the low wind hardly breathed for fear.
The little wide-mouth'd heads upon the spout
Had cunning eyes to see: the barking cur
Made her cheek flame; her palfrey's foot-fall shot
Light horrors thro' her pulses; the blind walls
Were full of chinks and holes; and overhead
Fantastic gables, crowding, stared: but she
Not less thro' all bore up, till, last, she saw
The white-flower'd elder-thicket from the field,
Gleam thro' the Gothic archway in the wall.

Then she rode back, clothed on with chastity;
And one low churl, compact of thankless earth,
The fatal byword of all years to come,
Boring a little auger-hole in fear,
Peep'd -- but his eyes, before they had their will,
Were shrivel'd into darkness in his head,
And dropt before him. So the Powers, who wait
On noble deeds, cancell'd a sense misused;
And she, that knew not, pass'd: and all at once,
With twelve great shocks of sound, the shameless noon
Was clash'd and hammer'd from a hundred towers,
One after one: but even then she gain'd
Her bower; whence reissuing, robed and crown'd,
To meet her lord, she took the tax away
And built herself an everlasting name.
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Breathe in ... Chopin

Die Geschichte im Film "Breathe in" war an sich nichts Besonderes, aber das Spiel beider Protagonisten hat es mir angetan. Eines Lehrers (Guy Pearce) und einer Schülerin (Felicity Jones). Verbotenes Spiel am Klavier... in diesem Ausschnitt. Chopin, der am Anfang so ruhig zu sein scheint, ist es gar nicht. Ich will aber nichts verraten, schaut und hört es euch selbst an.


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Es gibt keine Liebe auf Abstand,
Auf Abstand auch keine Freundschaft.
Man hält kein Verhältnis auf Raten,
Kein Verhältnis mit einem aus Feindschaft.

Das Ticken der Uhr in einem anderen Zimmer tut weh. Es tut weh, es zu hören, weil alles so still um mich herum ist. Ich bin die Gefallene in deinem Kampf und benötige Freiheit. Die Freiheit vom Ticken. In dir.

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"So what does it mean if I tell you to go fuck yourself
Or if I say that you're beautiful to me"

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Ingeborg Bachmann (1926, Klagenfurt -1973, Rom)

"Die gestundete Zeit" 

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Die auf Widerruf gestundete Zeit
wird sichtbar am Horizont.
Bald mußt du den Schuh schnüren
und die Hunde zurückjagen in die Marschhöfe.
Denn die Eingeweide der Fische
sind kalt geworden im Wind.
Ärmlich brennt das Licht der Lupinen.
Dein Blick spurt im Nebel:
die auf Widerruf gestundete Zeit
wird sichtbar am Horizont.


Drüben versinkt dir die Geliebte im Sand,
er steigt um ihr wehendes Haar,
er fällt ihr ins Wort,
er befiehlt ihr zu schweigen,
er findet sie sterblich
und willig dem Abschied
nach jeder Umarmung.


Sieh dich nicht um.
Schnür deinen Schuh.
Jag die Hunde zurück.
Wirf die Fische ins Meer.
Lösch die Lupinen!


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