Archive for February, 2024

The overture to Mozart’s Marriage of Figaro

February 19, 2024

First came the moral monster Don Giovanni being dragged down to hell for murder and a career of sexual imposition, with a restorative operatic appendix in which the people of Seville sing to his downfall. Then a delightful Mozartean orchestral interlude, apparently the brisk scherzo movement of a symphony (dominated by woodwinds and brass). And then we’re back in Seville, where Figaro is measuring the space for the bridal bed he and Susanna will soon share, while she’s trying on her wedding headpiece; hovering over the couple is the specter of Figaro’s literally rapacious employer Count Almaviva. Yes, it’s a comic opera about sex and power, and it’s a masterpiece.

That’s what brought me to consciousness and a new day at 2:15 am — my life has been deranged in so many ways that I no longer know how to report on it, except for the MQoS announcement that I’m not dead yet — and, yes, I did recognize that the orchestral interlude was in fact the overture to Mozart’s Le Nozze di Figaro [‘The Marriage of Figaro‘], capturing the spirit of the work without using any of its music, getting us into the proper mood for the opera without disclosing any of its thematic material. Not even a whiff of Figaro’s aria “Se vuol ballare (signor contino)”, which is the essence of the opera plot distilled into a dance tune. (If this were a Broadway musical, “Se vuol ballare” would be the main theme of the overture. With Figaro’s aria to that amorous butterfly Cherubino, “Non più andrai (farfallone amoroso)”, as a contrasting second theme.)

Expanding now on three things: the overture as a free-standing orchestral composition; “Se vuol ballare” as Figaro‘s theme song; and a note on Figaro as an ensemble opera. Plus an appendix flagging an intricate topic in g&s (gender & sexuality) studies that’s central in the plots of both Don Giovanni and Figaro.

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Sneezeweed’s the name, not elecampane

February 17, 2024

Or, for that matter, the eccentrically spelled elecamphane. This in reaction to  a third plate from the 19th-century American Flora compendium that I’ve been posting about recently (“My wild valentine” posting here; “Daffodil poem” posting here). Which calls the plant elecamphane, but the name is elecampane, and everyone knows this plant as sneezeweed. The plate:


(#1) The usual spelling is elecampane; a net search turns up the ph spelling only on this American Flora plate — but in any case the flower is pretty clearly not elecampane (Inula helenium), but is instead a garden variety of the closely related common sneezeweed (Helenium autumnale), which is (to my eye anyway) considerably prettier than elecampane

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Daffodil poem

February 16, 2024

I slept from 7:30 to 4:15 last night, with some of the most distressing grotesque dreams I’ve ever had in my life, awakening frequently with terrible muscle cramps. Eventually I turned the dream around to something life-affirming and pleasant, but I awoke dead-exhausted from the night, confused and bewildered, and with screamingly sore muscles all over my body (for the record: I have had no fever or other clinical signs of infection, and I test negative for COVID).

Not really able to face the day, I retreated to botanical art from the 19th century, as presented to me recently by the Sierra Club, in a set of five greeting cards with flower illustrations from The American Flora of 1840-1855; see yesterday’s posting “My wild valentine”, about the plate of the wildflower Potentilla atrosanguinea. Another plate from the Sierra Club set — this time for a garden flower, a daffodil — caught my eye and moved me to toss off a little poem leading up to the label on the American Flora plate:


(#1) A poem to the intriguingly named three-anthered rush daffodil

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My wild valentine

February 15, 2024

(Yes, a day late, but I’m barely functioning, so this is the best I can do.)

A fortuitous find. In my USPS mail, from the Sierra Club, a set of  five 19th-century wildflower drawings on greeting cards: a free gift serving as leverage to get me to support their organization. Among the drawings, this intensely red Potentilla atrsosanguinea, with its very rose-like 5-petaled blossoms: a wild Valentine’s flower.


(#1) Blood-colored cinquefoil, Potentilla atrosanguinea, from The American Flora vol. III (1855)

Now: about the plant, and then about The American Flora.

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Infidelity Day on the planet UFO

February 13, 2024

ma in Ispagna son già mille e tre
— Leporello cataloguing Don Giovanni’s sexual conquests

Mitch Marks has sent me a comic strip appropriate for the day (which drips with sex) and personally meaningful to me (it has a Zwicky in it, though only for alphabetical purposes): the 2/13 strip in Graham Harrop’s comic UFO, in which a character I’ll call John (for Don Juan / Don Giovanni) prepares to catalogue his infidelities, not by country as in the Mozart / Da Ponte opera (but in Spain there are already a thousand and three), but by letter of the alphabet, from Alice Aabz to Zelda Zwicky:


(#1) John’s Valentine’s Day gift to Moira

About the day. 2/13 is the day before Valentine’s Day; and also (my own invention) what I’ve called LDV Day, Lincoln Darwin Valentine Day, an occasion for rampant man-on-man sexual excess; and also (this year) Mardi Gras (whoop whoop) — so it’ s pretty much drenched in sex.

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Trifecta time

February 12, 2024

(In the middle of this, with reference to my invention LDV Day, is a discussion of men’s bodies and of sex between men in elevated language — so technically not over the line, but certainly not to everyone’s taste.)

Three different occasions that happen around this time of year, on three different schedules, but this year come together in a single week. And we’re in the midst of it. First, two festivals of pleasure: the Valentine cluster (2/12 Lincoln Darwin Day; 2/13 LDV Day; 2/14 Valentine’s Day) and

Shrove Tuesday / Mardi Gras / Carnival / Pancake 🥞 Day / Fas(t)nacht / Doughnut 🍩 Day (in the land of my childhood). A day of — depending on where you are — food excesses, sexual excesses, raucous parading in the streets in fabulous costumes, role inversions, whatever, before the 40-day shriving of Lent, the Christian season of penance before Easter’s rebirth (through crucifixion and resurrection). (from my 2/13/23 posting “Abraham Lincoln hosts two festivals of pleasure”)

Mardi Gras — by the church calendar, tomorrow, though festivities are already in progress — is a moveable feast in the Christian liturgical calendar, dependent on the date of Easter, a date that’s calculated for each year from the phases of the moon. In 2024, the two festivals of pleasure happen to coincide; today is Lincoln Darwin Day and Wednesday is Valentine’s Day (which is also a family holiday for me, since it’s my daughter Elizabeth Daingerfield Zwicky’s birthday).

And then in 2024 these two festivals come during the continuing celebrations of the lunar new year according to traditional Chinese reckoning (in a 12-year cycle); a Year of the Dragon began on 2/10, and the parades and displays are still going on.

That’s the outline; a few more details, with some illustrations, follow. (Oh yes, this is also today’s MQOS Not Dead Yet posting, just more elaborate than usual.)

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Headline news for penguins: tiny sweaters Down Under

February 11, 2024

A Facebook alert today from Michael Palmer, reposting from Nadeesha Sonali Fonseka > Stranger Things in Stunning World on 2/9:

Australia’s oldest man Alfie Dates (109) knits tiny sweaters for injured penguins!


Some Aussie penguins in tiny sweaters

The Penguin Books sweater is especially sweet. And there’s a Rainbow Flag sweater too, for the politically conscious penguin.

(Yes, this is today’s Not Dead Yet posting. I have fantasies of writing somewhat longer-form entries, but life’s been difficult.)

 

Enter the dragon

February 10, 2024

For this lunar new year, today the rabbit hops away and the dragon flies in, as it does every 12 years.  I am a dragon (born in 1940, 7 cycles ago), so for new year I have installed a cute stuffed dragon by my work space. Here’s Sandra Boynton’s celebratory artwork for the occasion (passed on to me by Chris Ambidge), with more cute dragons:


Gung hei fat choi / Gong xi fa cai

The full cycle: 1 rat, 2 ox, 3 tiger, 4 rabbit, 5 dragon, 6 snake / serpent, 7 horse, 8 goat, 9 monkey, 10 rooster, 11 dog, 12 pig

 

Pretty in a print

February 9, 2024

Lightning news: today’s MQoS Not Dead Yet posting (not dead yet, but emotionally in a dark valley), inspired by yesterday’s Daily Jocks mailing, which presented the company’s new styles: a set of remarkable, extravagant, showy pieces of fetish homowear, and this Code22 harness, which is instead just really pretty, like its matching shorts:


Beautiful shorts for men are no surprise, and knock-your-eyes-out harnesses (in shocking pink, flagrantly jeweled, whatever) can be read as defiant toughness, but a harness in a pretty print strikes me as sweet but out of place, like an XXL jockstrap pouch embroidered with cute cartoon flowers

Here’s the thing: harnesses for men (like dog collars for men) have moved from BDSMwear — harnesses as bondage, as restraint, and symbols of submission, but also as symbols of raw toughness (I can take whatever you put me through, sir) — and have largely yielded to harnesses as fashion statements, designed to show off the wearer’s pecs and nipples (as the Code22 harness does, quite satisfactorily).

Let’s dance

February 8, 2024

From the annals of visual allusion (bordering on parody or burlesque), this David Sipress cartoon in the 2/12&19/24 New Yorker:


(#1) A stripped-down, cartoonized, goofy reinterpretation of a key work of modern art, Matisse’s 1910 painting La Dance (the cartoonist is an old acquaintance on this blog; there is a Page here about my postings on his work)

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