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“The Addictions of Sin: W. H. Auden in His Own Words” (BBC Four)

I’m linking here to a terrific documentary produced by BBC Four to celebrate the centenary of W. H. Auden’s birth in 1907.  It’s a superb biopic — thanks to Youtube user Andrey Shulyatyev for uploading this.

One thing that occurred to me as I watched this was the resilience of Auden’s pursuit of love and beauty despite his first-hand witness of the most terrible and ugly things — the violent rise of fascism in Germany, the Second Sino-Japanese War, and the devastation of post-World War II Germany. And this resilience was reflected in his work ethic even until his death in 1973.

 

Poster for “Frommes Kalender,” Koloman Moser, 1899

Color lithograph.

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F. Scott Fitzgerald reads from William Shakespeare’s “Othello”

Act I, Scene 3.

 

The war is over, Charles. You can go home.

Rest easy, David Ogden Stiers.  He died at age 77.

 

My mediocre mountain shots.

March 2018.  One of the things that I love about Roanoke is how its mountains are obscured on overcast days by low-lying clouds.  It’s the kind of thing that would have been unheard of where I grew up — on the uniformly flat Long Island.  I doubt the novelty of it will ever fully erode.

 

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W. H. Auden reads “The More Loving One”

Youtube user ScientificUnity created and uploaded this.  It’s a beautifully edited video and the audio of W. H. Auden is quite clear.

 

“An Irish Airman Foresees His Death,” by W. B. Yeats (read by Eric Robert Nolan)

I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate
Those that I guard I do not love;
My country is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan’s poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public man, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.

 

“Memento Mori,” Andrea Previtali, circa 1502

Panel.

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A discussion of W. B. Yeats’ “An Irish Airman Foresees His Death” (Ms. Dempster)

Here’s a really terrific breakdown of W. B. Yeats’ “An Irish Airman Foresees His Death” — it’s easy to understand and definitely gives the viewer some insights into the poem’s meaning and construction.

I know that this is probably a strange thing to get hung up on, but I’m a little confused about how this poem’s title is supposed to be capitalized.  (I keep seeing versions of it where the words “foresees his” are not capitalized.)

 

“Head of Judas,” Giovanni Antonio Boltraffio (after Leonardo da Vinci), late 15th Century

Pencil, black chalk, paste and watercolor.

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