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The Medieval Heart Notes

 

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Books

Dante's La Vita Nuova (new translation by Mark Musa)

Heather Webb: The Medieval Heart

Dante | Hafiz: Readings on the Sigh, the Gaze, and Beauty
by Franco Masciandaro, Peter Booth, Nicola Masciandaro (editor), Oyku Tekten

Robert Harrison: The Body of Beatrice

Ofer Gal and Raz Chen-Morris: Baroque Science

C.S Lewis, “Imagination and Thought in the Middle Ages,” in Studies in Medieval and Renaissance Literature (Canto)

Dana Stewart: The Arrow of Love: Optics, Gender, and Subjectivity in Medieval Love Poetry

PLATO'S EROS AND DANTE'S AMORE
JOSEPH ANTHONY MAZZEO
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Vol. 12 (1956), pp. 315-337

 

 

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The Heart of the Matter

 

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By Leanne Ogasawara 

 

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Portals to Heaven--Notes

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Notes:

I. Japan 

 1) Like the Jesus Prayer in the Christian Orthodox tradition, Pure Land Buddhists believe that through the repeated chanting of the nembutsu, one can achieve salvation.

++Interesting and moving documentary film about the Jesus prayer++

2)  Great online article about Pure Land Buddhism and art. 

3) DT Suzuki in his book, Buddha of Infinite Light, has an excellent explanation of jiriki (自力, one's own strength) versus  tariki (他力 meaning "other power", "outside help") are two terms in Japanese Buddhist schools that classify how one becomes spiritually enlightened. Jiriki is commonly practiced in Zen Buddhism. In Pure Land Buddhism, tariki often refers to the power of Amitābha Buddha. 

4) Other Books: Genshin's Ōjōyōshū and the Construction of Pure Land Discourse in Heian Japan, by Robert F. Rhodes & Pure Land Buddhist Painting, by Joji Okazaki

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5) It should be noted that Philip II was deeply influenced in his morbid pursuits by his father Charles V (Holy Roman emperor and king of Spain), who was one of the few emperors in history to actual give up power at only 54. It is a bit of a mystery what happened to make this warrior king (who people called caesar) suddenly abdicate and retreat into a remote monastery in the mountains; where he spent three years actively "preparing to die."

This included planning his own funeral, in which he practiced presiding over the rites, so as not to miss out.

He also commissioned an extraordinary painting from Titian, who was by then quite old. Now hanging in the Prado, it is my favorite work by Titian. It is absolutely massive. Staring up at it in the main hall, who couldn't be moved by its heavenly colors and the image of Charles V devoid of any royal trappings and wrapped in nothing but a white sheet, arms outstretched in humble supplication toward heaven.  Oh, wait, I take that back. I guess what with the doors of heavens being thrown open for him and the Trinity in all its Glory, there to greet him, maybe it wasn't so humble after all.

But looking at it, I couldn't help but again remember the raigo-zu paintings in Japan.

The portal was open to heaven and the Holy Trinity was there awaiting his arrival. We know that Charles V commissioned the painting in great detail and repeatedly asked his ambassadors in Rome to check on its progress. It was finally delivered and it was this painting that was installed in the room where he lie dying. La Gloria.  If its possible, his son Philip II outdid him, ostensibly building el Escorial for his father.  Philip II had a This great monument to the counter-Reformation was his baby. He had a hand in much of the planning and would design a small cell-like room just above the place where he would be interred after death, in the necropolis below. As you can see in the photo at left, the small room is mainly taken up by a four poster bed. Through the opening to the left, he had a direct view of the basilica altar so that he could still see the mass celebrated in his final weeks without getting out of bed. And what did he want to gaze upon as he lie dying?  

6) Recommended reading about el Escorial: Henry Kamen's: The Escorial: Art and Power in the Renaissance

7) Fuentes never-ending novel, Terra Nostra. 

8) About Charles V: Norwich's Four Princes: Henry VIII, Francis I, Charles V, Suleiman the Magnificent and the Obsessions that Forged Modern Europe 

 

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9) Books I loved:

Hieronymus Bosch: Visions and Nightmares
by Nils Büttner

 Cees Nooteboom's A Dark Premonition: Journeys to Hieronymus Bosch 

This is a book I wish I could have written ~~ To see a masterpiece at 21 and then go back and see it again at 82. How has the painting changed? How has the viewer changed? Is it even the same man? Can we moderns access the picture in the way Philip II did? Have our eyes changed so much?

Hieronymus Bosch: Garden of Earthly Delights
by Hans Belting

This old documentary is my favorite--both because I agree with his common-sense view of the picture and also because it opens with the triptych closed so you can feel something of the drama that the court must have felt when it was opened. 

MUST-SEE Bosch Garden of Dreams film (2019)

10) Have you heard of the German physiologist of enzyme fame, Wilhelm Kühne and his perhaps unfortunate pursuit of science of optography? Made famous by no less than Jules Verne and Robocop, this is the "science " of images becoming physically imprinted upon our retina at the moment of death. Not only are the implications for mystery books and detective crime solving enormous, but it also speaks to the practice of looking at pictures while dying. Not really, but, I still like this topic.  So, what picture would you want imprinted on your eyes as you lie dying? 

11) Don't miss:The Angel of the Left Bank: The Secrets of Delacroix's Parisian Masterpiece
by Jean-Paul Kauffmann

 

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12) I wrote this a few years ago: Dancing with the Dalai Lama

13) Don't miss Atul Gawande's Being Mortal

14) More than anything, I recommend In the Slender Margin

V Las Meninas

Books:

Laura Cummings: Vanishing Velasquez (I have read it four times!!)

Everything is Happening: Journey into a Painting, by Michael Jacobs

Jonathan Brown: In the Shadow of Velasquez

Another moving book about a picture: The Angel on the Left Bank: The Secrets of Delacroix’s Parisian Masterpiece

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Below: Provoking the spectator. “Las Meninas” by Joel Peter Witkin

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Library of Exile --Venice

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Venice is so full of surprises. We were there during the Biennale, but had no plans to visit any of the exhibitions. We were there for Titian, after all. So, I had no idea that Edmund de Waal had been invited. We stumbled on his exhibit, sharing campo space with the La Fenice. I am a huge fan--I have longed to see his pottery in person. And there it was, just through that door. 

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Words by de Waal.

I have made a library. During the Biennale it will be housed in the Ateneo, the beautiful 16th-century building near the Fenice opera house which has acted as a meeting place for two centuries. I’m taking over the Aula Magna room on the ground floor. Working here in Venice I realised that this whole project was a reflection on the power of translation. That the ghetto was a place of voices, of language in flux and that this was, in itself, a manifestation of Venice as the powerhouse of printing in Renaissance Europe. This was the city where Daniel Bomberg, a Christian printer from Antwerp, created the great edition of the Bablyonian Talmud in 1520-23. He worked with Jewish scholars and copyists to make books that hold the Hebrew text, an Aramaic translation and commentary within a single page. These beautiful books were ordered by distant Jewish communities from Aleppo to Frankfurt.

 

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So this is a new library of exile, a place that contains 2,000 books written by those who have been forced to leave their own country, or exiled within it. This is a history from Ovid and Tacitus, through Dante to Voltaire and Victor Hugo. It is the history of the 20th century, the century of Walter Benjamin, Thomas Mann and Joseph Roth, of Osip Mandelstam and Marina Tsvetaeva. It is dissidents. It is poets and novelists forced from their homes, Ai Qing in China and Czeslaw Milosz in Poland, Ismael Kadare in Albania. I think of the recent decades of extraordinary writers from Lebanon and Syria, the literature of exile of Iran, Palestine, Tunisia and Turkey.

 

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The external wall of the library is covered in porcelain, painted in liquid form over sheets of gold on which I have written a new text, a listing of the lost and erased libraries of the world, from Nineveh and Alexandria to the recent destruction of Timbuktu, Aleppo and Mosul. Inside this library is a quartet of new vitrines whose structure echoes Bomberg’s great Talmudic page.

This new library will be open for all readers from early May. There are books in 32 languages. There will be readings and conversations about literature, about history and translation, a new dance work, storytelling for children, and music. It will celebrate the idea that all languages are diasporic, that we need other people’s words, self-definitions and re-definitions in translation.

 

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It honours the words of André Aciman, himself an exile from Alexandria, that he understands himself “not as a person from a place, but as a person from a place across from that place. You are – and always are – from somewhere else.”

 

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Everything is plural here, one history reaching out to another, a palimpsest of voices. And this is where this project finds its core. I thought of how the psalms work as songs of exile from the city, the ever-present absence of Jerusalem. Of how much the psalms work as songs that move between the singular and the plural, the solitary voice and the tribal, anger and despair, lament and joy. And how the psalms are cornerstones of all three Abrahamic traditions.

This place is embedded in metaphor. It is on the edge of the world, it is a place of concentration, a place of powerlessness.

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There is another history, other metaphors. Sitting here I think of the great sweep of languages of this place, the mingling of high and low argot and slang, of the dialects and cultures of the German, Flemish, Persian, Ottoman, Spanish and Portuguese Jews alongside Italians, an almost unimaginable array of clothing, food and music. It was a place of constant translation, a testing ground for comprehension and nuance. It was noisy with learning, education, debate, poetry and music, liturgy and exegesis, with Hebrew as the only common denominator. I think of the great 17th-century Rabbi Leon da Modena, who wrote in his autobiography that he had practised 26 professions in his life, from teacher to cantor to judge, to composing poetry for gravestones, translating, printing and arranging marriages.

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The place was noisy with learning, education, debate, poetry and music … Hebrew the only common denominator

 

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Pottery

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Shipwrecked and Underwater

 

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“‎Life is a shipwreck, but we must not forget to sing in the lifeboats.” –Voltaire

ScreenHunter_1060 Mar. 09 10.30In heaven, there will be no more sea journeys, says Virgil. For much of human history, to journey by ship across open waters was thought of almost as an act of transgression. It was something requiring great temerity and audacity. It was therefore something not to be taken lightly.

Crossing boundaries, such journeys often ended in ruin.

Shipwrecked.

Vous êtes embarqués, says Pascal.

Life is a journey; indeed, we are already embarked. This is akin to Heidegger saying we are born into thrown-ness. Our human condition cannot be grasped outside of our everyday projects and situatedness. Everything we know is dependent on our environment (umwelt) and is a necessary reflection of these temporal and cultural limits. But we are also on personal voyages of discovery.

Well, that is maybe the rub. Many people turn their back on the sea and journeys. Our culture now is particularly risk-averse and so maybe this above is all more about the hero's journey…? For maybe heroes alone are brave enough to risk storms and drowning? Montaigne, for example, following Horace strongly recommended NOT going to sea–not ever. Since the rational choice for man is to stay on shore.

Heroes risk everything by setting out to sea.

No, I don't think that's true. For the winds of fate are arbitrary and storms and disaster might find us no matter what–which is why this metaphor was so popular with the Stoic philosophers. For them, the goal was to cultivate one's character so that no matter what disaster strike, the philosopher will be capable of coming out of the catastrophe unharmed by the strength his own self-possession alone. Thus, Montaigne wrote:

The mariner of old said to Neptune in a great tempest, “O God! thou mayest save me if thou wilt, and if thou wilt thou mayest destroy me; but whether or no, I will steer my rudder true.”

Man is shipwrecked in his own existence, says philosopher Hans Blumenberg.

I love that.

My mom would call it a blessing in disguise. I would call it just the way the cookie crumbles.

It’s like Candide, if he hadn't been kicked out of his homeland, if he hadn't met with a shipwreck and washed unto Lisbon shores only there to be almost killed in a mega-earthquake; if he gone up against the Inquisition, if he hadn't traveled across America on foot, if he hadn't killed a baron, if he hadn't lost all his sheep in Eldorado, well, then he wouldn't have ended up sitting there in Constantinople eating some nice candied citron and pistachios where he would dream of spending his days cultivating his garden…

 

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The Pregnant Madonna

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Jorie Graham wrote an unforgettable poem about the madonna as well, called "San Sepolchro."

The poet “places” the Madonna in San Sepolchro; despite the fact that it is really located down the road in Monterchi (not far from the painter's birth city of San Sepolchro, but Monterchi was the town where his mother was born).

Graham must have been unable to resist the image of San Sepolchro–being named after the Holy Sepulcher….the ending of the story.

And so the poet beckons you in…..

“Come in, I will take you to see God being born…”

Here is the poem:

In this blue light
I can take you there,
snow having made me
a world of bone
seen through to. This
is my house,

my section of Etruscan
wall, my neighbor’s
lemontrees, and, just below
the lower church,
the airplane factory.
A rooster

crows all day from mist
outside the walls.
There’s milk on the air,
ice on the oily
lemonskins. How clean
the mind is,

holy grave. It is this girl
by Piero
della Francesca, unbuttoning
her blue dress,
her mantle of weather,
to go into

labor. Come, we can go in.
It is before
the birth of god. No one
has risen yet
to the museums, to the assembly
line—bodies

and wings—to the open air
market. This is
what the living do: go in.
It’s a long way.
And the dress keeps opening
from eternity

to privacy, quickening.
Inside, at the heart,
is tragedy, the present moment
forever stillborn,
but going in, each breath
is a button

coming undone, something terribly
nimble-fingered
finding all of the stops.

It was the great Soviet film maker Andrei Tarkovsky who perhaps made her most famous of all. Having traveled hundreds of miles across Italy to see this particular work of art, the Madonna del Parto appears prominently in his masterpiece, Nostalghia.

In this fascinating article about Tarkovsky's use of the Madonna in his film, the author James Macgillivray, begins by describing the history of the fresco– from its removal from the 13th century Romanesque church, where it was originally installed around 1460, to being left as part of the remaining chapel when the majority of the nave was destroyed to create a cemetery in the late 18th century.Macgillivray is painstaking in explaining the way the painting was utterly removed from its context as part of a church, with much of the original architectural frame being lost along the way. It's quite an interesting story –albeit one that has occurred over and over. Apparently, when Tarkovsky first saw the Madonna in 1979, the picture was being prepared for its eventual removal to a museum–to be cut off forever from its religious and ritualistic context. The Madonna had a long history of veneration by women in the village who were trying to conceive babies. Maybe, suggests Macgillivray, this is why the filmmaker decided to use a very different location some 80 miles away for his 1982 film. It was a better site to replicate the original setting for the Madonna, says Macgillevray. That is, Tarkovsky wanted to put the picture back in what he imagined was its original context.

 

 

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a poem to cross a desert with (採菊東籬下)

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David Hinton, in his wonderful book Hunger Mountain talks about what great teachers mountains can be; how they were believed to dramatically manifest the vast forces and generative powers of the cosmos. Hence, they were perfect places for sages to dwell. Thatch Hut was particularly renown. Now a world heritage site, I did a translation about Zhangjiajie National Park about ten years ago for a Japanese documentary. Of course, it featured the famous poem, written by one of the legendary sages of Thatch Mountain: Tao Yuanming (also known as, Tao Qian 陶潛).

I fell so in love with that poem.

Especially the famous line  採菊東籬下-- Plucking chrysanthemums by the eastern fence. It is a popular subject for the seals of gentlemen retiring as the phrase alone, I think, sums up perfectly the serenity achieved by a life of cultivation and at the end of the hero's journey. Here is my translation below:

 

飲酒詩     陶淵明
結盧在人境 而無車馬喧
問君何能爾 心遠地自偏
採菊東籬下 悠然見南山
山氣日夕佳 飛鳥相與還
此還有真意 欲辨已忘言

Drinking Wine (#5)–Tao Yuanming
I’ve built my house where others dwell
And yet there is no clamor of carriages and horses
You ask me how this is possible– (And so I say):
When the heart is far, one is transported
I pluck chrysanthemums under the eastern fence
And serenely I gaze at the southern mountains
At dusk, the mountain air is good
Flocks of flying birds are returning home
In this, there is a great truth
But wanting to explain it, I forget the words (my trans)

 

But now look at Hinton's:

Drinking Wine

 
I live here in this busy village without
all that racket horses and carts stir up
 
and you wonder how that could ever be.
Wherever the mind dwells apart is itself
 
a distant place. Picking chrysanthemums
at my eastern fence, I see South Mountain
 
far off: air lovely at dusk, birds in flight
Going home. All this means something.
 
Something absolute: whenever I start
to explain it, I forget words altogether
 
Okay, I much prefer mine--though I think my southern mountains is a mistranslation probably. Also it is fantastic the way he retained those symmetrical stanzas.
Regarding the second stanza, the forth line in mine, Hinton says this:
"To understand Thatch Hut Mountain is to take on the nature of the mountain, to live outside the human realm of words and concepts, like those in these chapters, outside even the self to which the name refers. This was a spiritual practice for the ancients, a practice that was ideally cultivated whereever one happened to be, including noisy towns and cities--as in the poem. 
 
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Looking back at this old blog post, I re-read this poem which someone there shared--feels so long ago:

. . .The wild twister pulls me out
How to return to that mid-field
It should be south, but then north
Saying east, but no, west
Drifting drifting, where should I land
... Quick death and again living
Flutter-float around Eight swamps
In succession passing Five Mountains
Flowing, turning, no constant place:
Who knows my hurt?
The wish to be mid forest grass
Autumn: by wild-fires burned
Annihilation: is there no pain?
The wish for root connection"

from Alas by Ts'ao Chih
trans. Eric Sackheim

 

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In case you were wondering, this is how you open a sliding door

My tea friends were forever teasing me because of my last name.

Ogasawara is the name of a famous school of etiquette.

So each time I did something clumsy

--something that happened many, many times--

they always wondered how somehow of the Ogasawara clan could be so clueless!

 

 

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Titian in Venice

High altar[This was posted at Vox Nova on Monday. I really love that blog--this is my second post there.]

It started off as another failed art pilgrimage.

When I told our tour guide on our first day in Venice that I had come to see Titian's masterpiece, her face fell. 

Oh, I am sorry to be the one to tell you this, but the picture is being restored. 

When she saw the look on my face, she quickly added, They have a wonderful reproduction in its place though.

Well, they did have a wonderful reproduction. In the two-dimensional digital photograph, at right, you probably can't tell that it is a reproduction. If she hadn't told us, I might not have noticed!

Still, I was bitterly disappointed.  

Rightly considered the great masterpiece of his early period, the Assumption of the Virgin ordinarily hangs in the place for which it was created; in the high altar of the Basilica di Santa Maria Gloriosa dei Frari. Known affectionately in Venice as "the Frari," the basilica was consecrated the same year that Columbus arrived in the Americas. A great barn of a church, it looms almost too large for the small parcel of land to which it has been given. A wealthy and vital monastic center at the heart of Venice, it is perhaps most famous for the works of art it displays in its cavernous interior.

Early in his career, Titian was commissioned to create a painting of the Virgin for the high altar. 

Saint Mary in Glory.

It was for this that the church was named: this moment when Mary was "assumed" up to heaven. That Mary was born Immaculate was a belief of the Franciscans. Although bitterly contested by the Dominicans for centuries, it had been sanctified as doctrine by the Franciscan Pope Sextus IV in 1477. In the painting, we see the moment when Mary--depicted as a young women-- is assumed to heaven, where she is crowned Queen. 

Titian frariCreated on twenty-one cedar panels joined together by sixty walnut pegs, the seven foot tall painting is installed over the altar in the frame for which it was created. The Frari is unique in having one of Italy's only surviving intact choir screens, and the arch of the screen serves to wonderfully frame the work again. So, when seen from the far end of the nave, the picture appears strikingly to be double framed.  

I was intent to see this work, considered by the sculptor Canova as, "the greatest painting in the world;" and by Ruskin --cryptically --as being one of the few pictures which are truly religious.

In the swirl of the miracle--a spiraling swoosh by which Mary is raised up to heaven to the amazement of the apostles standing below, people have imagined they could hear music. British poet Arthur Symons described the work as being a "symphony of color... a symphony of movement.. a symphony of light without a cloud--a symphony of joy in which the heavens and earth sing Hallelujah."

And the legendary art historian Bernard Berenson declared the angels to be "Embodied joys, acting on our nerves like the rapturous outburst of the orchestra at the end of "Parsifal."  

So, I had traveled to Venice not just see the picture --but to hear it, as well. 

We had chosen to stay in the Cannaregio district, not five minutes from Titian's house. 

Born in the mountains to the north of Venice, Titian spent most of his life in Venice, just a stone's throw from the Fondamenta Nuove, where today's Venetians catch the vaporetti --water buses--going to the outlying islands. Nowadays, the house where Titian lived is humble, behind walls. The original property has been divided up countless times, leaving no real remains from the 16th century. But there is a plaque.

And the square near the house is also named after the artist. 

These days, Cannaregio is described as a more working-class neighborhood.

And what is left of the property does not give any impression of what was in Titian's day a gigantic property, with gardens and a house so large it was at the time known as the casa grande. As Mark Hudson says in his fantastic book, Titian: The Last Days, by the standards of the time, Titian was a multimillionaire. 

Titian's house backDespite the fact that he lived and worked his entire life in Venice, most of his greatest works are to be found elsewhere--especially in Madrid and London.

Indeed, in today's Venice, there are only a handful of great Titian masterpieces to be seen.

Of these masterpieces, one is supremely moving. 

It might not have made my list of "must sees" if the Assumption had been on display in the Frari. But, thanks to Mark Hudson's book, I knew there was one other great masterpiece to be seen in Venice. 

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The artist had always intended to be buried in his hometown in the mountains, and he painted the picture for his tomb. However, before he died, he had several altercations with people back home. This led him to change his mind and go forward with a burial in the Frari-- the place not just of his famed Assumption but of another of his great masterpieces, the Pesaro Altarpiece. He wanted to be buried near the Pieta, so he gave it as well to the Frari. 

But Titian being Titian, he became unhappy with the place where they decided to hang the painting, so demanded it back! The argument with the friars of the Frari went all the way to the Papal Nuncio in Venice. Eventually, the friars reluctantly returned the painting to Titian. Scholars believe that he probably intended to go back to his first plan and be buried in his hometown, but before things could be worked out, he died during the plague of 1576. He was then buried in the Frari in Venice, where he remains today. 

Nowadays, the picture is kept in Venice's Gallerie dell'Accademia. It hangs in a very long, narrow hallway, where it is difficult to see properly. Not only is it hard to gain the distance necessary to view the picture in its entirety, but worse, there is a terrible glare from poor lightening.

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In the darkened place outside the tomb, Mary is cradling the lifeless body of her Son, the Christ; with Mary Magdalene in disturbed motion to the left, hands raised in dread.

Tragically, at the bottom right, under the architectural element shaped like a lion is a votive picture of Titian and his son on their knees praying to a picture of the Pietà --in all probability praying to be spared of the plague that eventually killed them both. 

Despite the terrible glare of the lights and despite the painting's challenging location, I was utterly floored. For in the gloomy darkness of death, there we find the great Titian, clothed in red like Saint Jerome; who--in the words of Mark Hudson-- is humbled; fallen to his knees, he is crawling toward God. Reaching out to touch Jesus' limp hand, you can almost taste the horror of what has happened, as the greatest artist in the world --this man who had everything-- takes the hand of his Lord (pale against his own living flesh)--to beg for salvation. 

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Highly recommended reading:

Mark Hudson's Titian: The Last Days  & Sheila Hale's Titian: His Life

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A Selection of Takamura Kotaro Poems

Kevin mcnameeArt by Kevin McNamee-Tweed

 

Very happy to see several of my Chieko Poem translations appearing in University of Iowa's journal of literary translations EXCHANGES

See here. 

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