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An Artist's Obligation
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At Harold’s suggestion we re-visited Lady Walton’s Gardens, a perfect place in which to cool off on a hot summer Sunday. In the ground’s museum we regarded a steel bust of Edith Sitwell.

What, I wondered, was this strange woman doing in a collection of the memorabilia of Sir William Walton? Well, Harold replied, the famous composer’s music was used as accompaniment to a public reading of her poem “Façade” in London in 1922, which caused a great angry commotion.

“It was entirely too avant-garde for the literary tastes of the time,” Harold said.
“Do I detect a certain admiration in your voice?” I asked.
Harold smiled. “Oh, yes. I strongly identify not only with her great love of learning, but also with her troubled upbringing. ‘My parents,’ she once said, ‘were strangers to me from the moment of my birth.’ Only if you have experienced such a disaster can you possibly understand it.’”
“Yes, to me the comment is incomprehensible.”

Harold leaned forward to get a closer look at the bust.

“I’m not familiar with the sculptor. But this stylization is a great compliment to the woman, who in real life was quite awkward looking.”
“The artist is obliged to transform what he or she encounters, don’t you think? As I am doing in my novel about Vittoria?”
“Indeed. But remember that odd yellow flower that caught our attention about a half hour ago?”
“Yes.”
“Sometimes reality requires no transformation. It’s odd enough as it is.”


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Oh, Edith Sitwell was certainly rather mask-like. Particularly in her later years.

What I find intriguing and inexplicable is that toward the end she converted to Catholicism. I can understand her angst regarding the extreme difficulty of lovers fully connecting…but I just can’t see the embracing of strict orthodoxy as liberating. Just me, I suppose.

i know nothing about sitwell but lots about embracing strict orthodoxy. it can feel like a liberation, because one is freed from the necessity to come up with all the answers oneself. it feels like a kind of holy rest. for me, the rest didn't last long. it can also be a way to try to manage a prickly conscience.

the photo of the tulip is stunning!

Hi there, no relation to this Post !
Please don't miss on that : http://www.livejournal.com/users/capricornsun/15003.html?nc=3
and that : http://www.livejournal.com/users/capricornsun/14508.html?nc=6
where you are directly concerned ...
Thanks ... Claudie
Oh and I must still let you know about the Chart I looked up but I've been 'disturbed' recently ...

Hello, Claudie...I'll send a postcard to Martine tomorrow...

Also, when I go that second URL it says it's a protected entry...

J

Thanks John that'll be wonderful and knowing your marvellous art taste I'm sure it will be beautiful as well.
The protected entry should be readable to you since we are on each other's friends list. It's just one of my recent Journal entries where I told everyone on my Friends list I was reading every one of them even if I don't always comment.
Always enjoy yours. SmileZ .. and thanks again. Claudie

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