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An occasional blog on beautiful and wise books,  book writing,

book translation, and the reading experience.

Updated: Aug 18, 2023



In the year 1670, at the height of glory of Louis XIV, and before rebellions and unlucky foreign wars dimmed somewhat the brilliance of the Sun-King, his cousin and sister-in-law, Henriette d'Angleterre, daughter of the unlucky Charles I of England, wife of Phillip d’Orleans, staged a bloodless game: a head-to-head duel between two court dramatists, the aging Pierre Corneille (1606-1684) and the up-and-coming Jean Racine (1639-1699), both of whom were commissioned to produce a play on the subject of Berenice, Queen of the Jews.


Performed a week apart at the end of November 1670, the two plays caused a furor, a loud war of words and pamphlets between two cultural (and, therefore, as always in France, political) factions—the supporters of one or the other. It was a war conclusively won by the new man. Broken by his defeat, Corneille never wrote another play. For Racine, this victory marked his rise to power. In 1672 he was elevated to a seat in the Academie and went on to compose, in short order, his greatest plays: Bajazet (1672), Mithridate (1673), Iphigénie (1674) and Phèdre (1677).

The French ruckus caused a veritable cultural tsunami across the landscape of European courts, all of which rushed to stage their own versions of the story, whether in dramatic, or poetic, or operatic, or graphic form. As a result, the amount of “Titus and Berenice” output deposited in the deep layers of European culture is staggering; Racine’s play remains on the playbill in France until this day. As a result, most Europeans have heard of Titus and Berenice: the title rings a bell even if most today cannot say which church is tolling.




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Updated: Aug 5, 2023



Mount up, Madonnas, Madonnas,

Your teams-of-six, of six!

Your steeds hang hooves in the air

They wait, adozing, they wait!

Each chariot is painted tri-color,

Each team is of three coats:

The vault, the oak, the carrot!


Then stir the divine Madonnas,

the hundred horses start!

They spin like a vinyl record

The record that goes this:


Flash by the thoroughbreads!

The saddle lambrekins

The blazing colors of chariots

Flowery, decorative

In each, face-to-face,

Madonna and Madonna,

In her ageless pose remains

bent backwards bent backwards

--white horses

--chariot!

--black horses

--chariot!

--bay horses

--chariot!

Magnificat!


And they

In Leonardo's frowns

In the twists of Raphael

In rounded flames, in cages of ropes,

In the suburbs, on a Sunday.

Madonna and Madonna

Who knows which one's asleep

And which one is inspired

--a team-of-six

--and two!

--a team-of-six

--and two!

--a team-of-six

--the two!

What madness!


And then the carousel slows

Repeats the fading chorus

the fading cho-

Rapha

el Mado

nnas

donnas

sub

urban

sub


----


Mount up

the teams-of-six!


Miron Białoszewski, 1956


The poem is said to have been inspired by a carousel in a suburban fairground but combines elements of sacrum and profanum. The art song featured at the top emphasizes the former.







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