tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37234648047872466862024-03-12T20:31:44.502-07:00Rêves SiciliensUne libre rêverie visuelle et poétique autour du Baron W. von Gloeden (1856-1931)Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger294125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723464804787246686.post-91736756201406188222019-11-23T10:44:00.000-08:002019-11-23T10:44:03.732-08:00"We need to talk....Please... "<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Wilhelm von Gloeden (Private collection)</div>
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Wilhelm von Gloeden — Albumen Print — Details — Private collection</div>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723464804787246686.post-14557066964781579032019-10-25T11:22:00.002-07:002019-10-25T11:27:10.469-07:00Smile<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Von Gloeden — Albumen print (detail) — July 1897</div>
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"Il Signore Barone was so funny... He spoke Italian with a weird German accent... And instead of "si", he said "ja ja ja"... So funny...</div>
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This photo was shot at the San Domenico monastery, in the cloister. Il Barone asked us to undress. The both of us were nude... Actually, at the time, we were used to hang on with our friends totally naked... At the beach, while swimming, while fishing... And sometimes in the mountain as well, at the peak of the heatwave, when we were looking after our fathers goats...</div>
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At that time, I did not understand why Il Signore Barone wanted us to be naked... He was telling us about poets, gods and heroes, about Greeks and Romans, about the beauty of youth, about art and painting...</div>
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Il Signore Barone was very kind to us... He was generous too, and he offered small gifts, sometimes money for the photo session. </div>
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Usually, it took quite a lot of time. Il Barone was checking the light, the background. He was cleaning us when we were a bit dirty and dusty, after working in the mountain or in the fields of olive-trees...</div>
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He was fine tuning our poses arms, legs, face, gaze, the way we should stand up, the way we should look at him.</div>
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Il Signore Gloeden was a true artist, like a painter, and sometimes like a sculptor, when he touched us to turn our body in the right direction, to have the best view on the small of our backs, on our shoulders, on our chests, on our tighs and legs...</div>
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"Don't move, don't breathe ! Bellisimi ragazzi, perfetto, grazie tanto, ja ja ja ja ja !"</div>
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You probably wonder why I am smiling that way on this photograph...I tried hard to stop a laughter actually...</div>
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You know why ? Because while we were standing on each side of this column, with my friend, totally naked, il Padre Alberto, il Priest di Taormina, entered the cloister.<br />
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He saw us. he raised his eyes to heaven and we heard: "Madre Dio Madonna Gesu Paster noster Ave Maria..."</div>
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Il Barone waved to him: "Hello hello, Padre, buon giorno !!!"</div>
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Il Padre Alberto and il Signore Gloeden were wery good friends, actually... Today, I suspect that Alberto was not totally unconcerned about Gloeden's photographs and the boys of Taormina...</div>
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Perhaps Il Signore gave him an albumen print of this photo, shot in the San Domenico's cloister, in july 1897, if I remember correctly...</div>
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So this is why I smile on this photograph... And just thinking about the Padre entering the cloister and looking at the two of us, standing nude on each side of the column, makes me laugh again today, so many years after..."<br />
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Von Gloeden Archive, <i>Handwritten diary of G. T. </i>, 1930. Call number: 1930/18<br />
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(GT was featured on many Gloeden's photographs. He was one of his favorite models) <br />
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Blossoming almond-trees</div>
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The spring is coming...</div>
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Taormina, at the end of XIXc century</div>
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Wilhelm von Gloeden — Albumen print — Private collection </div>
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Von Gloeden — Albumen print — ca 1899 — Detail</div>
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Les photographies de von Gloeden racontent des histoires. Elles s'inscrivent dans une tradition, dans une mythologie. Elles sont des poèmes visuels, la traduction visuelle des épigrammes de Straton, Méléagre et autres poètes de la Muse garçonnière. Elles disent le désir et la séduction, la beauté et la jeunesse, l'essence des garçons et l'initiation vers l'âge adulte...</div>
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Qui étais-tu, jeune homme au si beau visage ? </div>
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Quel était ton nom, garçon de Taormina ?</div>
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Who where you, cute lad with such a beautiful face?</div>
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Were you a shepherd in the mountains?</div>
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I will remember and think about you</div>
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The portrait I bought from you is now framed and it is on the wall of my bedroom !</div>
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It makes me dream... It reminds me so many fond memories of my stay in Taormina, last spring...</div>
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Since I attended the photo session, and I remember quite well where and when it took place, I can easily decipher the face expression of your delicious model... Giovanni ? Luigi ? Marco... I am confused...</div>
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But I remember... You told him stories... You read poems... Theocritus and Strato's poems, if I am correct...</div>
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You told him: "Bellissimo, perfetto, bellissimo ragazzo... Don't move, don't breathe !"</div>
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I had the idea of the flower between his lips... "Brilliant idea !" you said...</div>
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It was spring in Taormina... Everything was blossoming, trees and... boys...<br />
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I love so much this photo, dear Wilhelm... And your model from Taormina too, obviously... He is gorgeous... So classical... He could be a boy from IIId century BC... He is the dreamt ephebe... I just love him... He is my dream, my icon... Please tell him... I am sure he reminds me...</div>
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I will try to visit you again next spring... </div>
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Wilhelm, your photographic art is the mirror of my heart, of my soul...</div>
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Von Gloeden, <i>Portrait of Pasqualino Stracuzzi.</i></div>
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Thanks so much for this so beautiful portrait of my favorite Taormina boy, Pasqualino...<br />
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He is so beautiful, so expressive, so unique...<br />
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Bellissimo ragazzo, molto bello...<br />
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There is no beauty without spirituality.<br />
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There is no body without a soul.<br />
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There is no love without a cult.<br />
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I still remember fondly my stay at Taormina, last fall, and my visit at your house.<br />
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And I am so grateful for meeting Pasqualino and having some... well... some private and intimate time with him...<br />
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I love him. I love him so much. He is just so... Well, you know...<br />
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I adore this new portrait of him...<br />
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I imagine he is praying: "Please, come back... Come back soon... I miss you..."<br />
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Please, Wilhelm, my friend, tell him; I miss him too. I miss him so badly.<br />
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I hope to travel to Sicily at the end of spring. When cherry trees are blossoming, as the boys of Taormina...<br />
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Please, Wilhelm, my friend, please tell Pasqualino that I will be back soon.<br />
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And that my first time in Taormina will be for him...<br />
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We will meet again in his so delicious casa, at the top of the village.<br />
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I know how to enter the house (and his room !) without being heard or noticed by his parents... I know his father does not know... !<br />
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Yours, as always...<br />
<br />
Edwin, from Baltimore<br />
Novembre 1899"<br />
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Von Gloeden Archive, <i>Letter from Edwin to W. von Gloeden</i>, November 1899. Call number: 1899/27. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723464804787246686.post-17273799479271073492017-04-21T10:47:00.002-07:002019-09-26T11:43:54.242-07:00Amours Secrètes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My dear Pasqualino,<br />
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You are, as you know, my favorite ephebe among all the Taormina lads who surrounded Wilhelm von Gloeden, at the beginning of the XXth century...<br />
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When I visited Taormina, in the '80s of the XXth century, you were still alive... You were an old man, and perhaps I met you in the streets of Taormina, or at a trattoria or a bar, drinking a cappucino or a grappa... You were during most of your life a gardener, and if I am well informed, you were the gardener of the San Domenico Hotel, which was previously a monastery with an infamous cloister, where Gloeden shot so many pics of nude boys....<br />
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I have many portraits of you, in your blossoming years, and I always loved your so expressive face, with those great eyes, this curly brune hair...<br />
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You were, and you still are, the ideal ephebe of Greek poets and philosophers, and I am sure Theocritus or Euripides, Socrates or Plato would have noticed you... I am sure they would have written erotic epigrams about you... Such a cute teen boy would have inspired Strato while writing the poems of his <i>Mousa Paidiké</i>...<br />
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We are already in 2017, January the 6th... You are now dust and ashes in the cemetery of Taormina, and next time I will travel to Sicily, I will visit you and offer you flowers from the Taormina's mountains...<br />
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I will also drink a glass of Sicilian red wine, and I will pour a few drops on your grave, while reciting a few verses from Euripides' <i>Bacchae</i>...<br />
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Don't worry, my dear Pasqualino... There is someone who remembers the blossoming boy you were...<br />
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There is someone who is still in love with you....<br />
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I love you, Pasqualino....<br />
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Butterfly<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723464804787246686.post-88755003444089928362016-12-04T01:14:00.002-08:002016-12-04T01:14:59.407-08:00The Prince of Taormina<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"I die of love for him, perfect in every way,</div>
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Lost in the strains of wafting music.</div>
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My eyes are fixed upon his delightful body</div>
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And I do not wonder at his beauty.</div>
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His waist is a sapling, his face a moon,</div>
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And loveliness rolls off his rosy cheek</div>
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I die of love for you, but keep this secret:</div>
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The tie that binds us is an unbreakable rope.</div>
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How much time did your creation take, O angel?</div>
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So what! All I want is to sing your praises."</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723464804787246686.post-70514189889870549822016-11-30T11:03:00.004-08:002016-11-30T11:03:59.443-08:00Corydon and Alexis: Arcadian Love<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The shepherd Corydon with love was fired </div>
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For fair Alexis, his own master's joy: </div>
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No room for hope had he, yet, none the less, </div>
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The thick-leaved shadowy-soaring beech-tree grove </div>
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Still would he haunt, and there alone, as thus, </div>
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To woods and hills pour forth his artless strains. </div>
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"Cruel Alexis, heed you naught my songs? </div>
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Have you no pity? you'll drive me to my death. </div>
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Now even the cattle court the cooling shade </div>
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And the green lizard hides him in the thorn: </div>
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Now for tired mowers, with the fierce heat spent, </div>
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Pounds Thestilis her mess of savoury herbs, </div>
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Wild thyme and garlic. I, with none beside, </div>
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Save hoarse cicalas shrilling through the brake, </div>
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Still track your footprints 'neath the broiling sun. </div>
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Better have borne the petulant proud disdain </div>
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Of Amaryllis, or Menalcas wooed, </div>
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Albeit he was so dark, and you so fair! </div>
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Trust not too much to colour, beauteous boy; </div>
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White privets fall, dark hyacinths are culled. </div>
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You scorn me, Alexis, who or what I am </div>
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Care not to ask- how rich in flocks, or how </div>
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In snow-white milk abounding: yet for me </div>
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Roam on Sicilian hills a thousand lambs; </div>
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Summer or winter, still my milk-pails brim. </div>
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I sing as erst Amphion of Circe sang, </div>
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What time he went to call his cattle home </div>
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On Attic Aracynthus. Nor am I </div>
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So ill to look on: lately on the beach </div>
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I saw myself, when winds had stilled the sea, </div>
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Daphnis to challenge, though yourself were judge. </div>
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Ah! were you but content with me to dwell. </div>
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Some lowly cot in the rough fields our home, </div>
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Shoot down the stags, or with green osier-wand </div>
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Round up the straggling flock! There you with me </div>
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In silvan strains will learn to rival Pan. </div>
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Pan first with wax taught reed with reed to join; </div>
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For sheep alike and shepherd Pan hath care. </div>
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Nor with the reed's edge fear you to make rough </div>
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Your dainty lip; such arts as these to learn </div>
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What did Amyntas do?- what did he not? </div>
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A pipe have I, of hemlock-stalks compact </div>
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In lessening lengths, Damoetas' dying-gift: </div>
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'Mine once,' quoth he, 'now yours, as heir to own.' </div>
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Foolish Amyntas heard and envied me. </div>
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Ay, and two fawns, I risked my neck to find </div>
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In a steep glen, with coats white-dappled still, </div>
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From a sheep's udders suckled twice a day- </div>
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These still I keep for you; which Thestilis </div>
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Implores me oft to let her lead away; </div>
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And she shall have them, since my gifts you spurn. </div>
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Come hither, beauteous boy; for you the Nymphs </div>
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Bring baskets, see, with lilies brimmed; for you, </div>
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Plucking pale violets and poppy-heads, </div>
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Now the fair Naiad, of narcissus flower </div>
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And fragrant fennel, doth one posy twine- </div>
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With cassia then, and other scented herbs, </div>
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Blends them, and sets the tender hyacinth off </div>
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With yellow marigold. I too will pick </div>
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Quinces all silvered-o'er with hoary down, </div>
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Chestnuts, which Amaryllis wont to love, </div>
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And waxen plums withal: this fruit no less </div>
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Shall have its meed of honour; and I will pluck </div>
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You too, ye laurels, and you, ye myrtles, near, </div>
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Should gifts decide the day. Alack! alack! </div>
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What misery have I brought upon my head!- </div>
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Loosed on the flowers Siroces to my bane, </div>
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In wanton sport the flowering cytisus, </div>
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To twice their length with the departing sun, </div>
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This photograph was used as a postcard around 1910.</div>
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It is an Arcadian dream... Boys singing and dancing, celebrating a Greek god... Apollo ? Or Dionysius ? I guess Dionysius...</div>
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This scene takes place in the wilderness, above Taormina's village... Nobody else than von Gloeden was looking at these naked boys dancing together, or listening to the music of the young flute player...</div>
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"Listen to me, ragazzi... You are now the <i>kaloi paides</i>, the <i>kala meirakia</i>, the <i>formosi pueri</i> of Callimachus, Theocritus and Vergil... Apollo and Dionysius are watching you ! Eros is watching you too ! So, no bad jokes, play it nice, please ! Sing and dance, and freeze when I make a photoshot ! Grazie mille, ragazzi !"</div>
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<a href="http://galerieaubonheurdujour.blogspot.fr/2014/08/du-24-septembre-au-22-novembre-2014.html"><b>Du 24 septembre au 22 novembre 2014 : Exposition Lehnert et Landrock - Tunisie 1905-1910</b></a></div>
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Galerie Au Bonheur du Jour</div>
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Le photographe Rudolf Lehnert et son associé Ernst Landrock s’installent en 1904 à Tunis. La formation de Lehnert à l’Institut des Arts Graphiques de Vienne, nous fait découvrir des photographies dont la composition est proche de la peinture, empreintes de pureté et de poésie.<br />
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Scènes de la vie quotidienne, portraits, dunes, oasis, les mythiques images de nus féminins et quelques nus de garçons très rares.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3723464804787246686.post-21314948099091613752014-08-31T23:48:00.001-07:002014-08-31T23:48:36.208-07:00New Acquisition: von Plüschow (1852-1930)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This magnificent albumen photograph was shot in Pompéi by Wilhelm von Plüschow ca 1890.</div>
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The homoerotic overtones are mixed with a subtle melancholia, like a meditation about fate and the feeting time, and indeed about Pompéi's destruction in 79 AD. </div>
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I would like to share with you some of my recent findings: Wilhelm von Plüschow's vintage photographs, shot in Athens, Pompei and I guess Napoli. I think the photograph above was shot in Napoli... Could someone please confirm ?<br />
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The authentic vintage photographs I will post during the few next days are parts of a vintage album that was recently dismantled by a German dealer.<br />
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My friend Nicole Canet (<a href="http://www.aubonheurdujour.net/" target="_blank">Au bonheur du Jour</a>) bought some photographs from this album. I bought other ones from it.<br />
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Unfortunately, I don't know who was the owner of the original album, that is who bought these photographs from Plüschow himself... I just can guess he was a German man, it would have been interesting to know more about his life... <br />
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The photograph below was shot in the Dionysius Theater, down below Athens Acropolis. I don't know if von Plüschow visited Athens with his favorite Italian models (boy friends ?) or if these boys are Greek young men...<br />
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Perhaps someone among my erudite reader will clear up this point...<br />
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A last thing: you are free to download and repost these pics.<br />
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I bought them, they are parts of my personal collection, but I want to share them with you...<br />
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Dear visitors, readers and fans of "Rêves Siciliens",<br />
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First I should apologize for this long pause... Life is sometimes too hectic and busy...<br />
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"Rêves Siciliens", as any other utopia, needs serenity, time, feeling... Perhaps I lost them for a while...<br />
<br />I am happy, anyway, to see my blog has still visitors, and that it became one of the places to visit on the web, for anyone interested in Taormina and von Gloeden, and more generally in vintage photography...<br />
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I cannot guarantee I will post on a daily basis...<br />
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But I will try to keep this blog alive, as long as it has visitors...<br />
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Kind regards to all<br />
<br />Butterfly <br />
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Sommes-nous sûrs de connaître l'art photographique de von Gloeden ?<br />
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Est-ce qu'il y a des photographies de Wilhelm von Gloeden rares, inédites, jamais vues ?<br />
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Ce nouveau livre édité par Nicole Canet, accompagnant son exposition, offre 220 reproductions de photographies rares, introuvables, uniques...<br />
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Nus et portraits, scènes de genre, l'Arcadie imaginaire du maître de la photographie homoérotique au seuil du XXe siècle...<br />
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Are we sure to know the whole extent of von Gloeden's photographic art ?</div>
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Are there rare, unpublished, unseen von Gloeden's photographs ?</div>
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This new book, just published by Nicole Canet, as a catalogue of the current exhibition in her gallery, offers 220 reproductions of rare, unique, vintage photographs...</div>
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Nudes and portraits, scenes de genre, such is the dreamt Arcadia of the master of homoerotic photography at the threshold of the XXth c....</div>
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Du 16 avril au 28 juin 2014 :<br /><br />Exposition-vente<br />von GLOEDEN, von PLÜSCHOW, Vincenzo GALDI <br />Beautés siciliennes</div>
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Galerie au Bonheur du Jour<br />Nicole Canet <br />11 rue Chabanais<br />75002 PARIS<br />FRANCE<br /><br />Catalogue de l'exposition :<br /><br />Photographies 1880-1915 - Portraits, Scènes de genre, Nus<br />Édition limitée à 950 exemplaires numérotés à la main<br />248 pages, RELIÉ, 220 nouvelles photos<br />Certaines images très rares.<br />Biographie de chacun des trois auteurs<br />ISBN 978-2-9532351-7-3<br /><br />65 euros</div>
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Roma, Accademia di S. Luca. Putto (Raffaele)</div>
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Roma, Angelo del Monumento degli Stuardi, San Pietro</div>
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Edit. Brunner & C Como e Zurich, Stab. eliografico</div>
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