#chatterton

“Théophile Gautier, writing about the effect of Vigny’s Chatterton on the youth of Paris, said that in the nineteenth-century night one could practically hear the crack of the solitary pistols.”

And I got...Francis Abernathy!!

Really haven’t been “feeling it” this month. Still enjoying films as usual, but feel very disengaged from tumblr and to be fair disengaged from all other internet-related activity too, and so-called real life for that matter, outside the microcosm of home and immediate family. A general kind of world-weariness. I’ve gone through phases like this for the past couple of years and I start to think “is this the end?” (of my tumblr career) but I eventually drag myself out of it. This one has been pretty bad though.

“Pourquoi me réveiller” (Werther, Massenet)

“Kuda, kuda, vi udalilis” (Eugene Onegin, Tchaikovsky)

“Che piu mi resta! Tu sola a me rimani” (Chatterton, Leoncavallo)

Chatterton, Henry Wallis 1856

Tate Britian, London

C’est un souvenir de 2018, d’un petit carnet richement rempli, qui a connu une exposition chez Island, à Bruxelles (c’était en septembre).

Je sors ça avec du retard, et de manière fragmentée ; disons que c’est comme le vin, ou le fromage... J’espère que ce présent est d’autant plus savoureux qu’il apparaît sous vos yeux avec cette latence.