Un soupir de femme

Untung-untung

    18 septembre 2014

“Stannum saw what man had never seen before–the tone-color of each instrument. Some malign enchanter had seduced and diverted from its natural uses the noble instrumental army. He saw strings of rainbow hues, red trumpets, blue flutes, green oboes, garnet clarinets, golden yellow horns, dark-brown bassoons, scarlet trombones, carmilion ophecleides while the drums punctured space with ebon holes. That the triangle had always been silver he never questioned; but this new chromatic blaze, this new tinting of tones–what did it portend? Was it a symbol of the further degradation and effeminization of music? Was art a woman's sigh? A new, selfish goddess was about to be placed upon high and worshipped–soon the rustling of silk would betray her sex.” (James Huneker. Melomaniacs, 1902)

 

18 septembre 2016

Un texte qu'il faudrait traduire.

De verts hautbois, c'est sans doute possible, dans un univers — qui m'est fermé — de correspondances rimbaldiennes.

L'art n'est pas le soupir de la fée (pas seulement (Nerval a contrario)).

Vagabonder dans le calendrier : untung-untung.