Showing posts with label Literature. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Literature. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Drawing–RainGirl

RainGirl

I like to see a thunderstorm,
A dunder storm,
A blunder storm,
I like to see it, black and slow,
Come tumbling down the hills.
A plunder storm,
A wonder storm,
Roar loudly at out little house
And shake the window sills!

- Elizabeth Coatsworth (1893-1986).

Saturday, January 9, 2010

Book Talk - The Commentaries of Gaius Julius Caesar - De Bello Gallico

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This is Publius Licinius Crassus after the Battle of  Vosges. Pastel. A4
I just finished reading Book I of  The Commentaries of Gaius Julius Caesar Volume I  De bello gallico (Gallic Wars). It begins famously with the line 'All Gaul is divided into three parts..." and includes the opinion that "Of all these (that is, the Gauls), the Belgae are the bravest", something you might already know if you've read the Asterix and Obelix comics - it's what sent Chief Vitalstatistix off the bend in 'Asterix and the Belgians'.

Anyway, Julius Caesar is a wonderful, engaging writer - he is observant and his descriptions, of war, people, places and so on,  are interesting with a capital I. The Commentaries were meant to record and publicize his activities, and, of course, further his political ambitions; they worked very well in that regard and still do actually. I was rooting for him all the way - if there was a time machine, I'd go back and save him from the Ides of March tragedy - BUT I did experience a strong sympathy for Ariovistus too.  Oh, to come convene as an equal and then get dosed with overweening Roman superiority!

Ariovistus was a German chieftain who had crossed the Rhine into Gaul at the head of his tribe, the Suebi, and an assorted other tribes; they came as mercenaries hired by the Arveni and the Sequani to fight against their enemies the Aedui. The Germans defeated the Aedui, took Aeduan hostages and extracted tribute from the tribe, and ended up settling on lands they seized from the Aedui and later from the Sequani. Ariovistus invited more of his kinsfolk to come settle on these newly accquired lands. An altruistic start to empire building from his view point. A true case of  give a camel an inch, according to his erstwhile allies.

The Aedui and the Sequani complained to Julius Caesar - in a nice explanatory way - the terrors Ariovistus was inflicting on them was the reason they hadn't been able to assist Caesar adequately in his campaign against the troublesome Helvetii. Caesar pondered over the matter and decided that the rising power of the Suebi wasn't likely to bode well for the Roman people. So he met with Ariovistus and told him to ease up on "the Aedui and the other friends of the Roman people".

To this Ariovistus replied, that "the right of war was, that they who had conquered should govern those whom they had conquered, in what manner they pleased; that in that way the Roman people were wont to govern the nations which they had conquered, not according to the dictation of any other, but according to their own discretion. If he for his part did not dictate to the Roman people as to the manner in which they were to exercise their right, he ought not to be obstructed by the Roman people in his right; that the Aedui, inasmuch as they had tried the fortune of war and had engaged in arms and been conquered, had become tributaries to him; that Caesar was doing a great injustice, in that by his arrival he was making his revenues less valuable to him; that he should not restore their hostages to the Aedui, but should not make war wrongfully either upon them or their allies, if they abided by that which had been agreed on, and paid their tribute annually: if they did not continue to do that, the Roman people's name of 'brothers' would avail them naught. As to Caesar's threatening him, that he would not overlook the wrongs of the Aedui, [he said] that no one had ever entered into a contest with him [Ariovistus] without utter ruin to himself. That Caesar might enter the lists when he chose; he would feel what the invincible Germans, well-trained [as they were] beyond all others to arms, who for fourteen years had not been beneath a roof, could achieve by their valor."

This is where I cheered for Ariovistus.

The final battle went against him though. The chap in my illustration,  Publius Licinius Crassus, a young lieutenant, led a cavalry charge on his own initiative at a crucial moment in the battle, and the Germans lost heart. They fled towards the Rhine and a good many, including Ariovistus' two wives and two children, were hacked down by the pursuing Roman army. Two Roman envoys that Ariovistus had imprisoned earlier were rescued unharmed, much to Caesar's delight. Ariovistus himself escaped across the river with a portion of the Suebi army, and they were then attacked by other German tribes that had previously assisted them; this was to curry favor with the victorious Romans, of course, and avoid retribution from them. The Suebi fled to the Black Forest to lick their wounds. Caesar doesn't mention what happened to Ariovistus, though he most certainly must have lost his leadership position for having fled the battlefield.

Friday, January 18, 2008

On Language


I've just been reading George Orwell's Rules for Writers.
The article makes special mention of Orwell's sixth rule -
Break any of these rules sooner than say anything outright barbarous.

Followed by French novelist Gustave Flaubert's take - "Language is a cracked kettle on which we beat out tunes for bears to dance to, while all the time we long to move the stars to pity."

This reminded me of the time I attended a literary event organized to mark the publication of a new Marathi novel by a Marathi writer I knew. It was a very high-falutin affair with a good sprinkling of 'Marathi Intellectuals'.

'Marathi Intellectuals' can often be rather tedious beings - blessed with traditional set ideas about the way things should be and nationalistic to the hilt.

The main speaker was a rather well-known writer, who is based in London and who had been roped in as he happened to be in town at the moment. His speech - a very jingoistic one - was about saving the 'sanctity and purity of the Marathi language' from the 'ever-spreading encroachment of the West'.

If you hadn't already been encroached by the West, you would hear this speech and go away thinking nothing but founts of evil existed in the West.

I'm really tired of this 'us' and 'them' mentality. The only way these people can prove 'our' culture is superior is by denigrating another of which they obviously know precious little - if you can take a couple of stories of violence, intolerance, and steamy sex, and conclude this is the essense of 'the West', you should be prepared for the competition over there that reads about poverty and illiteracy and disease and develops much the same ideas about 'the East'.

We don't have the monopoly on wisdom and culture - and these people prove it every time they insist we do.

So anyway -

'Our tradition and our culture', he proclaimed, must be 'preserved at all costs'.

At the cost of living in a stifled, stunted atmosphere?

Tradition, Culture and Language are not static things 'to be preserved'.

* If they were, our society would never evolve and we would never make any kind of progress.
* If they were, there would never be any scope for any creativity.
* If they were, we would still be speaking the 'pure Marathi' from the era of Dnyaneshwar. How many people can even read the Dnyaneshwari today and understand exactly what the man is saying without referring to the commentary in modern Marathi?

I find it very funny that people can lambast 'the West' and insist on 'preserving traditional ways' and find nothing odd about adapting 'Western ways' to suit their own ends.

Like -
* Using a car - an invention from 'the West' - to arrive at the venue
* Using a mike - an invention from 'the West' - to air their views.
* Being dressed in a business suit - a fashion from 'the West'.
* Living in 'the West' themselves.

Some Desi patriot.

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Portrait of Granna


I've just been reading Empedocles on Etna by Matthew Arnold.

No eye could be too sound
To observe a world so vast
No patience too profound
To sort what’s here amass’d;
How man may here best live no care too great to explore.


The drawing is a close-up of a brush and ink portrait of Granna. I lOvE working with Indian Ink and Brush. I just bought ten sheets of a very excellent recycled paper - it has such a bee-yoo-ti-ful surface it seems almost a sacrilege to work on it - but it really holds the ink well.
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