#Armistice100
World War I ended, 100 years ago, on November 11 1918.
बाळ सीताराम मर्ढेकर:
"...
पावसाळे आले गेले;
दोन युद्धे जमा झाली;
रस्त्याकडां
वीजबत्ती
कितीकदां आली गेली.
...."
(पृष्ठ ६१, 'मर्ढेकरांची
कविता ', १९५९/१९७७)
Simon Heffer, Literary Review, November 2018
“My favourite story about Armistice
Day – reported by A J P Taylor in his English History 1914–45 – is inevitably
contained in Guy Cuthbertson’s superbly researched and exhaustive survey of the
day the Great War ended. Taylor (who, as Cuthbertson points out, was a
schoolboy at the time and in bed with flu in Buxton) observed that ‘total
strangers copulated in doorways and on the pavements. They were asserting the
triumph of life over death.’ One of the strengths of this fine book is that the
reader has the sensation that he or she actually took part in what, at the
time, was regarded as the greatest day in the history of the world, though with
his or her clothes on....”
Christopher Hitchens:
“...If General Pershing’s fresh and
plucky troops had not reached the scene in the closing stages of the bloodbath,
universal exhaustion would almost certainly have compelled an earlier
armistice, on less savage terms. Without President Wilson’s intervention, the
incensed and traumatized French would never have been able to impose terms of
humiliation on Germany; the very terms that Hitler was to reverse, by such
relentless means, a matter of two decades later....”
David Motadel, History Today, September 2014:
“....The most important of all the
German missions, however, was aimed at spreading revolt from Afghanistan into
the Muslim borderlands of British India – the North-west Frontier – led by the
Bavarian artillery officer Oskar Ritter von Niedermayer and his rival, the
diplomat Werner Otto von Hentig. Although, after an odyssey through Arabia and
Iran, Niedermayer and Hentig reached Afghanistan in 1915, they failed to
convince local Muslim leaders to join the jihad.Overall, German-Ottoman
attempts to employ Islam for their war effort failed....”
The people of Brighton offered a warm welcome to the Indian
soldiers sent to convalesce at the Sussex resort during the First World War.
But the military authorities found much to be nervous about writes Suzanne
Bardgett. History Today, March 2015:
“....In a letter from
February 1915, a Mahratta medical subordinate wrote: The people are so very
good & kind that they make no difference between black & white.
Everyone seeks every opportunity of becoming fast friends with us & of
serving us in any way in their power. In the evening we always go for a walk.
The people treat us very well indeed. Men and women alike greet us with smiling
faces and take great pleasure in talking with us.
One thing that struck the Indians was that the English they
were meeting behaved altogether better than those they had met back in India.
Sub-Assistant Surgeon J.N. Godbole wrote to his friend in Poona: We do not hear
the words ‘damn’ and ‘bloody’ at all frequently as in India. But this only
applies to those who have not seen India. Those who have gnash their teeth at
us, some laugh and some make fun, but there are not many who do this. The
people here are charming. It is impossible to ask why they become so bad on
reaching India...."
Bob Dylan:
"...
The First World War, boys
It came and it went
The reason for fighting
I never did get
But I learned to accept it
Accept it with pride
For you don't count the dead
When God's on your side.
..."
Artist:
Otto Dix, '.Lady with Mink and Veil', 1920
Lena Schipper writes about the painting in 1843 magazine:
"This unforgiving depiction of an ageing prostitute is typical of Dix, who
sought to emphasise the ruin and moral degradation of Germany after the first
world war. A soiled, ill-fitting night dress sliding off the woman’s shoulder
to reveal a sagging cleavage makes her look ridiculous rather than enticing.
Her face is painted in garish colours that succeed only in highlighting her bad
teeth; the veil, meant possibly to lend an air of girlish flirtatiousness,
merely emphasises the grotesque choice of colours. The mink, usually a symbol
of wealth, high class or even royalty, is the final insult: piercing red eyes
glare diabolically from its scruffy fur. Viewed next to works such as Jeanne
Mammen’s “Ash Wednesday”, the painting illustrates the different ways in which
male and female artists of the era looked at women."
Ceci N'est Pas Un Magritte.... This is not a Magritte.... Indeed it's Mick Stevens
