ताहितीच्या नागड्या मातीशीं / रंगरेषांचं मैथुन केलं ! ...Gauguin's Renegade Quality

 Wayne Andersen , ‘Gauguin's Paradise Lost ‘, 1971:

“....His decision to abdicate from business and focus on painting was the inevitable end of a long, wracking process. His renegade quality hastened the dissolution of his home life. Mette had no passion for art, but was sufficiently broad-minded to have an understanding of it. She could not bear the kind of painter he chose to be. He was no gentleman artist but a ruffian in his art, which was fast losing a sense of balance. He was impatient. If Paris wouldn’t accept him, he would move on. He had decreed that the family vacate their Paris lodgings and follow him to Rouen, where the wealthy population would surely subscribe to his art. The departure from Paris in November 1883 marked the tenth year of marriage. Mette was pregnant with their fifth child....”

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या आधीची "१ - व्हॅन गॉव" पोस्ट इथे पहा.

२- पॉल गोगॉं

मी
                                पॉल गोगॉं...

मी
माझा संसार
मातीत कालवला
अन् त्याला आकाशाच्या थडग्यांत पुरून
ताहितीच्या नागड्या मातीशीं
रंगरेषांचं मैथुन केलं !

(पृष्ठ १२, 'निवडक सदानंद रेगे', १९९६/ २०१३)

टीप - या कवितेचा आधीचा, व्हॅन गॉव वरचा भाग,  कांहीं दिवसांपूर्वी प्रसिद्ध केला होता.

Artist: Paul Gauguin, 'The Day of the God', 1894

चित्रकार दीनानाथ दलाल आणि कवी/ चित्रकार सदानंद रेगे एकेकाळी अतिशय जवळचे मित्र होते, त्याच्या खुणा 'अक्षर गंधर्व: सदानंद रेगे', १९८७ ह्या त्यांच्या मुलाखती , डायरी वर आधारित पुस्तकात...

पण नंतर हे दोन प्रतिभावान चित्रकार मित्र दूर झाले (भांडणातून नव्हे), तो दुरावा बहुतेक दलालांच्या अकाली मृत्यूपर्यंत गेला नाही...

सदानंद रेगेंनी पर्वतासारख्या महान प्रतिभावान पण दुरावलेल्या दोन युरोपियन चित्रकारांना एका कवितेत एकत्र आणले आहे ...
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त्या संबंधात माझ्या मनात आलेले विचार verse च्या रूपात :

व्हॅन गॉव ने एक कान गमावला
कसा?
माहित आहे, पण सदानंद रेगेंच्या शब्दात ऐकायला मजा येते ...
व्हॅन गॉव ने दुसरा कान पण जवळजवळ गमावला
(काहीतरीच) कसा?
दाखवेन लौकरच ....
पॉल गोगॉं ने स्वतःचा संसार मातीत कालवला
आणि केले ताहितीच्या नागड्या मातीशीं रंगरेषांचं मैथुन
आपले भाग्य की ते पाहिल सदानंद रेगेंनी
कशी होती त्यावेळची ताहिती
दाखवेन लौकरच ....
व्हॅन गॉव आणि पॉल गोगॉं काहीकाळचे जिवश्चकंठश्च मित्र, एकत्र राहिलेले, नंतर दुरावलेले.... म्हणून त्यांना पुन्हा एकत्र आणले रेगेंनी,
२०व्या शतकात रेगेंनी स्वतः असे मित्र केले आणि गमावले
त्यामुळे कलेच्या बरोबरीने मानवी संबंधांबद्दलची उत्सुकता

......Getting Back To My Own (Virtual) Reality

Today May 22 2019 is our 32nd wedding anniversary

“It’s been nice, but I really have to be getting back to my own virtual reality.” 

Artist: Peter C. Vey, The New Yorker, April 2017

नोहा आणि नोहाच्या देवाचा भेदाभेद ...Twitter Is Unclean!

Julian Barnes, 'A History of the World in 10 1/2 Chapters', 1989:

“...Even before the waters rose there had been grounds for unease. I know your species tends to look down on our world, considering it brutal, cannibalistic and deceitful (though you might acknowledge the argument that this makes us closer to you rather than more distant). But among us there had always been, from the beginning, a sense of equality. Oh, to be sure, we ate one another, and so on; the weaker species knew all too well what to expect if they crossed the path of something that was both bigger and hungry. But we merely recognized this as being the way of things. The fact that one animal was capable of killing another did not make the first animal superior to the second; merely more dangerous. Perhaps this is a concept difficult for you to grasp, but there was a mutual respect amongst us. Eating another animal was not grounds for despising it; and being eaten did not instill in the victim – or the victim’s family – any exaggerated admiration for the dining species.

Noah – or Noah’s God – changed all that. If you had a Fall, so did we. But we were pushed. It was when the selections were being made for the Compound of the Chosen that we first noticed it. All this stuff about two of everything was true (and you could see it made a certain basic sense); but it wasn’t the end of the matter. In the Compound we began to notice that some species had been whittled down not to a couple but to seven (again, this obsession with sevens). At first we thought the extra five might be travelling reserves in case the original pair fell sick. But then it slowly began to emerge. Noah – or Noah’s God – had decreed that there were two classes of beast: the clean and the unclean. Clean animals got into the Ark by sevens; the unclean by twos...”

Artist: NAF, The Spectator, UK

Why Not Catch-18?...Something Happened!

#Catch22 

 

Joseph Heller:

"I think one difference between the two books is that Catch-22 is concerned with physical survival against exterior forces or institutions that want to destroy life or moral self. Something Happened is concerned very much with interior, psychological survival in which the areas of combat are things like the wishes a person has, whether they are fulfilled or not, the close, intimate situations we have with our children when they’re small and as they grow older, the memories we have of our relationship with parents as they grow older—these are some of the areas of disturbance in Something Happened. Of course, these areas are much more difficult to deal with than those in Catch-22. Given an Adolf Hitler, or inefficient or corrupt people, or people without sensibilities, we know what the dangers are, and we know what we must try to do. There’s a line in Something Happened: “It was after the war that the struggle began.”"

 Artist: Gary Dexter

Straw Dogs and Coco The Jolly Dog

John Gray, ‘Straw Dogs: Thoughts on Humans and Other Animals’:

“....The bequest of Socrates was to tether the pursuit of truth to a mystical ideal of the good. Yet neither Socrates nor any other ancient thinker imagined that truth could make mankind free. They took for granted that freedom would always remain the privilege of a few; there was no hope for the species. By contrast, among contemporary humanists, the Greek faith that truth makes us free has been fused with one of Christianity’s most dubious legacies – the belief that the hope of freedom belongs to everyone.

Modern humanism is the faith that through science humankind can know the truth – and so be free. But if Darwin’s theory of natural selection is true this is impossible. The human mind serves evolutionary success, not truth. To think otherwise is to resurrect the pre-Darwinian error that humans are different from all other animals....”

Artist: Ozan Drøsdal

सूर्यफुलांच्या शय्येवर / निजलो एका वेश्येला घेऊन...How Van Gogh Lost Both The Ears!

(लक्षात असूद्या की रेगे एक व्यंगचित्रकार सुद्धा होते. त्यांची काही व्यंगचित्रे इथे पहा.)

दोन आत्मचरित्रे 

१ - व्हॅन गॉव

मी
       व्हॅन गॉव्...
 मी

सूर्यफुलांच्या शय्येवर
निजलो एका वेश्येला घेऊन
अन् दिला तिला
माझाच एक कान कापून ...
         ई S S S S
अखेर हिरव्यां सांवल्यांचा डोहांत
आत्महत्या केली मी
तिची मी
उन्हाची
पिवळीजर्द... विवस्त्र किंकाळी ऐकून
....
(ऑक्टोबर २८ १९५५, पृष्ठ ७४,  'अक्षरवेल', १९५७/ १९८६)

कलाकार: हॅरी ब्लिस
काय घडले होते २३ डिसेंबर १८८८ ला:

Maria Popova:

“…Gauguin laments that in the years since, he has been frequently bedeviled by the regret that he didn’t chase Van Gogh down and disarm him. Instead, he checked into a local hotel and went to bed, but he found himself so agitated that he couldn’t fall asleep until the small hours of the morning. Upon rising at half past seven, he headed into town, where he was met with an improbable scene:

“ Reaching the square, I saw a great crowd collected. Near our house there were some gendarmes and a little gentleman in a melon-shaped hat who was the superintendent of police.

This is what had happened.

 Van Gogh had gone back to the house and had immediately cut off his ear close to the head. He must have taken some time to stop the flow of blood, for the day after there were a lot of wet towels lying about on the flag-stones in the two lower rooms. The blood had stained the two rooms and the little stairway that led up to our bedroom.

 When he was in a condition to go out, with his head enveloped in a Basque beret which he had pulled far down, he went straight to a certain house where for want of a fellow-countrywoman one can pick up an acquaintance, and gave the manager his ear, carefully washed and placed in an envelope. “Here is a souvenir of me,” he said.”

That “certain house” was, of course, the brothel Van Gogh frequented, where he had found some of his models. After handing the madam his ear, he ran back home and went straight to sleep, shutting the blinds and setting a lamp on the table by the window. A crowd of townspeople gathered below within minutes, discomfited and abuzz with speculation about what had happened….”

तेंव्हा

"सूर्यफुलांच्या शय्येवर
निजलो एका वेश्येला घेऊन
अन् दिला तिला
माझाच एक कान कापून ..." हे असं काही बहुदा घडल नाही! अर्थात, १९५५ साली रेगेंना ही सगळी ऐतिहासिक पार्श्वभूमी माहिती नसेल.....

एक घटना,  दोन व्यंगचित्रे!

वाङ्मय शोभा १९३९-२०१९...Vangmay Shobha@80

 #वाङ्मयशोभा८०  #VangmayShobha80

ज्यात मराठीतील अनेक गाजलेल्या लेखकांनी (उदा: चिं वि जोशी, जी. ए कुलकर्णी) , कवींनी (उदा: सदानंद रेगे) , चित्रकारांनी (उदा: दलाल, मुळगावकर, गोडसे, सहस्रबुद्धे, सरवटे, फडणीस, श्याम जोशी) आपले कार्य प्रसिद्ध झालेले पहिले ते वाङ्मय शोभा ह्या महिन्यात ८० वर्षांचे झाले असते....

कलाकार : पद्मा सहस्त्रबुद्धे, वाङ्मय शोभा, मे १९६३

चित्रात अनेक पूर्वीच्या अंकांची मुखपृष्ठे दिसत आहेत. त्यातील दुसऱ्या रांगेतील सगळ्यात उजवीकडचे  उत्कृष्ट मुखपृष्ठ पद्मा सहस्रबुद्धे यांचेच आहे.

 

ता.क. अनेक मराठी मासिकांप्रमाणे, वाङ्मय शोभा, दुर्दैवाने,  केंव्हांच बंद झाले आहे. मी ते चालू आहे अशी कल्पना करून शीर्षक दिले