मेघदूत: "नीचैर्गच्छत्युपरि दशा चक्रनेमिक्रमेण"

समर्थ शिष्या अक्का : "स्वामीच्या कृपाप्रसादे हे सर्व नश्वर आहे असे समजले. पण या नश्वरात तमाशा बहुत आहे."

G C Lichtenberg: “It is as if our languages were confounded: when we want a thought, they bring us a word; when we ask for a word, they give us a dash; and when we expect a dash, there comes a piece of bawdy.”

C. P. Cavafy: "I’d rather look at things than speak about them."

Martin Amis: “Gogol is funny, Tolstoy in his merciless clarity is funny, and Dostoyevsky, funnily enough, is very funny indeed; moreover, the final generation of Russian literature, before it was destroyed by Lenin and Stalin, remained emphatically comic — Bunin, Bely, Bulgakov, Zamyatin. The novel is comic because life is comic (until the inevitable tragedy of the fifth act);...”

सदानंद रेगे: "... पण तुकारामाची गाथा ज्या धुंदीनं आजपर्यंत वाचली जात होती ती धुंदी माझ्याकडे नाहीय. ती मला येऊच शकत नाही याचं कारण स्वभावतःच मी नास्तिक आहे."

".. त्यामुळं आपण त्या दारिद्र्याच्या अनुभवापलीकडे जाऊच शकत नाही. तुम्ही जर अलीकडची सगळी पुस्तके पाहिलीत...तर त्यांच्यामध्ये त्याच्याखेरीज दुसरं काही नाहीच आहे. म्हणजे माणसांच्या नात्यानात्यांतील जी सूक्ष्मता आहे ती क्वचित चितारलेली तुम्हाला दिसेल. कारण हा जो अनुभव आहे... आपले जे अनुभव आहेत ते ढोबळ प्रकारचे आहेत....."

Kenneth Goldsmith: "In 1969 the conceptual artist Douglas Huebler wrote, “The world is full of objects, more or less interesting; I do not wish to add any more.”1 I’ve come to embrace Huebler’s ideas, though it might be retooled as “The world is full of texts, more or less interesting; I do not wish to add any more.” It seems an appropriate response to a new condition in writing today: faced with an unprecedented amount of available text, the problem is not needing to write more of it; instead, we must learn to negotiate the vast quantity that exists. How I make my way through this thicket of information—how I manage it, how I parse it, how I organize and distribute it—is what distinguishes my writing from yours."

Tom Wolfe: "The first line of the doctors’ Hippocratic oath is ‘First, do no harm.’ And I think for the writers it would be: ‘First, entertain.’"

विलास सारंग: "… . . 1000 नंतर ज्या प्रकारची संस्कृती रुढ झाली , त्यामध्ये साधारणत्व विश्वात्मकता हे गुण प्राय: लुप्त झाले...आपली संस्कृती अकाली विश्वात्मक साधारणतेला मुकली आहे."

Monday, January 20, 2020

साठीतील 'ल डोलचे व्हीटा' चे निर्माते फेल्लिनी शंभरीत...Cartoonist, Journalist, Gag Writer, Script Doctor- Federico Fellini@100

#FedericoFellini100   #LaDolceVita60


Anthony Lane, The New Yorker, Jan 17 2020:
"...Fellini is also the great divider. “La Dolce Vita” was the film most loved by Roger Ebert, for whom it was transformed with every viewing, whereas Pauline Kael likened Fellini’s efforts to “poking your head into a sack of fertilizer and then becoming indignant because you’re covered with excrement.” The director, she said, was “shocked and horrified” by the antics of the idle rich that he surveyed. If so, the shock has not survived; what lingers, after sixty years, is a lazy amusement at mortal foibles, which are scarcely confined to the wealthy. It is the poor who flock to a strip of wasteland where a couple of kids, for a giggle, claim to have beheld the Virgin Mary. Any hint of holiness is wrecked by a rainstorm, and by the glare of the arc lights under which TV cameras hope to catch the miracle, yet Fellini does not rage at our credulity. He smiles...."
 
Satyajit Ray, interview to Cineaste magazine, 1981:

“I think I achieved maturity at a pretty early stage. It has been my preoccupation to achieve as much density as possible within a superficially simple narrative structure. I don't think of the Western audiences when I make my films. I am thinking of my own audience in Bengal. I am trying to take them along with me, and this I have succeeded in doing. At the beginning, this audience was extremely unsophisticated. They were used to trash or the naive Bengali film. You had to take them along slowly. Sometimes you took a leap as in Kanchenjungha or in Days and Nights in the Forest, and lost them. These kinds of risks, especially in relation to their audiences, haven't been taken by Bergman or Fellini. Bergman is fairly simple, although he can be very austere and rigorous, and he is often aided by some marvelous photography. As for Fellini, he seems to be making the same film over and over again. There is a lot of bravura in his films, in spite of the fact that he's not so interested in the stories, and people go to see that bravura. I can't do all that Bergman and Fellini do. I don't have their audiences and I don't work in that kind of context. I have to contend with an audience that is used to dross. I have worked with an Indian audience for thirty years and, in that time, the general look of cinema hasn't changed. Certainly not in Bengal. You'll find directors there are so backward, so stupid, and so trashy that you'll find it difficult to believe that their works exist alongside my films. I am forced by circumstances to keep my stories on an innocuous level. What I can do, however, is to pack my films with meaning and psychological inflections and shades, and make a whole which will communicate a lot of things to many people.”
 
'Shallow people demand variety -- but I have been writing the same story throughout my life, every time trying to cut nearer the aching nerve."
                                                                                      Strindberg
(quoted by Marathi writer G. A. Kulkarni as epigraph  to his book 'Pinglavel', first published in 1977)

जी. ए. कुलकर्णी ज्यावेळी हे उद्धृत करतात , त्यावेळी असे वाटते की हे (एकच गोष्ट पुन्हा पुन्हा सांगणे) त्यांना मान्य आहे. त्यांच्या मते कलावंताच्या दुखऱ्या नसे पर्यंत जायचा तो एक राजमार्ग आहे. 
पण सत्यजीत रेंना ते मान्य नाही. फेल्लिनी तोच सिनेमा कायम काढत आले असे त्यांना वाटते. त्यांची ह्याला नापसंती दिसती आहे.

Shawn Levy, 'Dolce Vita Confidential: Fellini, Loren, Pucci, Paparazzi, and the Swinging High Life of 1950s Rome', 2016 :

"...Federico Fellini was starting to be recognized outside of Italy, and Michelangelo Antonioni was gaining a significant constituency of his own.Antonioni was, in many ways, the anti-Fellini, cool and austere where Fellini was gregarious and cluttered, taciturn and intellectual where Fellini was garrulous and fantastical. The two respected each other and got along well professionally, but they were destined to run on parallel tracks, never intersecting and, at least in the eyes of the world, always competing with one another: an auteurist incarnation of the civil wars between Vespa and Lambretta, Coppi and Bartali, Loren and Lollobrigida....

...Fellini was also cagey about his relationships with his films, claiming that his creative impulse wasn’t one of joy but loathing, agony, struggle. “I make a film as if I were escaping,” he once said, “as if I had to avoid an illness. . . . when I am overcome by hatred, when I am full of bitterness.” And when it was over, he continued, his feelings about the finished work were rarely positive: “With each one of my films . . . our relationship is one of mutual dislike. I feel like a criminal. I want to leave no traces of what a film has cost me. I destroy everything.”...
Worse, still was his attitude toward the film business. “The movie business is macabre,” he would often say. “Grotesque. It is a combination of a football game and a brothel.”And worse yet, worst of all, were producers. Fellini would tell anyone who would listen to him—dinner guests, journalists, waiters, psychotherapists—about the wars he fought against producers over film subjects, casting, budgets, salaries, sets, props, music, editing, publicity: everything. He loved to share pointed anecdotes about producers and damning jokes, like this one about seeking financing for Le Notti di Cabiria: “The producer says, ‘We have to talk about this. You made pictures about homosexuals, you had a script about an insane asylum, and now you have prostitutes. Whatever will your next film be about?’ . . . I respond angrily, ‘My next film will be about producers!’...

(Anita) Ekberg was the very type of woman that Fellini was always drawn toward with an almost infantile eroticism: big-bosomed, blonde, glamorous, unattainable. She was, as he said, a creature from his imagination or from a movie screen, descended to Rome in mortal form: “healthy as a shark,” Fellini said of her, “emanating the heat of a summer day.” “Oh my God,” concurred Tullio Kezich, Fellini’s friend and biographer, who had permission to witness firsthand the gestation of the new movie, from the script stage through production and editing to the release, “her splendor was incredible, her outsized, totally exaggerated beauty!” To marshal a bona fide sex goddess into the film—with all the personal trappings and implications she bore—was, in many ways, the very point, as Kezich would later say, of what Fellini was doing: “The idea for the film is inseparable from the idea of Anita Ekberg.”
And yet, at some deeper level, the film was unimaginable without Marcello Mastroianni in the central role. Mastroianni had been a front-row spectator as his frequent costar Sophia Loren launched a Hollywood career right when the two were devloping a truly delicious on-screen rapport. The actor would recall his costar going home to study English every night after shooting, a habit that he, inveterate lazybones, took to be an enormous waste of time. “They wanted me to go, too,” he recalled. “But I couldn’t imagine for what. What was I supposed to do there, play a Hollywood cabdriver?” (He understood, too, that Loren was always going to be a bigger draw at the box office and, thus, earn more than he. “It’s only fair,” he told Time. “Bosoms are bosoms.”)..."

एकबर्ग यांचे स्फोटक, उन्मादक सौन्दर्य 'ल डोलचे व्हीटा' साठी किती महत्वाचे आहे हे वरती आलेच: “The idea for the film is inseparable from the idea of Anita Ekberg.”... big-bosomed, blonde, glamorous, unattainable... “her splendor was incredible, her outsized, totally exaggerated beauty!”

Anita Ekberg in the Trevi Fountain scene of La Dolce Vita
Photo courtesy: ALAMY


Marcello Mastroianni and Anita Ekberg in La Dolce Vita (1960)

Credit: Astor Pictures Corporation   

Friday, January 17, 2020

जीएंच्या कवितेला अनुरूप चित्र मिळाले....GA's Poem and Max Klinger's Picture

"Over these unremembered marble columns,
Birds glide their old remembered way,
Dive in red-gold setting tide
And write dark alphabets on evening sky;
Whether an epitaph, chorus or strange augury -
little man you only hope to know!"


 ("सांजशकुन", १९७५ चा एपिग्राफ)

याचा मी केलेला अनुवाद:

"ह्या विस्मृतीत गेलेल्या संगमरवरी स्तंभांवरून
पक्षी घेतात त्यांची जुनी आठवणीतील संथ भरारी,
सूर मारतात तांबड्या-सुवर्ण अस्ताला निघालेल्या लाटेत
आणि लिहतात गूढ बाराखडी संध्याकाळच्या आकाशावर;
ते आहेत समाधीवरील शब्द, पालुपद का अपरिचित प्रारब्ध -
खुज्या माणसा ते समजायची तू फक्त आशा धरू शकतोस!"
"
(कृतज्ञता : कै जीए यांच्या वाङ्मयाचे कॉपीराईट होल्डर्स)

ही कविता जीए यांचीच आहे!

"जीएंची पत्रवेळा" मध्ये मे ११ १९७५ रोजी जीए ग्रेस ना लिहतात (पृष्ठ ५६, ५७) :

 "परवा एका जुन्या डायरीत लिहून ठेवलेल्या ओळी पुन्हा दृष्टीस पडल्या. अगदी अचानक. मी त्या विसरूनही गेलो होतो.... हे मराठीत जसेच्या तसे आणता येईल ? बहुदा नाही. पण बघू...".

त्या ओळी म्हणजे वरील कविता.

आता दुसरा प्रश्न पडला, या कवितेला अनुरूप, साजेसे  असे चित्र मिळेल का? मिळाले...

'The Castle by the Sea' , 1887  
Artist: Max Klinger, 1857-1920

Monday, January 13, 2020

पिवळीच मी पाकोळी की, शेख झैनुद्दिन यांच्या कले मध्ये मी आहे की...Durgabai, Moths and Forgotten Indian Artists

दुर्गा भागवत:
"...क्रौंचवध पाहून ज्याचा शोक श्लोकत्व पावला, त्या वाल्मिकीला फुलपाखरू दिसले नाही, मग इतरांना तरी कसे दिसावे?...आणि व्यासाचे उच्छिष्ट खाणारे आम्ही? व्यासाची प्रज्ञा तर घालवून बसलोच, पण आमची प्रतिभाही आटली… मानवी अंतरंग असो किंवा बाह्य सृष्टी असो, प्रकृतीचे आकलन, व तेही सूक्ष्म असल्याशिवाय,  कल्पना उंचावत नाहीत,  भावना संयत होत नाहीत. विभूषित होत नाहीत. आणि म्हणूनच फुलपाखरांचा अभाव हा भारतीय साहित्याच्या अनेक अभांवाचा प्रातिनिधिक अभाव आहे असे मला वाटते… "
(“पिवळीच मी पाकोळी की”/ निसर्गोत्सव, १९९६)

दुर्गाबाईंच्या वरील उद्गाराबद्दल मी या ब्लॉगवर पूर्वी बऱ्याच वेळा लिहले आहे. पण डिसेंबर २०१९ मध्ये मला हे अतुलनीय असे चित्र बघायला मिळाले:


'Brahminy Starling with Two Anteraea Moths, Caterpillar and Cocoon in Indian Jujube Tree’, १७८० ,

© Minneapolis Institute of Art

 कलाकार: Shaikh Zain ud-Din  हे  बंगाली होते...सांगायची गोष्ट तुम्ही दोन पाकोळ्या चित्रात पाहू शकता! -  

१७८० सालचे हे चित्र आहे. मग ह्या इसवी सनाच्या सुरवातीपासूनच्या परंपरेचे काय झाले?

विल्यम डालरिम्पल लिहतात : "...Their paintings, often of astonishing brilliance, and possessing a startlingly hybrid originality, represent the last phase of Indian artistic genius before the onset of the twin assaults — photography and the influence of western colonial art schools — ended an indigenous tradition of painting going back 2,000 years...."


Saturday, January 11, 2020

Anita 'Sylvia' Ekberg, 5th Death Anniversary

#AnitaEkberg  #LaDolceVita

Today January 11 2020 is 5th death anniversary of Anita Ekberg (1931-2015)




from one of the best films ever,  Federico Fellini's 'La Dolce Vita', 1960

courtesy: Cineriz (Italy) and Pathé Consortium Cinéma (France)

Tuesday, January 07, 2020

Look At This Tangle of Thorns...Sue Lyon No More

I have still not read the book but I must have seen Stanley Kubrick's Lolita, 1962 a few times. It's absolutely captivating and all major four performances are stunning.

Sue Lyon as Lolita is one of them.


Vladimir Nabokov:

“Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.

She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.

Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, a certain initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns...”


Photo courtesy- Snap/ REX/ Shutterstock

Saturday, January 04, 2020

Open The Gate A Little!...It's Camus! 60th Death Anniversary

courtesy: the creator of the comics
 
Albert Camus:
“I used to advertise my loyalty and I don’t believe there is a single person I loved that I didn’t eventually betray.” (The Fall)
 


#AlbertCamus

Thursday, January 02, 2020

All We’ve got is the Fact that Maybe You Love Me and Maybe I Love You...The Maltese Falcon@90

#TheMalteseFalcon90
 
“....“You’re not serious,” she said. “You don’t expect me to think that these things you’re saying are sufficient reason for sending me to the—”
“Wait till I’m through and then you can talk. Fourth, no matter what I wanted to do now it would be absolutely impossible for me to let you go without having myself dragged to the gallows with the others. Next, I’ve no reason in God’s world to think I can trust you and if I did this and got away with it you’d have something on me that you could use whenever you happened to want to. That’s five of them. The sixth would be that, since I’ve also got something on you, I couldn’t be sure you wouldn’t decide to shoot a hole in me some day. Seventh, I don’t even like the idea of thinking that there might be one chance in a hundred that you’d played me for a sucker. And eighth—but that’s enough. All those on one side. Maybe some of them are unimportant. I won’t argue about that. But look at the number of them. Now on the other side we’ve got what? All we’ve got is the fact that maybe you love me and maybe I love you.”...”

 

Tuesday, December 31, 2019

It's Still Not Midnight!

Is he checking a device (in 1944!) or the watch that still has not struck midnight?


Artist: Peter Arno,  The New Yorker, January 1944

Saturday, December 28, 2019

I Will Be In Circle No 3...फेसबुकावरील स्मारके, 2019

स्मारके म्हटले की पहिली आठवते शेलेची कविता:


Percy Bysshe Shelley:

I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”
 

I have created and maintained the following 20 Facebook pages. Yearly, I publish stat for them. Here it is for 2019.

 


अजून मला हे माहित नाहियेकी एवढी FB पेजेस करणारा user म्हणून माझी रवानगी कोणत्या circle मध्ये होणार आहे ते... कदाचित तिसऱ्या  circle मध्ये...Third Circle (Gluttony)


कलाकार : हॅरी ब्लिस