Cacciaguida

Defending the 12th century since the 14th; blogging since the 21st.

Catholicism, Conservatism, the Middle Ages, Opera, and Historical and Literary Objets d'Art blogged by a suburban dad who teaches law and writes stuff.


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"Too modest" -- Elinor Dashwood

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"Hat tip: me (but really Cacciaguida)" -- Diana Feygin, Editor, THE YALE FREE PRESS

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"Fabulous!"-- Warlock D.J. Prod of Didsbury

Who was Cacciaguida? See Dante's PARADISO, Cantos XV, XVI, & XVII.


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Thursday, August 29, 2002
 
Feast of the Beheading of John the Baptist

The priest this morning made an interesting point: though surely Herod's soldiers had the advantage of numbers over John when they came to arrest him, he had an advantage over them in that he knew the desert. He had lived there all his life. It's just possible that he could have hidden indefinitely, if he had wanted to.

But his mission was fulfilled -- he had seen and announced the Lamb of God -- and now here was an opportunity to preach in a place where the king (or tetrarch) of Galilee could hear him. You can't buy access like that!

Anyway, you've read the Gospel, now read about the opera here, or about some of the best recordings of it here and here.




 
What we have here is a failure to excommunicate

The reticence of Church hierarchs in addressing the problem of high-profile Catholics who flout Catholic teaching led some years back to the coining of the above-captioned paraphrase from Cool Hand Luke.

Those who are inclined to agree will greatly enjoy this site. Thanks to Zorak for the link.




 

Bad messenger, worse message

The New York Times, alert as ever to keep its readers abreast of the many threats to freedom and progress posed by the Roman Catholic Church, announces on today's front page:

Prosecutors in several states are overcoming the principal obstacle to charging priests with sexual abuse that occurred decades ago by finding an important loophole in the statutes of limitations.

When the revelations of widespread sexual abuse by Roman Catholic priests first erupted earlier this year, many district attorneys said that cases were so old that they could no longer file charges.


Note that "Roman Catholic" in the second of the two short opening grafs -- just so no one would get the impression that this crime has ever been committed by, say, Protestant ministers, or, heaven help us, public school teachers.

ON THE OTHER HAND...some of the miscreants featured in the Times's story truly deserve to be caught and choked in any loophole available to the criminal justice system (such as the theory that the statute of limitations is tolled when the suspect moves out of state). Consider, for instance:

In an interview with The Detroit News that the newspaper published yesterday, Mr. Burkholder [one of the offending "ex-priests"] said his relationships with boys were "always a two-way thing."

"The boys work in the rectory with the priest and you just get friendly. You sit down in the rectory and have a Coke. It's a mutual deal," he said. "An affectionate thing and a friendly thing." He said he mostly fondled the boys, but sometimes had oral sex with them.

"It's a friendship between two people that has been made into something horrible, rotten. People are trying by hook or by crook to make me look bad. Some of the accusations are true, but so what? I was a priest, a good priest, who had a weakness."


Excuse me, sir, we're not talking about chocolate here.

Did guys like this become morally obtuse because of their grave past sins, on the principle that sin clouds the intellect? Or were they like that when they entered the seminary? Or did they get that way in the seminary?

Normally I'd distrust quotations in the New York Times that put priests in a bad light; but what context could these words possibly be put into that would make them less than outrageous? Who is doing more to make this guy "look bad" than this guy himself?

So much for this particular "ex-priest." Now some questions for the Times:

1. Do you always jump up and down with glee when prosecutors discover (or legislatures enact) "loopholes" that expose otherwise-immune defendants to prosecution?

2. Is it your categorical position that conduct such as these men admit to is always a grave public evil, or are there situations in which it just, er, "doesn't rise..."?




Wednesday, August 28, 2002
 
Feast of St. Augustine

A young convert of my acquaintance (and I know a lot of them, so don't bother trying to guess) has been known to use the following expression, and it somehow seems appropriate as we remember and pray to St. Augustine:

I didn't lose my virginity. I know exactly where I left it!

No, Augustine didn't say that -- his version of the same apercu was:

O Lord, make me chaste -- but not yet.

Anyway, go here and here for more about praying to the saints.




Tuesday, August 27, 2002
 
Roy Campbell -- last in a series

As we finish this series, I ought to thank Camille Paglia, not only for her often trenchant dissents from liberal and feminist orthodoxy, but, in this case, for that over-estimation of her own erudition that led her, in Sexual Personae, to assert that she is the only person in the cosmos who despises Charlie Chaplin's Little Tramp character, when in fact Roy Campbell made quite a point of doing so. (BTW, I have no particular view of the Little Tramp -- I just like pretexts for posting poems by Campbell.)

This poem, like the others in this series (except "Toledo 1936") is not dated, but I have always fancied that it dates from the spring of 1939, just after the end of the Spanish Civil War. In using the phrase "face-upwards to the sun," Campbell could scarcely have been unaware of the lyrics of the anthem of the Falange, Cara al Sol. (The Falangists were not necessarily the people you'd want to bring home to mother, unless of course you don't like mother, but that's a story for another day.) The image of "The Eternal Triumvirs of Earth" has always appealed to me, even though I am no priest, no soldier, and at best a somewhat poetic professor.


POSADA

Outside, it froze. On rocky arms
Sleeping face-upwards to the sun
Lay Spain. Her golden hair was spun
From sky to sky. Her mighty charms
Breathed soft beneath her robes of farms
And gardens: while her snowy breasts,
Sierras white, with crimson crests,
Were stained with sunset. At the Inn,
A priest, a soldier, and a poet
(Fate-summoned, though they didn't know it)
Met there, a shining hour to win.
A song, a blessing, and a grin
Were melted in one cup of mirth,
The Eternal Triumvirs of Earth
Foresaw their golden age begin.








Saturday, August 24, 2002
 
R&J notes, cont.

I'll bet many of you have long wanted to know the lyrics to the chant that the small nuns' chorus sings off-camera during Romeo and Juliet's wedding in the Zeffirelli film. They turn out to be a conflation of the hymn Ave Maris Stella, the Ave Maria, and the Salve Regina.

You know the tune: it's the one that Rota first introduces in a bouncy 2/4 time at Juliet's first appearance. In the minstrel's song at the Capulet ball, it reappears to the words "Some they think only to marry, others will tease and tarry," etc. In the wedding scene Rota draws it out into a slow 3/4 time. Here are the wedding scene lyrics:

Ave maris stella
Dei Mater alma
atque semper Virgo
felix caeli porta

Ave Maria, gratia plena
Ave Maria, Dominus tecum
Ad te clamamus
Suspiramus
Virgo Maria






 
A family first

And where was Cacciaguida between Wednesday the 21st and Saturday the 24th? Taking his first-born to Christendom College to begin his freshman year. It was the young man's first choice college.




 
Englischkeit

Whoa, that didn't take long. A reader writes in to say:

The Tudors were more English than Welsh. The first, Henry VII, had (I believe) a Welsh grandfather. His wife was Elizabeth, daughter of Edward IV (Richard III's brother, hence as English as Richard) and Elizabeth Woodville (as far as I know, English). Their child, Henry VIII, was therefore mostly English. Of his children, Edward VI (son of Jane Seymour) and Elizabeth I (daughter of Anne Boleyn) would have been mostly English, while Mary I (daughter of Catherine of Aragon) would have been Anglo-Spanish.

Sorry if I conveyed the notion that there's some inherent glory in being purely English. That's not my view, though I'd say for a king of England it's jolly thoughtful if it can be arranged.

When I find myself at gatherings where people stand to hear the names of the Kings and Queens of England read out (yes, Cacciaguida does live such an adventurous life), Richard III is not where I sit down. James II is.




 
Richard III

Leftover business from August 22: The Rat notes that this was the anniversary of the Battle of Bosworth Field, where Richard III became the last English king to die in battle.

Actually, a case could be made that he was the last English king, period. The Tudors were Welsh, the Stuarts were Scottish, the Oranges were Dutch, the Hanoverians were German, and the Windsors are just Hanoverians who purged the German surnames from their charts during World War I.




Wednesday, August 21, 2002
 
Bishops on the firing line? (Herein of l'affaire Dreher)

Commendable comments by Fr. Rob Johansen here on Rod Dreher's WSJ column criticizing the Holy Father for failure to lead. (The Dreher column will be available free on-line next Sunday, they say.)

Here's what I ask myself. Given that there are plots afoot to diminish vastly the powers of the Papacy, starting with the next Pope (see the June-July issue of Inside the Vatican magazine), which model would be more apt to play into the hands of this conspiracy: JPII "firing" bishops plentifully and ruthlessly, or JP II holding steadily to his present course, which, as Fr. Rob points out, is one of intense mystical suffering for the Church?

Option one -- fire away! -- sounds as though it would conduce to a stronger Papacy. And it might.

Or it might not. After all, which bishops would be the first to go under option one, if implemented as a solution to sex-abuse crisis? The ones the chattering classes say should go, of course. In other words, Dreher's solution might end up meaning no more than that the Papacy become a more efficient means of enacting the agenda of the NY Times and the Boston Glob.

There's no way to be sure what kind of precedent would be set. If it's a precedent to the effect that bishops hereafter hold office only during good behavior, where "good behavior" includes upholding Church teaching in word and deed, well, that might be great. (I say "might" because it would undermine the "spousal" analogy of the relation of the bishop to his diocese. But then, so does the practice of "promoting" bishops to other sees, and JPII shows no inclination to stop doing that. Not that he necessarily should.)

But if the precedent that gets set is that a bishop is a lot like a White House Chief of Staff -- to be let go as soon as he becomes "embattled" -- then great damage will have been done to the Church.

Now, if you haven't already, read about Archbishop Pell, one post down, and pray for him.




 
Attack on Archbishop Pell

So Archbishop George Pell, ordinary of Sidney, Australia, and one of the world's leading exponents of orthodoxy within the Catholic hierarchy, has been accused.

Having had a chance to glance through some Australian news media, in addition to the Fox story linked above, my evaluation is: this looks like a vicious attempt to take down a great Catholic leader.

The Archbishop's reply to the charges: "The allegations against me are lies and I deny them totally and utterly." (Australian Associated Press, 8/21/02)

The accuser: "At the same time, details of Pell's anonymous accuser surfaced in Australian newspapers, which said the man had a long criminal record...." (Agence France Presse, 8/21/02). "Church sources said last night that the man making the accusations against Dr. Pell has a long criminal history. He had been convicted of various offences including drug trafficking." (Sydney Morning Herald, 8/21/02)

The accuser's abettors: "Chris McIsaac, the president of Broken Rites -- a non-denominational support group for victims of sexual physical and emotional abuse in religious institutions -- ...would not comment on whether Dr. Pell's accuser had sought assistance from Broken Rites or whether there has been any contact with the alleged victim. 'We can't comment on the individual case,' she told AAP." (Australian Associated Press, 8/21/02)

The conspirators' (for this is what I am alleging) motives: "His [i.e. Pell's] arrival in Sydney was marred by pro-gay protestors anticipating that Dr. Pell would impose his conservative rule on the local Church.... Dr. Pell's style as a churchman is energetic and involved. He serves on many influential Catholic Church committees and has written widely in religious and secular magazines." (Australian Associated Press, 8/21/02). "Dr. Pell said last night: 'I have taken a leading role in condemning and exposing sexual abuse within the Catholic Church...To allege that I am now personally implicated in this evil is a smear of the most vindictive kind.' " (Sydney Morning Herald, 8/21/02) (All emphases added.)

Please pray for Archbishop Pell.

Today is the feast of Pope St. Pius X, who also struggled for the renewal of orthodoxy and fidelity in the Church, and who also, in different ways, suffered for it.




 
Government regulation of parenting

...seems to be advancing apace. A casual glance through today's news sites yielded this and this. And I wasn't even looking for cases of this sort!

Before you all write in about what horrible parents these are, please ask yourselves:

1. Whether you, as parents, have ever done, or could imagine yourselves doing, something that could be considered aberrant by the ever-changing standards of "mainstream" parenting expertise;

2. Whether the extension of government jurisdiction so far into the home really provides social goods that outweigh its inevitable harms.




Tuesday, August 20, 2002
 
Conservative judicial activism?

Interesting questions about this are raised here, and to some extent explained here. The latter is a new blog dedicated to the jurisprudence of Justice Scalia. Welcome!




 
High Fidelio

I'm listening to the CD re-release of the old Westminster recording Beethoven's only opera, Fidelio, about a woman who disguises herself as a boy and takes a job in a prison in order to free her husband, a political prisoner. "Fidelio" (which roughly means "faithful one") is the name she takes. (Early 19th century Spain, as Beethoven imagined it, may have had poltical prisons, but fortunately it did not require two forms of i.d. in order to procure law-enforcement employment.)

Under Hans Knappertsbusch, this recording is slow, but you know, I like being able to hear every note in "O namenlose Freude" -- too often it comes off like a football cheer. And the Third Leonora Overture (here positioned, as Mahler established the tradition, between the two scenes of Act II), takes on extra power when yanked back to Kna-speed.

Another part that benefits from the Kna-treatment is the opening of the final scene, when the arrival of a benevolent royal official signals the end of the evil Don Pizarro's reign over the prison.

At the Met in the '70s, they had a great staging of this moment. The foreground, representing the prison yard, is beginning to fill up with newly-released prisoners. Upstage is a huge lattice-wall, representing the prison gates. Outside it, but clearly visible, is a happy crowd of wives and children, pointing to their husbands and fathers as they recognize them, and rejoicing. Prison guards stride upstage and throw open the gates, and the women and children come streaming in....

One interesting feature of this recording is that it brings together bass Deszo Ernster as Rocco, the head jailer, who is as kind as his job lets him be (the photo in the link shows Mr. Ernster as the ferocious giant Fafner in Wagner's Das Rheingold: that's him on the far right edge of the picture), and bass-baritone Gustav Neidlinger as Don Pizarro, governor of the prison, who uses his job to persecute his enemies.

According to infallible opera critic Martin Bernheimer (the link is to a transcript of a Texaco Opera Quiz where Martin presided and where a relative of Cacciaguida was one of the panelists), Ernster was a concentration camp survivor. Gus Neidlinger, on the other hand, was at least on cozy terms with the Nazis (he sang at the Salzburg Festival during the war).

So how did these two get along at the recording sessions? Well, for one thing, their roles may have helped: Gus's character is thoroughly bad -- and in the end the good guys drag him off to a fate that is unspecified but that probably has at least something in common with the fate he's been dealing to his victims for years.

Another factor is that Gus was one of the most gentlemanly and charitable colleagues in the history of opera. It's often that way with people who play almost nothing but villains: they work out their aggressions in their roles, and are teddy-bears to deal with in person.

Gus's powerful voice positively dripped evil, so his stock roles were Wagner's Alberich and Klingsor, Beethoven's Pizarro, and such like. He tried to branch out, taking on white-hat parts such as Hans Sachs, Kurwenal, and even Amfortas (at La Scala in 1966, under Cluytens). But his discography tells a different story: a career "heavy." No wonder he was an angel in person!




Monday, August 19, 2002
 
Two ladies for life

Russo's Republic here and Eve Tushnet here have both been taking on a pro-abortion libertarian recently. Fill your brain with high-test and go take a look at this debate.




 
"What the Catholic Church Should Teach -- see page A24"

Karl at Summa Contra Mundum undertakes the thankless task (because it has to be repeated every single time, and there are so many times) of taking apart the latest why-women-should-be-priests screed in the secular press.

The only question that leaves Karl puzzled, as it must leave us all, is why Catholicism is the only religion in this country such that the secular media feel qualified to lecture it on a more or less regular basis on what its doctrines should be. Is this some sort of back-handed, unintended compliment to the Church? Is it because of the counter-cultural (as in, counter-elite-cultural) nature of some of our teachings?

(I suppose a law-abiding Musim American could complain that the media feel free to lecture his religion too. Yet it seems to me that, on the contrary, the media, like the politicians and the schools, have been bending backwards since 9/11 to emphasize the supposedly non-representative nature of Islamic terrorists.)




 
The Review of Politics

In the "Conservatism" section of my links, I've added The Review of Politics, a scholarly quarterly based at Notre Dame.

This is not a "movement conservative" quarterly in the Modern Age or Intercollegiate Review sense, but it has always been open to non-liberal and non-leftist thought; note that its website brags of having published (inter alia) Jacques Maritain, Leo Strauss, and Eric Voegelin. Harvey Mansfield is on its editorial board, as is Yale's Steven Smith. (I say "Yale's" because there at least two other more-or-less conservative Steven Smiths in academia, one at Notre Dame Law, one at UVa Law.)




Saturday, August 17, 2002
 
Grad student deconstructs take-out menu. (Thanks to The Onion.)





Friday, August 16, 2002
 
Anthony Burgess

Eve presents an interesting quote from Anthony Burgess to the effect that A Clockwork Orange is anti-Pelagian.

See also Burgess's The Wanting Seed, which came out at almost the same time as ACO and was overshadowed by it. TWS is about a future society that toggles between "Pel-phase" (Pelagian phase), in which population control is strictly enforced, and "Gus-phase" (Augustinian phase), which is aggressively pro-natalist. Most of the action on TWS concerns people fleeing the population police.




 
What do you get if you cross Sex and the City with Murder in the Cathedral?

Ordinarily I would let this pass with merely an appropriate quip (insert yours here -- no, wait, that is an appropriate quip!). But given the signs of the times, and given that this is St. Pat's, where another sacrilege took place about thirteen years ago, one has to wonder if some sort of sacrilegious escalation is under way. (Thanks to Kross&Sweord for the link.)

[Strictly speaking, is the correct expression "under way," or "under weigh," as in, "anchors aweigh"?]

No Top Ten for this one: I'm sure Letterman will do one.




 
Spanish Kentucky?

Catherine Drinker Bowen, in her book Miracle at Philadelphia: the Story of the Constitutional Convention (an excellent book, by the way, though biased towards the nationalizers and inclined to characterize the state's-rights folks as just silly-billies) mentions that there were fears in 1787 that Spain, which still controlled Florida and New Orleans, had designs on Kentucky.

This got me thinking about the top ten reasons why a Spanish Kentucky would have been a bad idea. So far I've got:

* The national anthem would have been "One More Round of Jose Cuervo,"

and

* My amigo who works at the Bible Literacy Project would have been called Don Cristobal Li Calduel Zaquer.

Feel free to send in more. If I get enough to make a good Top Ten, I'll post the final list.




Thursday, August 15, 2002
 
Assumption

Last year I was challenged by an Evangelical student on the Assumption, so here are the biblical texts (or "Scriptures") that I deployed to put an end, if not to the debate, at least that round.

The Gospel for the Mass during the day (the vigil uses Luke 11:27-28) is Luke 1:39-56, i.e., the Visitation. What makes this the perfect Gospel text for the Assumption are the parallels between this passage and II Samuel 6 (II Kings 6, if you're using the Vulgate or Douay), where the Ark of the Covenant is brought (not without perils) into Jerusalem.

II Samuel 6:3 -- the Ark is brought into a house that is "on the hill."
Luke 1:39 -- "In those days Mary arose and went with haste into the hill country"

II Samuel 6:9 -- David exclaims: "How can the ark of the Lord come to me?"
Luke 1:43 -- Elizabeth exclaims: "And why is this granted me, that the mother of my Lord should come to me?"

II Samuel 6:11 -- "And the ark of the Lord remained in the house of Obededom the Gittite three months...."
Luke 1:56 -- "And Mary remained with her about three months...."

All right, so these links support the identification of Our Lady with the Ark of the Covenant. Does that have anything to do with the Assumption?

Yes, and the link is made by the this morning's first reading, Apocalypse 11:19 to 12:6. Verse 19 happens to be the last verse of chapter 11, so what the Church is doing here is inviting us to "read past" the chapter divisions, which are post-biblical anyway and not necessarily inspired. Read this passage as if it were all within one chapter, and you'll immediately see how clearly John links the vision of the Ark to the Woman Clothed With the Sun.

John announces that he saw the Temple in Heaven (not the one on earth: that's been destroyed) and within it, the long-lost Ark. What's that -- the Ark? The Ark? Can we hear more about this? Yes: "...a woman clothed with the sun..."!


Meanwhile, over at Fr. Jim Tucker's blog, there's too much good stuff today to retell here. Go there for:

* Gregorian Chant as a continuation of ancient Jewish psalmody
* The late Cardinal Danielou's beautiful statement of why he's a Catholic
* A defense of High Mass against Tridheads who seem to prefer a near-silent, response-less liturgy (I say this as a quasi-Tridhead myself, but with High Mass proclivities)
* A discussion of one of the key Arlington Diocese paradoxes: sound-and-orthodox clergy & ugly-modernist church architecture. Most churches there are bad variations on the church-in-the-round theme. (There's only one parish in the diocese -- St. Michael's in Annandale -- where this works, because it's done in such a way as to direct the eye toward the tabernacle in dead-center).

I think the best mot about northern Virginia's penchant for round churches was delivered by Fr. Daniel Gee, at the all-too-round All Saints Church in Manassas: "Our diocese grew up in the '70s, so all its churches have bell-bottoms."




Wednesday, August 14, 2002
 
Roy Campbell, VII

No poem this time, just a link to Joseph Pearce's excellent essay on Campbell in a recent issue of Lay Witness, the magazine of Catholics United for the Faith.




 
A Warm Welcom to Blogistan...

...for Catholic-convert law student Matt Shaddrix, whose new blog Kross&Sweord (that's a Saxonism, not a typo) will cover
"Church History, Anglo-Saxon/Celtic Christian Experience, The Crusades, Mythology, Theological Controversy, Federalism, Natural Law, All Things Tolkien, War Between the States, and SEC Football" (hey, we all have our roots!).






 
Pejmanpundit

Whoa -- a Dante-literate, Chesterton-and-Lewis-quoting, Israel-defending, Bat-Yeor-reading, Cacciaguida-linking fellow blogger! Here's here; I'm there!





Tuesday, August 13, 2002
 
Roy Campbell, VI

A few weeks ago I promised more about the Alcazar ("al-KAH-thar") of Toledo. Well, it's time.

When the Spanish Civil War broke out in July of 1936, the Alcazar of Toledo was held by the Nationals, while the Red regime held the rest of Toledo and the surrounding area, including Madrid, a little to the north. Even with virtually no functioning communication between the commander of the Alcazar, Col. Jose Moscardo, and the Nationalist commanders, Moscardo and his men held out against a siege (including mines) to which the Reds subjected it.

The single most famous incident connected with the siege of the Alcazar is the seizure by the Reds of Col. Moscardo's son. They put him on the phone to his father, and the young man confirmed that his captors intended to kill him if the Alcazar did not yield. "Then, my son," said the Colonel, "shout Viva el Cristo Rey and die like a Spaniard." The young man was executed.

Generals Mola and Franco decided that the Alcazar had to be relieved, even though this inevitably meant postponing the liberation of Madrid. Meanwhile, conditions inside the Alcazar -- short on food, water, medicine, and anesthetics -- can well be imagined. The tour of the place that Cacciaguida took in 1977 makes a very deep impression. I don't know if the same plaques and memorials are still there today.




THE ALCAZAR MINED

This Rock of Faith, the thunder-blasted --
Eternity will hear it rise
With those who (Hell itself outlasted)
Will lift it with them to the skies!
Till whispered through the depths of Hell
The censored Miracle be known,
And flabbergasted Fiends re-tell
How fiercer tortures than their own
By living faith were overthrown;
How mortals, thinned to ghastly pallor,
Gangrened and rotting to the bone,
With winged souls of Christian valour
Beyond Olympus or Valhalla
Can heave ten thousand tons of stone!










 
Dappled Things

I've added Father Jim Tucker's blog, Dappled Things (named for a famous line from the great convert poet Gerard Manley Hopkins SJ), to my left margin and to my daily visit list.




 
Martyrs

Today is the feast of St. Pontian, Pope and martyr, and St. Hippolytus, priest and martyr, whose death can only be pinpointed as far as "3rd century."

That tells us most of what we need to know. A pre-304 martyrdom, labeled in the calendar as "St. A and companions" or St. B, Pope, and St. C, priest," usually means that two or more were nailed while saying Mass.

I sometimes think the scariest thing about martyrdom is the thought that "no one" would ever know. Of course, God knows -- "not a bad public, that," as St. Thomas More would say -- but I sometimes wonder how far that thought would really get me if it came to the point.

So, Saints Pontian and Hippolytus, don't worry -- it was not for nought, we do remember, and you are being blogged!

By the way, the missal says these martyrdoms took place in "under Emperor Maximinus Thrax." Not even in Star Wars would you find a name like that! Did he marry Ann, I wonder?




Monday, August 12, 2002
 
The Saudis, II

I don't plan to make this a regular feature, but, as Viscount Mulcaster says, "Time of national emergency -- anything could happen."

Drop whatever you're doing, get a copy of today's Wall Street Journal, and read the lead op-ed: "The Saudi Way" by Simon Henderson, adjunct scholar at the Washington Institute for Near East Policy, and proprietor of saudistrategies.com. Or register at OpinionJournal.com and read it there.





Saturday, August 10, 2002
 
R&J notes, IV

Bet you'd thought I'd forgotten about this feature, didn't you? Not for a couple of weeks yet.

Anyway, today's observation is that Capulet has a household servant named Potpan. Isn't that great? Potpan!

Potpan, Potpan, Potpan, Potpan, POTPAN!

Yep, the Capulet kitchen staff consists of Susan Grindstone, Nell, Anthony, an unnamed chief serving-man, and POTPAN!

In I.iii, a servant announces to Mrs. Capulet (the text never calls her "Lady" -- check it out) that the feast is ready: "Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you called, my young lady asked for, the Nurse cursed in the pantry, and everything in extremity." (I.iii.100-103, Arden.) Apparently it's just not a Capulet feast until the Nurse has been cursed in the pantry.

The crucial feast scene is then introduced by the chief serving-man asking, "Where's Potpan that he helps not to take away?" He's probably in the pantry, cursing the Nurse.

Cite for Potpan: If you're using the Oxford Shakespeare edition (Jill Levenson, ed.), it's I.iv.113-128. If you're a normal person and recognize a scene-break as we enter Capulet's home, after Benvolio's "Strike, drum," as has every editor except Levenson since the late 18th century, it's I.v.1-15.

Actually, the Oxford editions have some virtues: their notes are thorough and interesting, their typeface is eye-friendly, they use full-name speech-prefixes (as Arden is just beginning to do, and as Folger now does, perhaps because they were losing market-share to Signet), they put space between speeches (which Arden does not), and their pages have plenty of room for one's own brilliant marginalia. But Harold Bloom has noted that the Oxford series has a penchant toward the ugliest editorial options, and some of their editorial decisions are minoritarian to the point of crankiness. In R&J, Levenson sticks to Q2 even when recourse to F1 or the "bad" Q1 is hallowed by tradition, and, as noted, she declines to recognize certain long-accepted scene changes, e.g. at the beginning of the Capulet ball and at the beginning of the Balcony Scene. That means that if you're relying on Levenson, your cites will be wildly off from everyone else's for two of the most important scenes in the play. In the Oxford Hamlet, the editor believes that the Q2 passages missing from F1 were deliberately deleted by Shakespeare, so out they go (into Appendix A). This includes, inter alia, Hamlet's "How all occasions do inform against me" speech.

Arden still rules.




Friday, August 09, 2002
 
Mayor Bloomberg

...Oi, don't get me started. Just visit Shamed's blog here for the latest.

For me, Bloomie's mandatory abortion training policy is a much graver offense against justice than his ban on restaurant smoking. Yet both show his dictatorial mindset, and the latter gives the lie to his supposed neutral commitment to "choice" in the former.

Giuliani had a dictatorial mindset too, and he had the wrong views on key issues, and his personal life was a mess, but there's no doubt the City became once again a great place to live and visit during his time in office. On my more recent visits, since Rudy left, I can already see it going to seed again. Why on earth did the City decide to impose term limits on its mayors just when Giuliani took office? It's the only job in which he'll ever do net good.




Thursday, August 08, 2002
 
A little more on Wagner and Wagnerian tenors

My earlier correspondent (who, I assure you, knows more than I do about singing and singers) writes again:

Wagner has always been conductor's music. That's a stubborn fact. But every
once in a while, a truly gifted singer comes along -- Melchior, for instance,
who seems to have been born to the literature, or Lotte Lehmann, Flagstad,
Traubel, or even Max Lorenz (in his earlier days) -- who can really make the
words come alive. A musicologist friend of mine in Germany said that Melchior
was the first singer to make the Wagner heroes more than statues.


I can believe it.

There aren't many things I'm too young for any more, but one of them is to have heard Melchior in person. For opera newbies, we're talking about Lauritz Melchior, a Danish singer who started as a baritone, then became (many believe) the greatest Wagnerian tenor of all time. His prime was from the 1920s into the '40s. Unlike many great Wagner singers, he avoided the Nazi taint altogether: during those years he sang mostly in the U.S. and England.

My father and grandfather heard him often at the Met, and I take it on their say-so that once that voice boomed out, you forgot that his appearance (somewhat that of a jovial, prosperous banker) made him look a bit silly in Siegfried's pelts and leather tunics. I assume the recordings don't do him justice. But they do illustrate one point that's at issue in the Heldentenor debates: Melchior had a baritonal sound that seems to have fallen out of favor after the War; the post-War Heldentenors, including Wolfgang Windgassen, had a lighter timbre that pleases some listeners but leaves others (like my correspondent!) perpetually doubting that the tenor in question will make it through the role. Earlier I called Windgassen a "reliable leather-lungs," but this is just what my correspondent used to doubt when hearing him.

Come to think of it, I never heard Windgassen live myself, though I was an active opera-goer while his career was still going full tilt. He never sang at the Met, though he would have been an improvement on Hans Hopf, who did. My in-the-house Heldentenor experience is limited to Jon Vickers (a great Siegmund in three different productions on two different coasts), Jess Thomas (had many of Windgassen's virtues and vices, but an even less pleasing voice), James McCracken (a great Tannhaeuser), Peter Hoffmann (spent himself on pop music, just like Kollo), Richard Cassilly (underrated: a good Tannhaeuser, and I even heard a passable Tristan from him once), and Toni Kraemer (did a great Siegfried at the Met in 1986, but what happened to him? Phhhht -- gone!). Somewhere in there I probably also heard Siegfried Jerusalem -- another one who leads more with the mind than with the lungs. I will defend his Loge and Siegfried on the Levine video set against all comers.


Speaking of imperfect human beings, I'm surprised there was so much objection
about Levine's lefty views. I've been in and around music so long, I expect
*everyone* to be a lefty and am pleasantly surprised when someone turns out not
to be a moron. And Wagner was far from perfect -- the prevailing view (from
Tolkien, for instance) was that Wagner's Ring was essentially told from a
socialist mindset.


I've never bought the Shaw interpretation of the RING myself -- the RING as allegory of the fall of capitalist society -- mainly because the RING is too big to be an allegory of anything supposedly bigger. Basically, it's about what it's about: the fall of the Norse gods through their own vices and despite their erstwhile nobility. Beyond that, one can see any number of significances in it, but those are all personal, subjective, secondary to the great story-line.


I don't let that stop me enjoying the music, anyway, and I
can get the conservative Ring by reading Tolkien. So there you go.


Amen!









 
Roy Campbell, V

THE FIGHT

One silver-white and one of scarlet hue,
Storm-hornets humming in the wind of death,
Two aeroplanes were fighting in the blue
Above our town; and if I held my breath,
It was because my youth was in the Red
While in the White an unknown pilot flew --
And that the White had risen overhead.

From time to time the crackle of a gun
Far into flawless ether faintly rattled,
And now, mosquito-thin, into the Sun,
And now like mating dragonflies they sailed:
And, when like eagles near the earth they drove,
The Red, still losing what the White had won,
The harder for each lost advantage strove.

So lovely lay the land -- the towers and trees
Taking the seaward counsel of the stream:
The city seemed, above the far-off seas,
The crest and turret of a Jacob's dream,
And those two gun-birds in their frantic spire
At death-grips for its ultimate regime --
Less to be whirled by anger than desire.

Till (Glory!) from his chrysalis of steel
The Red flung wide the fatal fans of fire:
I saw the long flames, ribboning, unreel,
And slow bitumen trawling from his pyre.
I knew the ecstasy, the fearful throes,
And the white phoenix from his scarlet sire,
As silver in the Solitude he rose.

The towers and the trees were lifted hymns of praise,
The city was a prayer, the land a nun:
The noonday azure strumming all its rays
Sang that a famous battle had been won,
As signing his white Cross, the very Sun,
The Solar Christ and captain of my days
Zoomed to the zenith; and his will was done.







Tuesday, August 06, 2002
 
On Levine, Wagner tenors, etc.

A reader writes in:

I can't confirm this independently, but I hear from a trusted friend
and colleague who sang for a couple of years in NY that Levine is an avid
ephebophile. Word is that he was nearly lynched in Atlanta around 1983 because
one of his conquests squealed.

Since I heard this, I haven't bought a single one of his recordings or watched
him on television.

Anyway, if you go to JPC, you can get all sorts of amazing Wagner recordings by
*REAL* singers -- not the noodle-armed, hairless-chested Windgassen or the
pop-diva Kollo, but MELCHIOR, the granddaddy of us all. My teacher was a
Heldentenor in Germany through most of the '60s and 70s, and he turned me on to
Melchior back in the 80s. It was years before I truly appreciated the man's
gifts, but the live recordings you can get there will blow you away.

There's a recording of *Lohengrin* from 1935 with Lotte Lehmann as Elsa, for
instance. In the Third Act, LM sounds as fresh as if he had just warmed up, and
that's the toughest singing in the show. This performance is so old, by the
way, that the announcer describes the stage action during orchestral
interludes.


Yes, the rumors swirl around Levine -- that he's a "-phile" of anything not nailed down -- and after a while they get hard to dismiss. But I judge people differently when they are not holding themselves out as moral leaders, as all clergymen implicitly are, and as some opera personalities (e.g. Jessye Norman) try to do.

I once wrote a pro-Levine article in a conservative magazine, and some of the neo-con arts commissars threw a hissy-fit. Their view was, Levine is on the left, so we aren't to like him. It's funny how those Stalinist mental habits linger on even when Stalinists become neo-cons.

For me, if Bishop Sullivan were to give up bishopping and become, say, an Irish tenor, or a baseball coach, or a professional chipmunk-impersonator, I would judge him in those capacities in accordance with the standards proper to each of those fields. I judge Levine as a conductor and an impresario, and I think he's great at both.

We may have a jolly old disagreement about heldentenors. Of course, Windgassen had nowhere near the voice of Melchior -- no one but Melchior ever has. But WW was a reliable leather-lungs for almost twenty years, and he was an intelligent performer. There was dramatic understanding behind his performances (especially his Tannhaeuser), even if not the vocal glory of Melchior, or, for that matter, Svanholm. In short, I think John Culshaw's appreciation of WW when he finally stepped in to relieve "our Siegfried" is about right.

(And who was "our Siegfried"? People seem to think it was Ernst Kozub, Solti's Melot, but I think it was Fritz Uhl, Solti's Tristan. Uhl has all the requirements: great voice and great stupidity. Catch him in the '58 Knappertsbusch Rheingold, where he sings gloriously, but gets hopelessly lost in his very last bit of singing -- Ihr da im Wasser -- and just stops!)

As for Kollo, he was OK while he lasted. Have you heard his Tannhaeuser (the Solti recording)? It's as if he's consciously doing an impression of Windgassen!

Anyway, thanks for writing, and thanks for the Wagner links!





 
Who "found" the Troubadors?

Eve and I have both gotten an interesting letter from H.D. Miller. Catch it here on Eve's blog. I'll just respond to this part:

In many respects, de Rougemont's book is outdated. First up, most people, including the OED, accept that the Troubadors were most profoundly influenced by Muslim singers and poets, including slave girls trained as singers and poets who were brought into France as booty (ha!) from various campaigns in al-Andalus. (I mention the OED because they recently settled on the Arabic word "taraba" "to sing" as the root of the French word which became the English word troubadour. This settled a long standing controversy over the origins.)

Hmmmm. In the Medieval Studies Department at Yale, we were pretty satisfied with the theory that linked troubador and its various cognates with the word that means "to find" in the Romance languages (trouver in modern French, trovare in modern Italian, etc.). The idea was that the troubadors claimed to have "found" their songs, not created them. The Middle Ages did not value originality of authorship; on the contrary, it was the mark of a bounder (which many troubadors were, but that's another story). Every work had to have what Chaucer would call an "auctoritee." So it was like, "Noble ladies, listen to what I found...."

Someday I'll turn again to the question of the origins of the Troubadors, and I'll follow truth where it leads. But from the rest of this blog, you may get some sense of the sort of reception the "We owe it all to the Arabs" theory tends to get hereabouts.

Meanwhile, catch Mr. Miller at his blog here.






 
Absolutely null and utterly void...

...and completely out of their gourd. Thanks to Eve for the link.

And in response to your many questions, here is the link to Pope Leo XIII's Apostolicae Curae, On the Nullity of Anglican Orders.




 
The Saudis

Finally, the foreign policy mainstream (in this case, the Rand Corporation) seems to have considered the possibility that a government that finances a global network of hate and terrorism against the West in general and the U.S. in particular might not after all be a reliable ally.

Among the Rand analyst's conclusions:

The Saudis are active at every level of the terror chain, from planners to financiers, from cadre to foot-soldier, from ideologist to cheerleader.

Saudi Arabia supports our enemies and attacks our allies.



Predictable reactions from Henry the K (Saudis are "manageable" -- just like the Soviets, right?) and Saudi Ambassador (for life, it seems) Prince Bandar. The Prince says, "Repeating lies will never make them facts," and you know, Cacciaguida doesn't really disagree.





 
Zorak Explains It All For You

...where "you" = a husband.

Actually, the post comes from Kairos; but Zorak -- ever the Princess Bride -- gives us the "good parts version."




 
Martin Ford, a splendid young Catholic gentleman from the Bay Area, has reservations about Catholic kids who prefer "Socratic" Catholic colleges to (shh) Steubenville.

One of Martin's cautionary tales about such students: I know a kid who graduated early and went to one of these schools and he now smokes a pipe and drinks Port with Jesuits!

Outrageous! He should be smoking a pipe and drinking port with Dominicans! Or Carmelites, maybe, if they do pipes and port.




Monday, August 05, 2002
 
CBS rehabilitating Hitler?

Cacciaguida usually thinks he has a finger on the ideological pulse, but sometimes even he is surprised. We live in an age of deconstruction of certainties, and you never know which one will be next: "Killing defenseless human beings is wrong," "There are two sexes," and now, apparently, "Hitler was bad."

Click here for a news item about the "controversy" over a miniseries on the Fuehrer that CBS is planning for next February. It might sound like no big deal. But Cacciaguida has inside sources in the television industry, and one of them has obtained -- after what he calls "stonewalling by the production company" -- a copy of the script.

He writes: "It is roughly based on Ian Kershaw's book, but, as drama, INVENTS dialogue, interior Hitlerian thoughts, etc, plays it against Wagnerian music, and turns him into a Savior of The People -- ALL the people. It is horrendous, especially at a time of a collapsing economy, weakening faith, lowering trust in American corporate institutions. And it will play next February, when the economy may be even worse, a time ripe for a new demagogue. It is a veritable Nazi hagiography: no context, no Wansee, no Auschwitz, not even World War II, except in a non-connected brief prologue in the ruined bunker."

What's up with this? (Yes, this is a "one-source" story: I don't blog for a living, I'm not at present a professional reporter, and nothing could interest me less than calling up CBS's flacks to get their "side." If anyone has any information that would clarify matters, please e-mail it to me at paradisoxv@hotmail.com. Otherwise, just remember that this is Blogistan, not The Daily Bugle.)

As you know by now, I'm a great one for finding contexts that turn otherwise ho-hum events into disturbing trends. Here's the context in which I see this CBS-Hitler thing: Americans and Europeans seem alike to have forgotten the history of 1933-45 except as a source of rhetorical bombshells to throw at specific targets: for the Europeans, that would be Israel; for Americans (mainly professional Catholic dissenters), that would be Pope Pius XII. An alert Martian reading our media today would get the impression that both Israel and Pius are/were "Nazis" but the people who called themselves Nazis weren't!

Prediction: 20 years from now, Pius XII will be condemned for his insensitivity toward the "legitimate aspirations of the German people" and for interfering (e.g. by sheltering Jews in monasteries, etc.) with the German peoples' efforts to combat "Zionist imperialism." This condemnation will be proposed at the UN by the United Islamic Republic of Europe.






 
Over at Mets Blog, the generous Greg has some guarded good words for an erstwhile target of his criticism.




 
Good Weigel column here: "Meeting Archbishop Dolan: a parody." Thanks to Mark Shea for the link.

And while you're visiting Mark, don't miss his take on the latest from "Bishop"* Spong.

* "absolutely null and utterly void" -- Leo XIII, writing ex cathedra on the validity of Anglican orders (Apostolicae Curae)




 
I'm not really following the "VOTF" issue closely, but if you'd like to, start here with Karl Schudt's many insights and links.




Friday, August 02, 2002
 
Sullivan -- "Wally," not Andrew -- on homoerotic hijinks

The long-time and for-the-time-being Bishop of Richmond, Va. (resignation watch: ten months, eleven days), just made this statement defending his reinstatement of a priest accused of ephebophilia, on grounds that "treatment" has been successfully completed. (The local paper's related story is here. Note the resignations from the bishop's "panel.")

Besides the impenetrable bureaucratese, which replaced Latin in many chanceries about a generation ago, note this observation from the above-referenced statement:

I've said that there was behavior that blurred boundaries and which I consider imprudent for a seminary faculty member. That appraisal doesn't ignore the setting of an all-boys boarding school. There are the daily routines, the sports related pranks and the typical camaraderie that could take on ugly nuances if cast into another setting.

Show of hands -- how many of you parents would send your boys to a school where there's no sexual abuse, just a few "blurred boundaries"? And "the setting of an all-boys boarding school" -- that's relevant, how? To aggravate the offense? To exculpate it?

The Bishop's benevolence toward "sports related pranks and the typical camaraderie" might be mere common sense, were there not a sinister context. Richmond was the first diocese in the country to have active "outreach" to "sexual minorities." It did so -- using that terminology -- in the mid-1970s, long before it was cool, but a matter of months after the present Bishop had taken office.

In a Q-&-A session with some Evangelical students back in 1994, the Bishop -- while stoutly upholding the Church's teaching that homosexual "genital sex" is "wrong" (his words) -- spoke much more harshly about "stereotyping of homosexuals" and being "judgmental." His statement of yesterday brought back to this writer's mind the following exchange from that 1994 event, of which I have an edited transcript in front of me, as published in The Virginian Pilot (Sunday, October 16, 1994; story begins at page J1):

Q: I think it's a matter of semantics. We're saying that being homosexual means that that person will desire someone of the same sex.

A (Bp. Sullivan): What about heterosexuals and lustful desires?....[Ellipsis in transcript as published] It all depends on what we mean about lusting for women in your heart. There is such a thing as male-female attraction. We are sexual beings. Don't deny sexuality. You are taking all the fun out of life. It is most important that we are sexual beings
.

Those of you with database access can pull the story and verify that I am not doctoring the quotes. You see the thought-pattern: to defend chastity in thought as well as deed, as Our Lord taught it (Mt. 5:27-30), is to "deny sexuality" and to "tak[e] all the fun out of life."

I thought at first the Bishop was going to make the sound and important point that straights too can commit "adultery in the heart," but no: apparently there's something (what, exactly? ogling? flirtation? something more tactile?) the avoidance of which "takes the fun out of life." A summary (my words) might be: "Sure, look around, cop a feel, have fun -- just don't go, you know, too far, wink wink, nudge nudge." I try to put that into the Sermon on the Mount, and it doesn't quite fit.

Those 1994 remarks, and the recent history of the Diocese of Richmond on this issue, give a certain creepy context to the Bishop's remarks about "blurred boundaries," "sports related pranks," and "typical camaraderie" -- all in "the setting of an all-boys boarding school."




Thursday, August 01, 2002
 
A fan of Wagner fans

The distinguished monthy Opera (published in England, and known outside the Scepter'd Isle as "English Opera," though its coverage is global) has a back-of-the-book feature called "I Can't Live Without...." where a different writer each month tells what subset of the operatic world he "can't live without," and why. The February 2002 issue (hey, it's expensive, and I rely on my parents passing their back issues on to me; besides, with normal delivery, the February issue would just about be reaching me anyway) has a "Can't Live Without" by one Shirley Apthorp, and what she can't live without is Wagnerians -- not Wagner, mind you, but his devotees. She has never quite gotten it about the music, but she simply adores those who are daft about it. Like me.

As Ms. Apthorp got to know opera in general, she got to know Wagnerians. "When the subject came up, a glazed look would creep into their eyes, and they'd murmur in mysterious tones about high planes of ecstasy." Yup, we do that thing. (Some of us have also been caught doing it about a college debating society, but enough about that.) About a fellow-student who was One Of Them, she writes: [I]t was edifying watching him prepare for an evening of opera with almost religious devotion." She should have seen me in my teens! In my own case, in due time the Son of God knocked the Master of Bayreuth a few notches down on the veneration pole -- but not off it altogether.

Still not a Wagnerian herself, Ms. Althorp remarks that her Wagnerian friends are "prepared to tolerate my agnosticism, and I can't live without their enthusiasm. Of course it's better if it doesn't reach the twitching, note-taking, psychotic form of Wagnerianism -- there are cases where medication is clearly called for -- but as a general rule of thumb [Yo, editor: either "general rule" or "rule of thumb." Duh. -- Ed.] I watch with admiration and envy."

Thanks for the support, Shirley, and by the way -- come on in, the Rhine is fine! (And pass the medication, would you? There's a good girl.)




 


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Haitink, therefore I am

Right now, I'm listening to the Rheingold from Bernard Haitink's complete recording of Wagner's Ring. I also own the Gotterdaemmerung from this set, but the usual sources have failed me in my quest for this set's Walkuere and Siegfried. If anyone knows where I can get these, please let me know. If the source is yourself, feel free to propose terms, but forget what you've heard about lavish law professor salaries.

(For Ring beginners, stick with the Solti set on Decca/London, or the Levine set on DG; or, if it makes a big difference to hear it sung in an excellent English translation, the Goodall set on Chandos.)