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Day: June 24, 2014
Women, Art and Authority: The Language of Exclusion
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Fede Galizia, ‘Judith with the Head of Holofernes’ (possible self-portrait). 1596.
I recently watched Amanda Vickery’s series, ‘The Story of Women and Art,’ which you can catch on Iplayer (and catch it soon, before it goes).
I am a pretty obvious target for this series. The name I blog under, Jeanne de Montbaston, is the name of one of the few medieval women artists about whom we know a fair amount. I’m not an Art Historian, but I’m very interested in women artists, because in medieval England (and France, and Italy …), you often find that the people illuminating books – or making tapestries and other works of art we’ve now lost – were women. I suspect that the fourteenth and fifteenth centuries were actually a reasonably good time to be a woman artist. Yet, ironically, I suspect that’s true for women like Jeanne de Montbaston simply because…
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Rocks bestrew my path
When true love’s gone
and doom hangs over head,
When life runs like a river to the sea,
Then, shall I take new lovers to my bed,
And with their carnal touch consoled be?
When true loves lie and break my woman’s heart,
When life seems grey and rocks bestrew my path,
Then, shall I my life of evil start,
And, on the world, shall I bestow my wrath?
When true loves lie and wreck all loyalty;
When puzzlement makes all the world seem mad;
Then I shall upend causality
And let myself do deeds which make all glad.
For I have love’s own child inside my soul
And I shall tend her till at last she’s grown
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How to books just out of reach
How to tackle your fancy
How to lay your own eggs to save money….
How to be trying to doctors.
How to test your patience or patients.
How to be brisk but not brusque for men and women alike.
How to prey daily en masse
How to spot wolves in the city.
How to play wolf and love it
How to wail profoundly.
How to talk in precis.
How to be feminine and masculine simultaneously.
How to bare a child in the sunshine and get a tan
How to play willy nilly.
How do you see the future?
How to predict yourself easily
How to love bitter.
How to laugh longer…
How to love longer.
How to sleep longer and longer
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Love,the word
Now love is not an easy word to use,
for excess talk has torn away its soul;
In cards and letters,we must stand accused
so where love dwelt,there’s now a widening hole.
And if our language changes, what’s the cost,
when life departs from words that meant so much
or is there something permanently lost
when hands and pens have lost the way to touch?
We soon forget what loving used to mean
We change to fit our fractured complex realms
Till we are now as fractured in our schemes
and what once was,seems never to have been.
Yet there’s a remnant found in art and song
Which we can capture while our spirits long.
How my heart sings 