And what a beautiful sun day it is ! Clear sky, clear air, wonderful sunlight – and a damn cold Eastern wind. The streets are empty. People do not actually go onto the other side of the street when they see me coming, but everybody keeps notably distance to any other human being. In the supermarket they marked areas on the floor, so it is easier to keep distance when standing in line – on the condition that one has enough brain cells left to understand what these markings mean. It is seemingly not as self-evident as the average persons thinks, as I could watch just an hour ago in a local market. Some people really radiate selfish dumbness, and act even worse than one would expect. Maybe we should give the idea of post-humanism and the end of the anthropocene a few thoughts. (Sadly MacCORMACK has huffed a bit too much of those dangerous, yet seductive, postmodernist fumes, I think. Is there btw really something new, something that MALTHUS not already has said ?) Anyway, the misbehaviour of few does not vindicate the extinction of the whole species, possibly. To relax I need some gentle Estonian rhythm rumble on : Velly JOONAS sings about whatever, it may be the phone book or the beauty of the Estonian forests, I don’t know and I do not want to know. She had me with “görrrbes” – ah, the beauty of the rrolling Estonian “RRR” ! I hope you can enjoy Stopp, Seisku Aegg ! (1983), may we all have a peaceful week.
The wind still attacks this house fiercely. The doors to my living room and my bathroom rattle, and it is remarkably cold outside. A sharp set back from the nice days we enjoyed, the yellow press calls it “Schwedenschelle” (Swedish slap ?) – who invents these silly names, think “Russenpeitsche” (Russian whip) ? Will the next Eastern cold front be called “Finnenfaust”, Finnish fist ? When it is too unfriendly outside, and besides permission to go out is restricted anyway, we at least can read about interesting places & persons. You may remember the portrait of marchesa Luisa CASATI (Ger., Eng.) (1881-1957) I mentioned some posts ago. I am glad to have found this illustrated article about her life on Rocaille, a place worth to be explored, I think. Author and editor is the art historian signora Annalisa P. CIGNITTI. CASATI was the subject of an exhibition in Venice (article with pictures), and donna CIGNITTI also wrote about the Villa San Michele on Capri where la marchesa lived 1919/1920. There she left an inscription on the wall : “Oser. Vouloir. Savoir. Se-taire”. “Wagen, wollen, wissen. Schweigen.” Interestingly this motto can also be found on the wall of Madame Louise EBELs blue room (article) in Paris. Madame EBEL, also an art historian, wrote a book about these scandalous 19th century women Geneviève LANTELME (Eng., Fr.), Henriette MAILLAT, Berthe de COURRIÈRE (Eng., Fr.), la baronne DESLANDES (Eng., Fr.), Mina (= Wilhelmina Apollonia) SCHRADER, and Gisèle d’ESTOC (about). I have to confess that all but one of these names were unknown to me. And ironically the only one who rung a little bell in the back of my hazy mazy head, SCHRADER, belongs to the person in this list I could find the least about. There is a picture of her in the collection of anarchists’ portraits by Alphonse BERTILLON (collection; about, scroll down). According to thisdemoiselle SCHRADER de NYZOT (NYSOLD ? NYSOLI ?) (born 22nd of October 1874) was arrested in Paris when 19 years old, and photographed. I vaguely remember, but have no clue why, that she belongs to the sphere of RODIN – ? Around 1900 she seemingly plans to publish two books, one about La Recherche de Dieu, the other about Les Sources de l’Èlectricité. Maybe, in the end, GOd is electric ? Sadly I can not fully use The Dictionary of Artists’ Models, edited by Jill Berk JIMINEZ (Chicago London 2001) online from home. And the library is closed, of course, indefinitely. Meanwhile it’s dark. The wind is still there, howling. Trusty. Schwedenschelle. Russenpeitsche.