Because
"There Ain't No Cure" (a la Leonard Cohen) for IMPOSSIBLE LOVE, the
Gypsy Scholar presents the theme of IMPOSSIBLE LOVE though his Orphic Essay-with Soundtrack. The Gypsy Scholar would remind his listeners that there's a place other than the one of our daytime routine —a "somewhere else"— where, we also long to belong and need to go to from time to
time. The Gypsy Scholar knows "that we are reminded of this place by a song we hear on the radio,"
and that we can even go there through the gateway of song(s) we hear
on the radio. In the Gypsy Scholar's lexicon, that "place," that
"somewhere else" is the Tower of Song.
"There
is no cure for impossible love when it revolutionizes our lives. When
it leads to the future as well as into the past, when it cannot be
comprehended on a purely personal level, then it is not an illness, but
an initiation. Initiation into depths, but also into longing, and this
will not, should not, ever cease. This longing keeps us in proximity to
our souls. It reminds us, as we conscientiously go through the
obligations and activities of every day, that there is a place, a
"somewhere else" where we also belong and need to go to from time to
time. We are reminded of this place by a song we hear on the radio, a
sentence we read in a newspaper, a picture on a subway wall, a memory
brought to life by a smell. We usually associate this longing with the
human object of our impossible loving, but such reminders may also
evoke a time —a year of happiness long forgotten— or a place —a country
loved and left — or an activity — music embraced and then given up. In
fact, when we can actually go to that place, do that activity,
re-create all the elements of that happy time, we find that it's not
that either. Even if an impossible love becomes possible, our longing
will still be there. It will simply change form, reminding us that we
are never quite all here and that part of us always belongs to an
Other." --Jan Bauer
In
search of the "Beloved," Re-Vision Radio, quests back--"way, way
back"--to Plato's myth (in the Symposium) of the primordial Androgyne.
According to the myth, human beings were once androgynous--both male
and female. These round beings--"man-woman children of the Moon"--were
so powerful that the gods became jealous and cut them in half. From
then on, each half passionately longed for its lost other half.
"Each
of us, when separated, having one side only ... is but the indenture of a
man, and is always looking for his other half.... And when one of them
meets with his other half, the actual half of himself ... the pair are
lost in an amazement of love and friendship and intimacy, and one will
not be out of the other's sight, as they say, even for a moment...."
Thus,
this may be the origin of the belief--found in many cultures--that
every male and female on earth has a "heavenly counterpart." This, of
course, is associated not only with the modern psychological idea of
the "psychic other" (Jung) in each gender (anima/animus), but
also the
popular (new-age) idea of the "soul mate."
This ancient mythic
theme has taken many forms over the ages. Sometimes the person dreamt
of a supernatural lover and sometimes the person actually meets the
supernatural lover, who oftentimes was actually a "fairie." (Given that
the medieval narratives of the "unhappy love" of Tristan &
Iseult--"an old tune so full of sadness"--were taken from an
older Celtic legend, the mythogem of the "fairie" is retained in that
Iseult's mother was a sorceress--she prepared the magic
love-potion--and by hints that Iseult was a fairy-queen.) The legend
became especially popular as a subject of poetry in the eighteenth and
nineteenth centuries with the Romantics. Keats' "Eve of St. Agnes" and
"La Belle Dame Sans Merci" are good examples of the poetic treatment of
the theme. In the former, the lady to be wed meets the supernatural
lover through a dream, and in the latter, darker poem, a knight is
pinning away to death because he met a beautiful, wild-looking woman in
a meadow who, although she spoke a language he could not understand,
sang him a mysterious song. He is bewitched and finally kisses her to
sleep, and then falls asleep himself. Awakening later, the woman was
gone, and the knight is left alone on the cold hillside.
In the medieval romances (e.g, Tristan & Isolde) and these Romantic (e.g., "La Belle Dames Sans Merci") poems, the more tragic aspects of Romantic Love--impossible love--are
emphasized.
"Sometimes It's Impossible"
IMPOSSIBLE LOVE: or Why the Heart Must Go Wrong
Wrong Kinds of Love
Certain kinds of love affairs are both impossible to live and impossible to forget. They may last a month, or they may go on for years. It doesn't really matter, because they mark our lives far beyond the actual time spent in living them.
A description of these love affairs would not correspond to the relationships that psychology and the experts hold up as proof of maturity and healthy self-esteem. Indeed, they go against every official version of good and "possible" love. They happen at the wrong time, in the wrong place, and with the wrong person. They lead less to intimacy on earth than to intimations of immortality somewhere between heaven and hell. No wonder they go by the name of "impossible love" impossible to live, impossible to give up, impossible to understand—more about confusion than complicity. They exalt and they humiliate, they promise and they disappoint, but they do not bring peace of mind. In addition to all this, they usually end badly. We may become saints or sinners, but we will not become "winners" in these particular love affairs.
Frequently, we sense this from the beginning, and we go into these relationships knowing we shouldn't. We can already count the reasons, proving it will never work. And yet we go. And once in, we stay in them long after we should, even when the impossibility is "proven" beyond a reasonable doubt. But these are not reasonable events, and they are definitely not the "right" kinds of love we would probably have if we had been reasonable in the first place and listened to the advice of concerned friends and therapists. From a healthy minded point of view, these relationships remain both impossible and wrong.
Their impossibility may come from obvious outer taboos or hidden inner inhibitions, material difficulties or psychological differences. Whatever the cause of the obstacles that intrude between the lovers and their love, transgressing them becomes irresistible and heightens the feeling of intensity, but it doesn't make the love any more possible. It just adds to the sense of "wrongness." Wrong to love, wrong to fail to overcome the obstacles to loving.
In former times, this kind of love was called tragic, romantic, or doomed, a great passion or even a "folie a deux." Today, it is more often termed a neurosis, an addiction, or a projection. The star crossed lovers of yesteryear have become the dysfunctional, co dependent patients of today. In the twelfth century AD., Abelard and Heloise were punished and ostracized for loving wrongly. Today, they would be labeled and treated. Each epoch provides its opportunities for impossible love and creates sanctions to deal with it. Today, as in the past, in spite of psychology, people go on loving wrongly and impossibly. They may read self help books by day, but they read love poems by night, and they feel as caught by their own contradictions as they do by the passion itself.
Why would any normal person, especially any normal person with some psychological and practical understanding, consent to such an experience? Why would anyone risk loss of control, of face, of well being, perhaps even of family and reputation for an impossible love? Clearly, a normal person in a normal state of mind would not. Faced with the advent of passion, he or she would consider the risks and run the other way, tie him or herself to the mast, if necessary, in order not to succumb to the siren's call. And many people do run away or bravely and successfully resist before it is too late. Others, even "luckier;" never even hear the song and may manage to live a whole life long without the experience of such disruptive love. It isn't for everyone, nor is it the only way for normal people to be catapulted into abnormal states. Impossible love is just one of the routes into great pain, and through it perhaps great depth and new meaning.
Death, illness, divorce, failure, reversal of fortune and hopes are a few of the other blows that life may reserve to jolt us into an awareness beyond that of everyday consciousness. Sometimes the jolt comes from outside, sometimes it comes from within. In one form or another, life provides the raw materials. Unfortunately, it doesn't give the directions or the answers. Maybe that will take a lifetime, but let us at least start by asking the questions. Not the "Why me?" or the "Who can I blame?" or the "What did I do wrong?" questions, but the "Why now?" and the "What for?" questions. What does this event mean in my life, and how can I live it so that at my death I can say I have lived, and not that I was lived?
To ask this question takes a particular kind of courage, not necessarily of the active, heroic kind. It means holding the balance between the temptation to give up and the temptation to strike out. It means having the courage to face the "dragon" (or the symptom, or the problem, or the "bad" guy in our dreams and lives) and find out what it wants, instead of killing it and walking away untouched. It means, if we are engaged in the dragon energy of an impossible love, facing its fire and inquiring what it is bringing into our lives.
It isn't natural to do this. Even Parsifal, the hero of the Grail Quest, who went through death defying adventures in order to find the sacred chalice, forgot to ask what the quest was all about the first time he came to the place of the grail. Because he forgot, because he just wanted to grab and run, the grail disappeared, and so he had to leave and be further tried before he could return, chastened and less greedy, to claim the prize. Like him, most of us forget many times around. We want the prizes of answers and solutions, not meaning. We may be willing to read books and pay therapists but we want results. It is so much harder to let events take their course in our lives, to meet them, and to let their meaning unfold, without over controlling or passively submitting. When something hurts, we want to find a cause, and our "culture of impatience" leads us to look for someone or something to blame: men, women, mothers, fathers, patients, therapists, ourselves, our bodies, our lovers, our lovers' lovers.
. . . . We all have the potential to become psychological fundamentalists when we resist coming to terms with life's ambiguities, including especially the contradictions in our own psyches. Blaming as a way of dealing with the paradox of impossible love doesn't help, either. The love may be all wrong, but there is no right answer—no diagnosis or theory to cure it. You can blame yourself and your vulnerability or foolishness. You can blame the other's ruthlessness, seduction, and unconsciousness. Still, the love is there, inappropriate, wrong, impossible perhaps, but undeniable.
Impossible love is not just undeniable in the psyche of a particular smitten individual, however. It is also undeniable in our culture, as a myth and a cultural "imago." Whether we actually live an impossible love or not, we are all deeply influenced by the myth of the star crossed lovers, the central image of Romantic Love. We just don't realize that behind the modem sentimentalized versions of romantic love lies the darker story, a story of impossibility, tragedy, arid death, not happy endings as in Hollywood. When we think of Romeo and Juliet, Abelard and Heloise, Tristan and Iseult, we think of their beauty and commitment, but we forget about their fate. We repress or blithely ignore their unhappy endings when we fall into fantasies of living a legendary love affair, and we are astonished by the darkness when we actually live one. . . .
. . . . We chafe in our relationships or their absence, decrying the lack of romance and/or passion. We yearn to partake in something that is more stirring, more momentous, more transcendent than the relationship we are living or have lived. We long for intensity and for transformation, but we are naive about that word "transformation." In our innocence, we often think it can just "happen" if we live right and go to the right workshops. Therapy will fix us, the workshop will change everything, or, better still, a passionate love affair will give us back our taste for life and transform our whole being. Unfortunately, this is magic thinking. It may happen that way on television, but not in real life. Transformation in real life takes place both gradually and imperceptibly or violently and rapidly, but it rarely takes place at the speed or in the way we had planned.
In cultures where transformation from one state to another is provoked by initiatory rites, the process is invariably and deliberately painful. Skin is lacerated, bodies are mutilated, the mind is stricken, as if to guarantee that there will be no going back to the way it was before. In our culture, where we have few official initiatory rites, our psyches seem to have found other ways to "lacerate" us into initiation and, perhaps, transformation.
An impossible and passionate love may be one of these ways. In that case, it is more than a romantic fantasy, and it may also be more than just a passing madness, a self destructive impulse, or a stubborn addiction. Whatever our ignorance or apprehension about its actual reality, it does continue to fascinate us as a cultural ideal and archetype. There must, therefore, be more to understand about it than its dark destruction, or even its sweet beauty. Indeed, as we shall see, in the "impossibility" of certain passions may lie the possibility of initiation into unknown depths of ourselves, of life, and even death.
This sense of "unknown depths" is what pulls us into the enchantment of a great and impossible love story, whether it be told in an old legend or shown in a modern movie. Our minds follow the story, the plot, the development and adventures of the characters, but our psyches respond to the archetypes. They respond to what is eternal and meaningful and universal behind the particular names and places, and in the responding they remind us that we do not just participate in the practical, linear here and now, but in the timeless space of myth and feeling and destiny.
If this were not true, we would simply leave the theater or put down the book and forget about it, like a meal enjoyed or a newspaper read. We would not be interested in love tales from another century about people we will never meet. But we are interested, and we don't forget these stories, any more than we forget the ones we live ourselves. How else to make sense of what we live? If impossible love is an initiation, it is not just a private one. It is a collective event, as well, that puts us in touch with aspects of human experience much vaster than our own lives.
. . . . How is it possible to survive and make some sense out of a love affair that erupts between two people, but cannot be lived out? How can we understand the disruptive message of impossible love in the cultural psyche of the world at large? There are no absolute or "right" answers in the pages that follow but rather patterns of experience and conclusions to be drawn from them. Most of all, however, starting with an old and true tale of impossible love upon which many of our modem fantasies are based, there is company, lovers past and present to meet and learn from, as we ask the question "What for?"
--Jan Bauer
La Belle Dame Sans Merci
La Belle Dame Sans Merci
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering? The sedge has withered from the lake, And no birds sing.
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms! So haggard and so woebegone? The squirrel's granary is full, And the harvest's done.
I see a lily on thy brow With anguish moist and fever dew, And on thy cheek a fading rose Fast withereth too.
"I met a lady in the meads, Full beautiful -a faery's child, Her hair was long, her foot was light, And her eyes were wild.
I made a garland for her head, And bracelets too, and fragrant zone; She looked at me as she did love, And made sweet moan.
I set her on my pacing steed, And nothing else saw all day long, For sidelong would she bend, and sing A faery's song.
She found me roots of relish sweet, And honey wild, and manna dew, And sure in language strange she said `I love thee true.'
She took me to her elfin grot, And there she wept, and sighed full sore, And there I shut her wild wild eyes With kisses four.
And there she lulled me asleep, And there I dreamed -Ah! woe betide! The latest dream I ever dreamed On the cold hill's side.
I saw pale kings and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried -`La Belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!'
I saw their starved lips in the gloam, With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here, On the cold hill's side.
And this is why I sojourn here, Alone and palely loitering, Though the sedge has withered from the lake, And no birds sing."
"La Belle Dame Sans Merci" --John Keats
La Belle Dame Sans Merci
Dante's Lady Scrovigni
O the dim light and the large circle of shade I have clomb, and to the whitening of the hills, There where we see no color in the grass. Natheless my longing loses not its green, It has so taken root in the hard stone Which talks and hears as though it were a lady.
Utterly frozen is this youthful lady, Even as the snow that lies within the shade; For she is no more moved than is the stone By the sweet season which makes warm the hills And alters from afresh from white to green Covering their sides again with flowers and grass.
When on her hair she sets a crown of grass The thought has no more room for other lady, Because she weaves the yellow with the green So well that Love sits down there in the shade,-- Love who has shut me in among low hills Faster than between walls of granite-stone.
She is more bright than is a precious stone; The wound she gives may not be healed with grass: I therefore have fled far o'er plains and hills For refuge from so dangerous a lady; But from her sunshine nothing can give shade,-- Not any hill, nor wall, nor summer-green.
A while ago, I saw her dressed in green,-- So fair, she might have wakened in a stone This love which I do feel even for her shade; And therefore, as one woos a graceful lady, I wooed her in a field that was all grass Girdled about with very lofty hills.
Yet shall the streams turn back and climb the hills Before Love's flame in this damp wood and green Burn, as it burns within a youthful lady, For my sake, who would sleep away in stone My life, or feed like beasts upon the grass, Only to see her garments cast a shade.
How dark so'er the hills throw out their shade, Under her summer-green the beautiful lady Covers it, like a stone cover'd in grass.
"Of the Lady Pietra degli Scrovigni" --Dante (trans. by D.G. Rossetti)
How the Gypsy Scholar Learned the Secret “What for” of Impossible Love
Most of all, however, starting with an old and true tale of impossible love upon which many of our modem fantasies are based, there is company, lovers past and present to meet and learn from, as we ask the question "What for?" --Jan Bauer
The Gypsy Scholar one day found himself part of the company of the Beautiful Losers in love. This was because at some point in his life he “succumbed to the siren's call” and discovered that “certain kinds of love affairs are both impossible to live and impossible to forget.” Thus, he found himself in a very strange place, a place where love led “less to intimacy on earth than to intimations of immortality somewhere between heaven and hell.” This led him, in turn, on a lonely quest, searching for some sort of sanctuary in order to heal and hold the initiation into the paradoxical mysteries of impossible love. This is how the Gypsy Scholar found the Tower of Song (where “they don’t let a woman kill you ...”). In the Tower of Song’s labyrinthine library, he found old books about the star crossed lovers of yesteryear, both real and fictional—Abelard and Heloise, Tristan and Isolde—, and these stories took him deeper into the mythic labyrinth of the chambers of the heart. (“This is what pulls us into the enchantment of a great and impossible love story, whether it be told in an old legend or shown in a modern movie. Our minds follow the story, the plot, the development and adventures of the characters, but our psyches respond to the archetypes. They respond to what is eternal and meaningful and universal behind the particular names and places, and in the responding they remind us that we do not just participate in the practical, linear here and now, but in the timeless space of myth and feeling and destiny.”) Because these lovers have become so famous (“love in the Western world”), he realized that what he was experiencing was not just his own particular obsession and wound, but actually “undeniable in our culture, as a myth and a cultural imago.” Once more, he read that “Whether we actually live an impossible love or not, we are all deeply influenced by the myth of the star crossed lovers, the central image of Romantic Love.”
The Gypsy Scholar sought out the Tower of Song because he could not rely on help from the usual resources in our society; the psychotherapists. From the “healthy minded point of view” of modern psychiatry, “these relationships remain both impossible and wrong.” (“In the twelfth century AD., these star-crossed lovers were punished and ostracized for loving wrongly,” whereas “they have become the dysfunctional, co dependent patients of today.”) And, generally speaking, we have bought into the clinical model of healthy-mindedness, ignoring what the great pioneering American psychologist, William James observed: “There is no doubt that healthy-mindedness is inadequate as a philosophical doctrine, because the evil facts which it refuses to account for are a genuine portion of reality; and they may after all be the best key to life's significance, and possibly the only openers of our eyes to the deepest levels of truth.” Instead, we want happy endings and the rewards of a “healthy relationship,” as defined by our therapists and self-help gurus. Everybody knows “We want the prizes of answers and solutions, not meaning. We may be willing to read books and pay therapists but we want results. . . . When something hurts, we want to find a cause and . . . to look for someone or something to blame.” (In their love relationships, Everybody knows “Everybody wants a box of chocolates / And a long-stem rose / Everybody knows.”) Thus, the impossible loves of our lives are judged by our “sense of wrongness” about these kinds of relationships, “and many people do run away or bravely and successfully resist before it is too late.” (“Why would any normal person, especially any normal person with some psychological and practical understanding, consent to such an experience? Why would anyone risk loss of control, of face, of well being, perhaps even of family and reputation for an impossible love? Clearly, a normal person in a normal state of mind would not.”) We consider those lovers lucky who “never even hear the song” of the siren of impossible love and “manage to live a whole life long without the experience of such disruptive love.” And, yes, we enjoy and praise the stories of the great lovers, from Tristan and Iseult to Romeo and Juliet, but we shut out the knowledge of their fate. “We just don't realize that behind the modern sentimentalized versions of romantic love lies the darker story, a story of impossibility, tragedy, arid death, not happy endings as in Hollywood. When we think of we think of their beauty and commitment, but we forget about their fate. We repress or blithely ignore their unhappy endings when we fall into fantasies of living a legendary love affair, and we are astonished by the darkness when we actually live one.”
This
is exactly the love-lesson the Gypsy Scholar had to learn in the Tower
of Song. However, that’s not all there is to it. Yes, he had been
seduced by the siren’s song and suffered the fate that impossible love visits
upon the foolish lover. Yet, in the library of the Tower of Song, the
grieving and depressed Gypsy Scholar heard another song; one that healed
from the first song, a song which, paradoxically, he couldn’t have
really heard without hearing the first.
About
“love and death in the Western world,” the Gypsy Scholar read the
following: “Whatever our ignorance or apprehension about its actual
reality, it does continue to fascinate us as a cultural ideal and
archetype. There must, therefore, be more to understand about it than
its dark destruction, or even its sweet beauty. Indeed, as we shall see,
in the 'impossibility' of certain passions may lie the possibility of
initiation into unknown depths of ourselves, of life, and even death. . .
. Impossible love is just one of the routes into great pain, and
through it perhaps great depth and new meaning.” In fact, he eventually
discovered that impossible love, in the absence of a collective
cultural ritual, was a secular/profane kind of initiation into the
mysteries and (if rightly dealt with) psycho-spiritual transformation.
As in traditional societies, the initiate undergoes an ordeal,
oftentimes involving some sort of laceration. (“In cultures where
transformation from one state to another is provoked by initiatory
rites, the process is invariably and deliberately painful. Skin is
lacerated, bodies are mutilated, the mind is stricken, as if to
guarantee that there will be no going back to the way it was before. In
our culture, where we have few official initiatory rites, our psyches
seem to have found other ways to 'lacerate' us into initiation and,
perhaps, transformation.”)
What impossible love
can contribute to our otherwise superficial lives, bereft of
traditional meaning, is a sense of "unknown depths." (“If impossible
love is an initiation, it is not just a private one. It is a collective
event, as well, that puts us in touch with aspects of human experience
much vaster than our own lives”). Indeed, the Gypsy Scholar discovered
that it can be a path to what the great Romantic poet Keats called “the
vale of Soul-making.” (“Do you not see how necessary a World of Pains
and troubles is to school an Intelligence and make soul? A place where
the heart must feel and suffer in a thousand diverse ways!”) Yes, the
new sense of “unknown depths.” On this path of “exploring the dark
passages” one comes upon the essential “paradox of impossible love.”
Expressed in terms of “Soul-making,” the psychopathology of impossible love goes against the grain of our modern model of psychotherapy and its “healthy-minded” ethic: "The
soul sees by means of affliction. Illness opens doors to a reality
which remains closed to the healthy point of view. . . . The soul's
native insight is its native pathology." In other words, in the
Tower of Song, the Gypsy Scholar realized the mad truth of “the paradox
of impossible love: The love may be all wrong, but there is no right
answer—no diagnosis or theory to cure it.” As the Gypsy Scholar
repeated these startling words, he recalled the lyrics of a song he once
heard, and then knew he had always had an inkling of this mad truth
about impossible love.
I loved you for a long, long time I know this love is real It don't matter how it all went wrong That don't change the way I feel And I can't believe that time's Gonna heal this wound I'm speaking of There ain't no cure, There ain't no cure, There ain't no cure for love.
(Leonard Cohen)
However,
this wasn’t the final song the Gypsy Scholar associated with his
healing revelation in the Tower of Song. As previously mentioned, impossible love
can serve as a profane initiation ritual that lacerates the heart into
transformation. The music the Gypsy Scholar heard began to sound when
he serendipitously turned to a passage from a book in the Tower of
Song’s library and finally understood that in impossible love’s body
beats an eternally broken heart: “To be is to be vulnerable [wounded].
The defense mechanisms, the character armor, is to protect from life.
Frailty alone is human; a broken, a ground-up (contrite) heart. . . .
Open is broken. There is no breakthrough without breakage. . . . The
body is made whole by being broken.” In this weird sense, impossible love
is at the same time both the disease and the healing (but not the
“cure” in our modern clinical sense). Or, as the Romantic poem goes: “Nothing can be sole or whole / That has not been rent.” In other words, here’s the secret paradox of impossible love: if Gypsy Scholar were to “never even hear the song” (“siren’s song” of impossible love), he would not hear the "other side" of it . . . from the Tower of Song:
Now I greet you now from the other side Of sorrow and despair With a love so vast and so shattered It will reach you everywhere.
Ronny Cammareri: You ruined my life. Loretta Castorini: That's impossible! It was ruined when I got here! You ruined my life! Ronny Cammareri: No, I didn't. Loretta Castorini: Oh, yes, you did! Oh, yes, you did! Y'know, you got them bad eyes, like a gypsy, and I don't know why I didn't see it yesterday. Bad luck! That's what it is. Is that all I'm ever gonna have? I should have taken a rock and killed myself years ago!
Ronny Cammareri: Everything seems like nothing to me now, 'cause I want you in my bed. I don't care if I burn in hell. I don't care if you burn in hell. The past and the future is a joke to me now. I see that they're nothing. I see they ain't here. The only thing that's here is you--and me. . . . Loretta, I love you. Not like they told you love is, and I didn't know this either, but love don't make things nice--it ruins everything. It breaks your heart. It makes things a mess. We aren't here to make things perfect. The snowflakes are perfect. The stars are perfect. Not us. Not us! We are here to ruin ourselves and to break our hearts and love the wrong people and die. The storybooks are bullshit! Now I want you to come upstairs with me and get in my bed!
Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack in everything That's how the light gets in.
(Leonard Cohen)
"A story about the discovery of the
spirit, the Lure of Decadence, and the Chance for Escape. He was a good
man in a deadly business. She was his only way out. A drug dealer with
upscale clientele is having moral problems going about his daily
deliveries. A reformed addict, he has never gotten over the wife that
left him, and the couple that use him for deliveries worry about his
mental well-being and his effectiveness at his job. Meanwhile someone is
killing women in apparently drug-related incidents."
The leading
roles are played by Willem Dafoe (John LaTour, the drug dealer) and
Susan Sarandon (Ann, the drug Lady). John has had a secret love for Ann
for a long time, but she's way out of his league, not to mention being
his boss.
This independent film by Paul Schrader is contemporary
film noir, an existentialist story of the city streets of the
Night--drug dealing, obsession, depression, insomnia, suicide, murder,
and redemption. In other words, just the kind of story the Gypsy Scholar
loves (not to mention Susan Sarandon)! And what a soundtrack by Michael
Been of The Call! This is a wonderful story about Impossible Love that
becomes possible.
Re-Vision Radio's Quest for "Impossible Love" crosses over to
The Borderlands
In various legends, the heavenly counterpart or supernatural lover--sometimes called the "demon lover"--is able to temporarily pass between worlds
into the human world to meet his or her lover. One such legend, of
Celtic origin (with its mythology of the pagan, magical "Otherworld"), is that of the "Borderlands."
Although the legendary theme ranges from the more positive to the
negative aspects of passionate love with a non-human lover,
nevertheless the spiritual dimension of "Romantic love" can be felt in these tellings. This is, in fact, the great legacy of the Troubadour's more esoteric conception of amor. Here we discover that there is more to the Troubadour's paganistic and feministic "Religion of Love" than almost all scholar's have missed, and that is a "sacramental vision of nature."
"Furthermore,
this secret doctrine is not a message, but more an alternate state of
mind, a new way of being in the world. Hidden in the verse of
Troubadour poetry is a sacramental vision of nature, a sort of eroticized perception, in which nature and the body is affirmed as the way to the Goddess." (From Essay-with-Soundtrack, 'The Troubadours & the Beloved')
....
But I will be your pillow Where e’er your head will lie And I’ll be
the star you can only catch In the corner of your eye And I’ll be
the sound of laughter In the first low flower of dawn And I’ll be
the touch to brush your cheek And wake you in the morning’.... And
the maid she opened up her eyes And smiled up through the trees For
as she listened she could almost hear His voice upon the breeze-o....
The young man sat above the town In the glow of the setting sun With his head held cradled in his hand, His back against a stone Sayin, ‘Why have I so little time In this wretched place to stand When I can’t take the girl I love Back home to the borderland-o’
‘For I watch her dance upon the hill And I live but for her song And she never dreamed I waited here So silent and so long But her golden hair it strikes me dumb And her brown eyes strike me blind And the thought I’ll ne’er see her again Is torturing my mind-o’
The girl walked down the hill nearby Toward home and the end of day And she caught the sound of the young man’s words And she stopped upon her way And no voice had she ever heard so sweet As the voice of the stranger lad And she stood there as if turned to stone And listened from the shadows
And the young man’s words reached out to her Where she stood upon the lea And they built her ships upon the clouds And castles on the sea And as he spoke her eyes did flash And burn as with a flame And the maid she stepped around the stone As if he’d called her name-o
‘Oh, pray lament no more,’ she said, Her voice like a gentle sea ‘For I have heard your every word And I know they’re meant for me And if you speak in truth, my lad, And you love me as you say There can be no reason we must part, Not even for a day-o’
Oh the young man started at her words And he stood up straight and tall Siad, ‘I never meant for you to hear me Speak this way at all For you can never have me, love, It’s useless to deceive For I must return the the borderlands Oh, I am bound to leave you’
‘Oh, I care not where you’re bound, my lad, I care not where you’re from For the one thing that I’m certain ‘tis this maiden’s heart you’ve won So take me with you where you must I freely go your way And I will lie here in your arms To greet the light of day-o’
So tenderly he laid her down And next to her did lie The wind that whispered through the trees Was sweet as a lullaby And bending down, he folded her Into a soft embrace And with a touch he sent her fast asleep With a smile upon her face
‘Oh, sleep content, my love,’ he said, ‘I cannot cause you pain For the dawn will find me far away And I won’t be back again And though I’d take you if I could I am not what I seem For I must return to the borderlands oh, I am bound to leave you’
‘For I am not of your world, my love, I come from another time And I crossed here from the borderlands Between your world and mine And twas there that I first heard your voice And longed for your face to see And I gathered all the powers I had And stepped out on your lea-o’
‘And you know I watched you quietly As you danced upon the hill And though I dared not call to you I loved you stronger still But no longer do I have the power No longer can I stay And I’ll be pulled back into my time By the dawning of the day-o’
‘But I will be your pillow Where e’er your head will lie And I’ll be the star you can only catch In the corner of your eye And I’ll be the sound of laughter In the first low flower of dawn And I’ll be the touch to brush your cheek And wake you in the morning’
So saying this he bended low And he kissed her once goodbye And as the dawn broke on the hill He vanished like a sigh And the maid she opened up her eyes And smiled up through the trees For as she listened she could almost hear His voice upon the breeze-o
‘I know you hear me, love,’ she spoke As she lay on her grassy bed ‘For I felt your touch and I felt your kiss And I heard the words you said But the next time that our worlds combine Can not be very far And I’ll be waiting then to take your hand And dance among the stars-o’
(Danny Carnahan)
The Kiss of the Sphinx
Kiss of the Enchantress
The Mermaid
Music of the Sirens
Passion of the Dark Angel
Amor & Psyche
Amor & Psyche
Beauty & The Beast
Phantom of the Opera & Christine
La Belle Dame Sans Merci
La Belle Dame Sans Merci
Often, Impossible Love entails the love relationship between a mortal and a superhuman figure, sometimes called the archetype of the "demon-lover." In Celtic myth and lore, this superhuman lover is female and known as the "Lenanshee."
Lenanshee (the Irish Gaelic Leanan Sídhe, Leanain Sidhe, or Leannan Sidhe; Scottish Gaelic, Liannan Shìth, Lianhan Sidhe, or Leanhaun Shee) in Celtic folklore is a mystic figure. The name translated means fairy lover, or fairy mistress. (The name comes from the Gaelic word leannan, a sweetheart, concubine, or favorite.)
The Lenanshee is a beautiful woman of the Aos Sí (or fairy folk) who takes a human lover. Lovers of the leanan sídhe are said to live brief, though highly inspired, lives. The leanan sídhe is generally depicted as a beautiful muse, who offers inspiration to an artist in exchange for their love and devotion; however, this frequently results in madness for the artist, as well as premature death. W. B. Yeats popularized a slightly different perspective on these spirits with emphasis on their vampiric tendencies (a feature also shared by the Manx analogue the Lhiannan Shee):
"The Leanhaun Shee (fairy mistress) seeks the love of mortals. If they refuse, she must be their slave; if they consent, they are hers, and can only escape by finding another to take their place. The fairy lives on their life, and they waste away. Death is no escape from her. She is the Gaelic muse, for she gives inspiration to those she persecutes. The Gaelic poets die young, for she is restless, and will not let them remain long on earth - this malignant phantom." (Yeats)
Lenanshee: A fairy lover, mistress. The concept is commonly indicated in English by an anglicization of the ModIr. phrase leannin sidhe [fairy lover], e.g. leannan shee, lannan shee, lannanshee, leanan sidhe, leanhaun shee, lianhan shee; OIr. lennin side; Manx lhiannan shee. This most dramatic and poetic of all fairy stories concerns the doomed love between a mortal (usually male) and an immortal (usually female). The many Celtic instances of the story follow a fixed pattern found in international folklore. 1. The mortal loves the supernatural being. 2. The supernatural being consents to marry or to make love to the mortal subject to a certain condition, such as his not seeing her at specified time. 3. He breaks the taboo and loses her. 4. He then tries to recover her and sometimes succeeds, usually with great difficulty. In one familiar variation on the pattern, the fairy lover entices or seduces the mortal and pines for him when they are separated; i.e. she loves him deeply (though he may not have merited it) and is parted from him only by the conventions of her status. A second variation depicts a woman of dreadful power who seeks both the love of and dominion over mortal men. Male fairy lovers also exist in stories, characteristically well mannered and talkative but imperious.
Lady Wilde (1887) said that the leannan-sidhe was the spirit of life, and inspirer of the singer and poet, and thus the opposite of the banshee. W.B. Yeats (1888) thought the leanhaun shee would inspire a poet or singer so intensely that its earthly life would necessarily be brief. The Manx lhiannan-shee is distinguished from her Irish counterpart in two aspects: (1) She haunts wells and springs, like Melusine. (2) She attaches herself to one man, to whom she appears irresistibly beautiful while remaining invisible to everyone else; if he yields to her seduction, she will drain him body and soul, like a vampire.
--The Oxford Dictionary of Celtic Mythology (James MacKillop)
Thus, the leannin sidhe is clearly an
example of a world-wide motif. A well-known example of the motif is Keats' "La Belle Dam Sans Merci." Well-known examples of the variant in
which the otherworldly lover is male and the mortal is female include Beauty & the Beast, Amor & Psyche, and The Phantom of the Opera.
You can hear the term Lenanshee used in the traditional tune "My Lagan Love."
My Lagan Love
Where Lagan stream sings lullaby There blows a lily fair; The twilight gleam is in her eye, The night is on her hair. And, like a love-sick lenanshee, She has my heart in thrall; Nor life I owe, nor liberty, For Love is lord of all ...
Lenanshee
Lenanshee
The Fairy Lover
It is by yonder thorn that I saw the fairy host (O low night wind, O wind of the west!) My love rode by, there was gold upon his brow, And since that day I can neither eat nor rest. I dare not pray lest I should forget his face (O black north wind blowing cold beneath the sky!) His face and his eyes shine between me and the sun: If I may not be with him I would rather die. They tell me I am cursed and I will lose my soul, (O red wind shrieking o're the thorn-grown dun!) But he is my love and I go to him to-night, Who rides when the thorn glistens white beneath the moon. He will call my name and lift me to his breast, (Blow soft O wind 'neath the stars of the south!) I care not for heaven and I fear not hell If I have but the kisses of his proud red mouth.
Moireen Fox
The film, The Lake House,
despite its flawed internal logic (its confused timeline, particularly
the time paradox at the end), at least has this virtue going for it:
It is a contemporary metaphor of the
old Romantic theme of "impossible love." Though the supernatural aspect
of this theme is gone, the film substitutes the modern theory of time
travel and two earthly lovers for the old supernatural theme of an
other-worldly dimension that collides with the earthly time, when a
demon-lover encounters a human lover. And like the lovers in the song
above, the lovers in the film must wait for the right time when their
worlds come together again. Yet, whether a supernatural or natural
"impossible love," the main theme of Romantic "impossible love" is
still the basic organizing idea. This is evidenced by that premiere
Romantic writer of "impossible love," Jane Austen, whose novel Persuasion is
an integral part of the film's thematic background. (Kate and Alex, at
their first encounter, discuss the novel and how its impossible lovers
get a second chance to meet.)
"There could have been not two hearts so open, no tastes so similar, no feelings so in unison." This is the passage that Kate reads from Jane Austen's novel Persuasion, which Alex leaves for her to find under the floor-boards of the Lake House.
Thus, in spite of the film's flaws it
nevertheless has this going for it. This must be one of the reasons why
Roger Ebert gave it a "thumbs up:" "What I respond to in the movie is
its fundamental romantic impulse."
To substantiate my claim of the
film's "impossible love" metaphor, I offer the following dialogue
between the main character, Alex Wyler, and his brother Henry, after
Alex thinks he's lost his beloved.
Henry: Hey, come on! This is a good thing. You know, you need a real woman . . .
Alex: Henry, listen!
Henry: --A woman.
Alex: Listen
to me! While it lasted, she was more real to me than any of that stuff.
She was more real to me than anything I've ever known. I saw her. I
kissed her . . . I love her! And now she's gone--she's gone.
The Impossible Love of the Western World's Great Lovers
Oh, what a dear ravishing thing is the beginning of an Amour! —Aphra Behn, The Emperor of the Moon
Love ceases to be a pleasure, when it ceases to be a secret. —Aphra Behn, The Lover's Watch, Four o'clock
Impossible Love: Tristan & Isolde
Tristan & Isolde Sharing the Love Potion
Tristan Slays Dragon
Tristan Delivering Elias
Tristan Mortally Wounded in Boat with Harp
Iseult
Isolde
Yseult
Love Potion
The Loving Cup
Tristram & La belle Isoude Drink Love Potion
Tristan & Isolde Sharing Love Potion
Tristan & Isolde (S. Dali)
The Kiss
Tristan & Isolde (15th c. Illumination)
Sir Tristam & la Belle Isaul
Tristan & Iseult
Tristan & Isolde
Tristan & Isolde
Tristan & Isolde
Tristan & Isolde
Tristan & Isolde
Tristan & Isolde
Tristan & Isolde
Tristan & Isolde
Mad Tristan (S. Dali)
The Madness of Sir Tristan
The Death of Tristam
La Muerte de Tristan e Isolda
They Went to Their Country of Benoye & Lived There In Great Joy
Tristan & Isolde
The Historical Background to the Tristan & Isolde Story
The tale of Tristan and Isolde was one of the most influential romances in the medieval period. It predated and influenced the Arthurian romance of Lancelot and Guinevere. Originally, the Tristan legend had nothing to do with King Arthur, but shortly after the Vulgate Cycle (or Lancelot-Grail cycle) in c. 1235-40, The Prose Tristan, the hero had joined the fellowship of the Round Table.
The Tristan legend, which has been seen as the prototype of the “love-death” theme and, thus, for “love in the Western world,” can be traced back to Cornish and Welsh mythology. Tristan makes his first medieval appearance in the early twelfth century in Celtic folklore circulating in the north of France. Although the oldest folkloric stories concerning Tristan are lost, some of the derivatives still exist. There were many retellings of the legend in courtly romance, beginning in the twelfth century: Anglo-Norman poet Thomas of Britain and his German successor Gottfried von Strassburg, the Arthurian romancier Chrétien de Troyes, the French poet Béroul, and the German poet Eilhart von Oberge. In the thirteenth century, during the great period of prose romances, appeared the Prose Tristan, one of the most popular romances of its time follows Tristan from the traditional legend into the realm of King Arthur where Tristan participates in the Quest for the Holy Grail. In the fifteenth century, Sir Thomas Malory shortened this French version into his own take, The Book of Sir Tristram de Lyones, found in his Le Morte D'Arthur.
The story of the Tristan’s and Iseult’s tragic love has been the subject of numerous medieval and modern retellings. There are two main traditions of the Tristan legend: the early tradition comprised of the romances from two French poets from the second half of the twelfth century–Thomas and Beroul. Their sources could be trace back to the original, archetype Celtic romance. (There was an earlier and perhaps the original work of Tristan, which both authors may have relied on, since many of the plots were similar, and yet there was enough difference between these two versions. However the original Tristan story is now lost.) The medieval versions of the story are called the courtly and the common versions. The former is represented by the Tristan of the Anglo-Norman poet Thomas, which was written in the latter part of the twelfth century. Thomas’ more courtly version of the romance is more interested in the inner thoughts of the characters. (Though the theme and plot were still the same as those of Beroul, his style and some of the scenes were different from that of Beroul.) His version in turn influenced Gottfried von Strassburg, whose Tristan, written in the first decade of the thirteenth century, is one of the great romances of the Middle Ages, and the Old Norse Tristrams saga (1226). In this version, love is loftier and more courtly than in the common version. The love potion is of unlimited duration and Tristan's courtly skills are emphasized. The common version, represented by Béroul's late-twelfth-century Roman de Tristran was considered to be the uncourtly version, because it was less refined. (Beroul may be closer to the original source, since he may have relied on oral tradition.) Neither romance had survived completely. Both were fragmented, however Thomas' version survived in several different manuscripts. Beroul's text can be only found in one manuscript. Beroul's work was missing the beginning ( the birth and childhood of Tristan up to the time a knight taken Isolde from Mark by playing the harp) and the ending (Tristan exiled to Brittany to the lovers' death). While a great deal of the middle parts was missing in Thomas' romance. Most scholars used Eilhart von Oberge, a German writer who wrote "Tristrant und Isalde" (c. 1170), to supplement the lost Beroul's fragmented romance. However, Eilhart's poem is now lost, but there were redaction of his work in the 13th century. Another German writer, Gottfried von Strassburg, wrote "Tristan und Isold" (c. 1210), and had based his poem on Thomas' romance. Other works based on Thomas' romance, included the Scandinavian "Tristams Saga og Isonde" (13th century), and the English "Sir Tristrem" (c. 14th century). Chretien de Troyes may have also written his own version of the Tristan legend, which was probably titled "Mark and Iseut la Blonde". If this is the case, then his work is now lost. It is clear Chretien knew of and understood the original work.
There were many other medieval versions of the tale, including a long French prose romance, the Middle English poem Sir Tristrem, which was edited by Sir Walter Scott in 1804. These later versions come from The Prose Tristan (c. 1240), which was markedly different from the earlier tales written by Thomas and Beroul. The Prose Tristan became the official medieval tale of Tristan and Isolde that would eventually provide the materials for Sir Thomas Malory’s Le Morte d'Arthur (c. 1469), where the Tristan-Isolt-Mark triangle is a foil for the Lancelot-Guinevere-Arthur triangle.
The story has been equally popular in the Victorian period. Matthew Arnold, the first of the Victorians to treat the story, wrote his Tristram and Iseult in 1852. Tennyson's moralistic and condemnatory account of the lovers in the idyll "The Last Tournament" inspired Algernon Charles Swinburne to write Tristram of Lyonesse (1882), which he considered to be more medieval in tone because more sympathetic to the lovers. Of course, there is Richard Wagner's opera Tristan und Isolde (1857), which was inspired by Gottfried's Tristan. Numerous twentieth-century poets, playwrights and novelists have taken up the theme, including Thomas Hardy, John Masefield, Martha Kinross, Don Marquis, Edwin Arlington Robinson, Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, John Erskine, John Updike, and many others. Thus modern literature is rife with examples of Tristan and Isolde works, most of them focusing on the forbidden romance, rather than the chivalry of Tristan. John Erskine, Rosalind Miles, Anna Taylor, Rosmary Surcliff , Hannah Closs and Nancy McKenzie are just a few examples of authors of modern Tristan and Isolde tales.
Scholars generally agree that the tale of Tristan and Isolde is essentially Brythonic (a southern group of Celtic languages) in origin, with incorporated details from other (later) sources. The original story is thought to have been an archetypal trickster tale (common to Celtic tales), which evolved through early Celtic forms. The strict taboo enforced by a Druidic culture against written works means there is little definite literature from these early ages. The titles of the Welsh Triad form have afforded clues to possible early Tristan and Isolde works, the Triad of Drystan, Essyllt and March obviously being the most probable but there is no certainty. The earliest works that are definitely known of (or indeed still survive) originate from the 12th century and their comparative similarity suggests an original (either oral or written) story existed prior to then.
The earliest extant version, Tristram (although incomplete), was written (c.1165-1185) by Thomas of Britain in Anglo-Norman French verse. At a similar time The Romance of Tristan was written by the French poet Beroul (1160-1190). Eilhart von Oberge, Marie de France, and Chretien de Troyes, all wrote their own works on Tristan and Isolde soon after (their derivation from an original story or that of Beroul or Thomas is evident to scholars from their style of writing). Gottfried von Strassburg of Germany wrote "Tristan und Isold" (c. 1210), and based his poem on Thomas' romance. His poem is acknowledged to be the father of modern variations of the original myth. The association with the Court of King Arthur appeared first in Chretien de Troyes work but was overshadowed by The Prose Tristan (c. 1240). The Prose Tristan became the standard version of Tristan and Isolde, and even influenced Sir Thomas Malory, who wrote the Le Morte d'Arthur (c. 1470).
It is important to understand that the myth of Tristan and Isolde was not represented by one unified story with an established sequence of events. Rather, there were multiple versions from across Europe. The existing stories are episodic rather than presenting one continuous and complete narrative. Different works recount different incidents in which the enemies of the lovers plot against them, the lovers contrive to meet, get caught together, and manage to extract themselves. Nevertheless, the fundamental, basic premise of all the stories can be seen as the same.
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Tristan & Isolde: A Synopsis of the Story
Tristan is son of Blanchefleur and Rivalen, King of Lyonesse. He is given his name "Tristan" because of the sadness surrounding his birth, which caused the death of his mother. Tristan is trained by Governal in France, and then becomes at the service of his uncle King Mark of Cornwall. Tristan saves Cornwall from the giant Knight, named Morholt, whose sister is the sorceress Queen of Ireland. Tristan is wounded with poison, and sails to Morholts native Ireland to seek a cure. There he meets a jongleur (a wandering minstrel, or poet), who teaches him the art of singing poetry. He is eventually cured by Isolde, the fair daughter of the Queen of Ireland. He returns shortly to Cornwall. King Mark finds himself under pressure by his barons to marry. Eventually he decides he wants the lady who possesses the blonde hair brought miraculously to Cornwall by a swallow. Tristan seeks that woman, whom he identifies as Princess Isolde. Both sail back to Cornwall, accompanied by Brangain, Isolde's lady-in-waiting. Brangain carries a secret love potion prepared by the Queen of Ireland for King Mark. Tristan and Isolde accidently drink it and are bound in unbreakable love. Isolde is married to Mark but Brangain is substituted for Isolde on the wedding night. When the couple’s secret love is denounced by Mark's barons, Tristan is banished from court, yet the illicit lovers manage further secret rendezvous. Finally they are discovered and denounced by an evil dwarf and sentenced to death. Tristan escapes, and rescues Isolde. The lovers live in forest of Morrois in bliss. Eventually, they are discovered by Mark's forester. Mark goes into forest alone and finds their secret sunlit hut, but the sight of the sleeping lovers with a naked sword between them causes Mark to have pity and spare them, since he takes the sword to be a sign of chastity. Mark replaces Tristan's sword with his, after forgiving them. It is this clemency that inspires Isolde to return to Mark (in Béroul: because effect of love potion disappears after three years). Tristan leaves Britain and offers his service to Hoel of Brittany. He later marries Hoel's daughter, Isolde au Blanches Mains, but cannot forget Isolde the Fair and thus does not consummate his marriage. Isolde au Blanches Mains tells her brother Kaherdin that she still a virgin. Tristan convinces Kaherdin of his love for Isolde the Fair. Kaherdin and Tristan go to her and arrange secret meetings, where Tristan is disguised as leper, penitent, and madman. Back in Brittany, after fighting great battles Tristan is fatally wounded in combat and only Isolde the Fair can save him. He sends a messenge to her, instructing Kaherdin to raise a white sail she if she is on the boat—if not, black. His jealous wife lies to him and tells him it is black. Tristan dies of grief. Isolde arrives only to find her lover dead and dies at his side. The two are buried side by side with the two trees that grow on their grave entwined together.
Impossible Love: Heloise & Abelard
"Abaelard & Heloisa"
The Impossible Love of Heloise & Abelard
Although these two pairs of famous lovers in the Western world probably are the source of the romances of the high Middle Ages, including the Grail, or "Arthurian" stories (the adulterous lovers Tristan and Iseult become Lancelot and Geneviere), the difference between Tristan/Isolde and Abelard/Heloise is that the latter really existed. Proving that life--in this case, the facts of Heloise's and Abelard's love-life--is just as dramatically interesting and profound in its thematic scope as purely fictionalized accounts.
Heloise and Abelard lived 900 years ago. Their story—a mixture of philosophical learning, spiritual quest, erotic passion, love-song, treachery, and lost love—is probably the most memorable among the romantic stories from the high Middle Ages. It became fictionalized when it passed into the hands of the poet Jean de Meung who, in 1275, became the first person to mention the couple in writing when he incorporated their story into his epic poem the Romance de la Rose. In a very short time these two real-life lovers became the model for the later romances. (Abelard and Heloise were contemporary with the Troubadours in the south of France, or Occitania.)
‘Heloise and Abelard’ is one of history’s most passionate and romantic true love stories. The nine hundred year old love affair of the 12th century philosopher and theologian and his student Heloise continues to inspire and move us. Their passionate relationship scandalized the community in which they lived, one whose policies resulted in rigid attitudes of intellectual, theological and sexual repression. This great love story, and the courage and passion of its protagonists, has much to teach us not only about the power of "romantic love" (amor), but also about our own understanding of sexual equality, intellectual freedom, and "the twelfth-century renaissance."
We, today, know them through their letters, which not only reveal Heloise (who identified herself with Mary Magdalene!) to be one of the most learned women of her time, but the more profound and spiritually superior of the two. Spiritually superior because it is Heloise who, although Abelard (who sent her to a convent where she became a famous abbess) is her brother superior in Christ, remains true to her heart's (human) love and (despite a lifetime of prodding and duress) never, ever denies her ideal--her impossible love! She therefore, in denying Christian love as greater, paradoxically achieves a self-sacrifice that makes the case for "romantic love" as being equal in transformative power to religious love. Indeed, reading between the lines of her letters, it could be argued that Heloise--matron saint of lost love-- is the first individual in the Western world to unite profane- with sacred love.
In a similar way, it could be argued--in another favorite theme for The Tower of Song--that Abelard, her lover, united not only eros and ideas, but philosophy and song. This
scholar-lover not only wrote philosophical treatises, but love-songs,
which Heloise claimed made her fall in love with him. Thus, Abelard
from Brittany, the great dialectician of his time who sought to
reconcile faith with reason, seems to belong to the poetic tradition of
the "Dialectic Love" school. However, he is thus connected to the
greater and older tradition of Orphic scholarship. From the Re-Vision
Radio Manifesto: Orpheus, lover of Euridyce, was both a master
rhetorician and "singer of love songs." From Abelard's Autobiography: "...
and so with our lessons as a pretext we abandoned ourselves entirely to
love. Her studies allowed us to withdraw in private, as love desired,
with our books open before us, more words of love than of our reading
passed between us, and more kissing than teaching. My hands strayed
more often over the curves of her body than to the pages, love drew our
eyes to look on each other more than reading kept them on our texts."
"Heloise and Abelard" (A. Deveria)
"Heloise and Abelard" (J. Chi)
"Magdalene reading ..."
"Lady Reading Letters of Heloise & Abelard"
Heloise's profane love--the love of Eros,
not Christ--for Abelard binds them by its own nature; it doesn't need
any public sanction, much less the Church's sacrament of marriage. Now
as an abbess, she makes her sacrilegious point to her estranged lover
with a combination of philosophical thought and and eroticism, which
one feels can only have come out of those now longed-for sessions
behind closed doors of her uncle's house:
"God is my
witness that if Augustus, emperor of the whole world, thought fit to
honor me with marriage and conferred all the earth on me for ever it
would be sweeter and more honorable to me to be, not his empress, but
your whore." (Heloise, First Letter)
It is Heloise's (Mary
Magdalene's?) premiere example that has become the standard for what we
mean as "true love" between a man and a woman. Indeed, she shows the
rest of us, despite the suffering and grief that it brings in its wake,
the value and virtue to our souls of impossible love.
Therefore,
given that we still seem plagued by both the old- and new-age
dichotomy between "sacred" and "profane" love, the Gypsy Scholar would
offer the example of Heloise/Magdalen and the following question
(for the next time you hear from a-newage-Rumi-enthusiast friend, who tells
you, when your all-too-human love has fallen apart, that "after all,
it's just romantic love and not the proper love for God")
Which is it: is it profane . . . or is it sacred love?
Abelard & Heloise caught in the act
Abaelardus and Heloise in the manuscript Roman de la Rose (14th c) by Jean de Meun
Abbess Heloise? Matron Saint of Holy Romantic Love
Heloise's lament
Abelard & Heloise: a Synopsis of the Story
Abelard, born in Celtic Brittany from a father who was a knight, instead decides to become a scholar. After traveling all around Europe as a wandering scholar ("a Peripatetic Paladin"), he comes searching his fortune to Paris, then the intellectual capital of Latin Europe. Abelard takes Paris by storm, overturning the position of its greatest scholars and puuting himslelf in their place. His Aristotelean dialectic is put into the service of uniting reason and faith. Soon, he is the most celebrated scholastic philosopher in the land and students come from all over Europe to attend his lectures. In
twelfth-century Paris, the intellectually gifted young Heloise, the
niece of Notre Dame’s Canon Fulbert, strives for knowledge, truth, and
the answer to the question of human existence. She has already acquired a great reputation for her classical learning. It soon becomes apparent
that only one teacher in Paris can provide the education that she
seeks. Abelard, now master and canon at Notre Dame, takes her on as a student. Abelard quickly becomes
intrigued and smitten by Heloise’s learning and her uncommon wit and intelligence, for Heloise is an intellectual match for the celebrated scholar. They soon find themselves so caught up in discourse that neither can resist the inflamed desires of
their bodies, yet they both know that the laws of the time forbid such
a relationship. But their physical love and the strength of their
passion proved to be a power impossible to resist. It is at this time (c.1115-1116) that they correspond with each other in what are now called "The Lost Love Letters of Abelard and Heloise." Not only did Abelard write these love letters, but he also wrote love songs to Heloise, songs which spread the fame of their illicit love far and wide. It was through indiscretions such as these that eventually got the couple discovered by her uncle Fulbert.
When Heloise
becomes pregnant, they realize it is not safe for her to remain in
Paris. They flee for Brittany, Abelard’s place of birth. It is here that their child, Astrolabe, in born. In a scheme to
protect the dignity of his fallen niece, and return Heloise to his
home, Canon Fulbert arranges a secret marriage between Heloise and
Abelard. Heloise, true to her idea of love and fearing for Abelard's reputation and career, refuses to hear of it. Nonetheless, both Abelard and Fulbert overrule her. But shortly after the two lovers are wed (c.1117-8), they discover
Fulbert’s true plot is to ruin Abelard and keep Heloise for himself.
For her safety, Heloise escapes to the convent at Argenteuil, but it is
too late for Abelard and he is brutally attacked in his bed by Fulbert's relatives and castrated (c.1117-8) in punishment for his sexual relations with Heloise.
As a
result of his humiliating punishment, Abelard no longer considers
himself capable of continuing as a teacher at Notre Dame, and he decides that they should enter the monastic life. Canon Bedell pleads with Abelard
to not force such a fate upon Heloise, but Abelard insists, again against the wishes of Heloise, that they must take holy orders as monk and nun (c.1117-8).
Years later, the repentant Abelard writes his autobiography in the form of a long letter to an anonymous younger monk, whose stated purpose is to serve as a cautionary tale and demonstrate that the young monk's troubles pale in the light of Abelard's. It is this letter (The History of My Calamities) to a third party that Heloise, now the abbess of the convent Abelard founded (c.1122), receives (1132) after not hearing from her estranged husband for fifteen years. (Prior to the chance finding of the early love letters in 1980 and published in 1999, these eight letters exhanged were the bases of all the knowledge we had of the famus couple.) In their famous correspondence of
twenty years, we witness, through Heloise's refusal to forget about the past and the true love they shared, the couple that was the talk of all Paris trying to come to terms with what had happened to them. For Abelard's part, he was now a converted monk who only loved and served God and he tried, albiet unsuccessfully, to convince Heloise that she should forget him and do the same. Abelard, as recounted in his autobiography, was, for his radical and controverisal ideas, brought up on charges of heresy at the Council of Soissons in 1121, where he was forced to burn his book on the Trinity. Yet this was not the end of his troubles with the eccliastical authorities, like St. Bernard. He was from this time on embroiled in one conflict after another as a monk (e.g., the Counncil of Sens, 1140, acccuses him of heresy), and he finally had to flee to exile under the protection of the famous Peter the Venerable of Cluny. Abelard died there in 1142. Heloise lives on as abbess, successfully managing the Paraclete and expanding it to its daughter foundations. She died in 1163. They never met again, yet through their famous letters, their love endures.
Six
hundred years later, it was Josephine Bonaparte, so moved by their
story, the she ordered that the remains of Abelard and Heloise be
entombed together at Pére Lachaise cemetery in Paris. To this day,
lovers from all over the world make pilgrimages to visit the tomb where the remains of
Heloise and Abelard rest eternally together.
"Love Sonnets"
The Gypsy Scholar Reads The
Love Leters of Abelard & Heloise
The story of the love affair between Abelard and Heloise
is one of the most famous of the Middle Ages, serving as the real-life
model for later romances (e.g., The Romance of the Rose; Lancelot
and Guinevere). It is told in the pages of Peter Abelard’s
autobiography, The History of My Calamities, and in the letters
which passed between the two lovers. Abelard (c.1079–1142) was one of
the most brilliant scholars of the renaissance of learning that
flourished in Paris in the early twelfth century. He was the first to
want to reconcile faith with reason (i.e., to use logic --dialectica--
based upon the works of Aristotle in order to explain religious text
and doctrine): "In doubting, we come to seek, and in seeking, we
perceive the truth." For this he was tried twice tried for "heresy,"
resulting in some of his work burned.
However,
Abelard's scholarly powers of analysis and prowess in agrumentation,
which gained him many enemies, was not the limit of his gifts. He also
excelled in music; in writing love songs! (As if he was made for the
prime example for Re-Vision Radio's program of dialectics
mixed with music--and for an ancient model of the musical/orphic
scholar!)
Why
should I say more? We were united first in the dwelling that sheltered
our love, and then in the hearts that burned with it. Under the pretext
of study we spent our hours in the happiness of love, and learning held
out to us the secret opportunities that our passion craved. Our speech
was more of love than of the books which lay open before us; our kisses
far outnumbered our reasoned words. Our hands sought less the book than
each other's bosoms -- love drew our eyes together far more than the
lesson drew them to the pages of our text. In order that there might be
no suspicion, there were, indeed, sometimes blows, but love gave them,
not anger; they were the marks, not of wrath, but of a tenderness
surpassing the most fragrant balm in sweetness. What followed? No degree
in love's progress was left untried by our passion, and if love itself
could imagine any wonder as yet unknown, we discovered it. And our
inexperience of such delights made us all the more ardent in our pursuit
of them, so that our thirst for one another was still unquenched.
In measure as this passionate rapture
absorbed me more and more, I devoted ever less time to philosophy and
to the work of the school. Indeed it became loathsome to me to go to the
school or to linger there; the labour, moreover, was very burdensome,
since my nights were vigils of love and my days of study. My lecturing
became utterly careless and lukewarm; I did nothing because of
inspiration, but everything merely as a matter of habit. I had become
nothing more than a reciter of my former discoveries, and though I still
wrote poems, they dealt with love, not with the secrets of philosophy.
Of these songs you yourself well know how some have become widely known
and have been sung in many lands, chiefly, methinks, by those who
delighted in the things of this world. As for the sorrow, the groans,
the lamentations of my students when they perceived the preoccupation,
nay, rather the chaos, of my mind, it is hard even to imagine them.
(Abelard, Historia Calamitatum)
In
fact, it was precisely this--writing love songs--that Heloise claims
made her fall in love with him. Heloise refers to
these letters as great in number at the end of the letter she wrote to
Abelard after reading his Historia Calamitatum:
When you sought me ou{ for shameless
pleasures, you showered me with incessant letters, you placed your
Heloise on the lips of everyone through frequent song: I resounded
through every market-place, each house. But how much more rightly might
you now arouse me in God, as then you aroused me in lust! Consider, I
beg you, what you owe me; listen to what I demand; and so I finish a
long letter with a brief conclusion: Farewell, my only one. (Heloise)
(These love songs did not survive,
but we have some of the later liturgical hymns he wrote for Heloise's
Paraclete.) Heloise (c.1090–c.1164) was his young student, and the niece
of Fulbert, canon of Notre Dame in Paris. She became known as one of
the most learned women of her time, studied not only in bliblical
sources (like 'The Song of Songs') but in the classics (e.g., Greek and
Roman literature, including rhetoric and Ovidian treatises on love). She
was also a skilled writer. They were married (an act that Heloise
herself was at first against, thinking it would hurt Abelard's religious
career), but that didn't prevent her uncle his revenge. Incensed by
Abelard’s seduction of Heloise, Fulbert ordered an attack on Abelard and
had him castrated in punishment for the scandal and insult he had
caused. Abelard fled Paris, entered a monastery and forced Heloise to
become a nun. Their relationship continued through their letters (and
perhaps through later meetings, when Abelard took over the
responsibilties of becoming the spiritual director of the nunnery, the
La Paraclet, which he himself had earlier founded as a monastery). By
the time of Abelard's death, Heloise (who lived for over twenty more
years) had become known as the wise abbess of The Paraclete--but only
out of her sense of duty to Abelard. She never, in all her long years as
a nun, forgot her true love.
"The name of wife may seem more
sacred or more binding, but sweeter for me will always be the word
mistress, or, if you will permit me, that of concubine or whore."
(Heloise)
The post-love affair letters
(including newly discovered letters), in which Heloise challenges her
former scholar-lover (who is now in holy denial about their love) to
live up to both what he taught her about real ethics and his promisies
to her, are testiments to Heloise's real faith in the face of
Abelard's reconsituted faith and the Church's condemnation of profane
love. It is, therefore, the Gypsy Scholar's opinion that, in the
final analysis, it is not Abelard who emerges the greater figure, secure
in his moral higher ground, but Heloise, who, while bravely holding her
social role as abbotess, remained forever faithful to her independent
principles about the essential purity of romantic love; i.e., faithful
to the "Religion of Love. "
This
is what Ibn 'Arabi, roughly contemporary in Arabic
Andalusia, called it. Ibn 'Arabi was born in Murcia, Andalusia in
1155. When this Sufi mystic and later writer of profane love poetry,
"undertook his journey to Mecca in the thirteenth century, he was forced
to reflect on the nature of love, that extraordinary feeling that gives
human beings a chance to reach toward divine perfection. It is well
known that the Sufi mystics, starting with Ibn 'Arabi, have always had
trouble drawing the line between love inspired by the divine and love
inspired by a woman." [Fatema Mernissi, Scheherazade Goes West.]
And thinking of the Gypsy Scholar's essays, "The Origins of the
Troubadours: 'Andalusia, I Want To See You Again and Again,'" the great Thousand
And One Nights, or Arabian Nights, which stories were
translated first into Arabic and then into Latin by the mid-13th century
and, thus, made popular to Latin Europe, featured the
storyteller-heroine Scheherazade. Thus, it could be said, with some
reservations, that Heloise, in her challenging post-love affair
questions to Abelard, in order to get him into a renewed dialogue, and
perhaps to bring him back around to the feminine point of view, is a
real-life Scheherazade: "Scheherazade had read the books of literature,
philosophy, medicine. She knew poetry by heart, and had studied
historical reports, and was acquainted with the sayings of men and the
maxims of sages and kings. She was intelligent, wise, and refined. She
had read and learned." (For the Gypsy Scholar's refusal to draw the line
between sacred and profane love, see p. 5: "Quest-Romance.")
The story of Abelard and Heloise is
one of passion, pride, devotion, grief over lost love, faith, heresy,
brutality, exile, and intellectual brilliance. Through it we can
question medieval attitudes to sex and marriage, faith and learning,
sacred profane love. They lived at a time of great intellectual and
social change, not to mention the political flux and anxiety about the
crusade. It was a time, then, of intense creative energy that made
Paris one of the centres of the “Twelfth-century Renaissance.”
Therefore, the story of Heloise and
Abelard serves as the best example of what the Tower of Song program is
all about: Argument & Song; Philosophy & Love.
"If I am remembered,
it will be for this: that I was loved by Heloise." (Abelard)
"Lady Reading the Letters of Heloise & Abelard" (1780)
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THE CARMINA BURANA
Carmina Burana (Latin for "Songs, or Chants, of Beuern") is the name given to a manuscript of 254 poems, songs, and dramatic texts from the 11th or 12th century, although some are from the 13th century (circa 1230). The collection was found in 1803 in the Benedictine monastery of Benediktbeuern, Bavaria. Along with the Carmina Cantabrigiensia, the Carmina Burana is the most important collection of Goliard and vagabond songs. Most of the poems and songs appear to be the work of the Goliard poets in the thirteenth century, by students and clergy when the Latin idiom was the lingua franca across Italy and western Europe for traveling scholars, universities and theologians.
The Goliards were an assortment of clergy (mostly students), defrocked or renegade monks, wandering poets and minstrels, who satirized the Church and who venerated Peter Abelard. They called themselves "goliards," possibly after the name "Golias." (Abelard, once a "wandering scholar," was not the mysterious and infamous Arch-Poet of the Metamorphosis of Golias, published in the year Abelard died, 1142, but he may have been the original lord of misrule, the mythical "Bishop Golias," whose name became associated with the secular poetry of the Carmina Burana. "Bishop Golias" was the medieval Latin form of the name "Goliath," given to Abelard by his arch-enemy Bernard of Clairvaux, and is suggestive of the goliards posing as heavy drinking yet learned students who lampooned the ecclesiastical and political establishment.) Traditionally, the Goliards have been identified as "vagantes" ("wandering scholars," or vagrant students, vagabond monks and minor clerics), said to have been "better known for their rioting, gambling, and intemperance than for their scholarship." The poems and songs of the Goliards captured the adventurous world of dropouts and rebels from the medieval clergy, who were lovers and drinkers on the road, "celebrating existence rather than living the meditative, celibate life of the monastery." (Note: Not all "clergy" were monks, nor were they necessarily part of a religious order, since they could also be, like free-lance scholar Abelard, clerics or "clerks;" i.e., scholars.) The Goliards expressed themselves through poetry, song, and performance, much like the jongleurs (minstrels) of the period.
The collection preserves the works of a number of poets, including Peter of Blois (a student of Peter Abelard), Walter of Châtillon, and the anonymous one, referred to as the goliardic "Arch-Poet." The pieces were written almost entirely in Medieval Latin; a few in Middle High German, and some with traces of Old French or Provençal. Many are macaronic, a mixture of Latin and German or French vernacular. The manuscripts reflect an international European movement, with songs originating from Occitania (southern France, home of the troubadours), France, England, Scotland, Aragon, Castille and the Holy Roman Empire. Some scholars have suspected that the author of some of the songs in the Carmina is actually Peter Abelard (in the role of jongleur), who is known to have written love songs to Heloise, which are now lost. Thus attributed to Abelard are two songs (part of the grouping referred to as "Love Songs"): CB 62, "Dum Dianae vitrea" ("When Diana's silver light") and CB 57, "Hebet sidus" ("Dull Star").
The theme of Carmina Burana is spring, wine, love, all symbolic of ecstasy and divine creativity as well as pagan joy in the basic realities of life, the first principles of existence. Its writings were not what you would have expected to find in a monastery. The poems include the freshness of medieval love lyrics, exuberance of the drinking song, the zest of the sinner's "confessions," the wild humor of the hymns to gambling and gluttony, the stoic litany to Lady Luck ("Fortuna Imperatrix"). Sex is also a dominant theme in many of the songs, along with bawdy drinking songs on par with what you might hear at your local pub. We can imagine the members of the monastery not being too thrilled with this particular discovery. One might wonder why the supposedly pious and reserved monks would keep such a collection on hand. In the equally reserved climate of the 1800s, various translations were attempted. Translations were usually restricted to a very small portion of the collection, and most didn't attempt to copy the rhyme and rhythm of the original text (but did manage to minimize any bawdy references).
The Carmina Burana contains the main collection of "secular" (or "profane") poetry and song from the Middle Ages (if, of course, the poetry/song of the troubadours of the south of France is excluded). However, some of its material falls in between the genre of sacred and secular. It contains Latin plays on Biblical themes, pastoral and religious poems, recruiting songs for the Crusades, satires, and a large group of lively, sometimes licentious, love songs and drinking songs. It has become one of the best-known sources for medieval European literature.
Generally, the works contained in the Carmina Burana can be arranged into four groups according to theme: 55 songs of morals and mockery (CB 1–55), 131 love songs (CB 56–186), 40 drinking and gaming songs (CB 187–226), and two longer spiritual theater pieces (CB 227 and 228).
(This outline, however, has many exceptions. CB 122-134, which are categorized as love songs, actually are not: they contain a song for mourning the dead, a satire, and two educational stories about the names of animals. There also likely was another group of spiritual poems included in the Carmina Burana, but they have since been lost. The attached folio contains a mix of 21 generally spiritual songs: a prose-prayer to Saint Erasmus and four more spiritual plays, some of which have only survived as fragments. These larger thematic groups can also be further subdivided, for example, the end of the world [CB 24-31], songs about the crusades [CB 46-52] or reworkings of writings from antiquity [CB 97-102].)
Other frequently recurring themes in the Carmina Burana include: critiques on simony and greed in the church, that, with the advent of the monetary economy in the 12th cenutry, rapidly became an important issue (CB 1-11, 39, 41-45); lamentations in the form of the planctus, for example about the ebb and flow of human fate (CB 14-18) or about death (CB 122-131); the hymnic celebration of the return of spring (CB 132, 135, 137, 138, 161 and others); pastourelles about the seduction of shepherdesses by knights, students/clergymen (CB 79, 90, 157-158); and the description of love as military service (CB 60, 62, and 166), a topos known from Ovid's elegiac love poems. Ovid and especially his erotic elegies were reproduced, imitated and exaggerated in the Carmina Burana. In other words, for those unfamiliar with Ovid's work, depictions of sexual intercourse in the manuscript are frank and even sometimes aggressive. CB 76, for example, makes use of the lyrical I to describe a ten hour love act with the goddess of love herself, Venus. The Carmina Burana also contains numerous poetic descriptions of a raucous medieval paradise (CB 195-207, 211, 217, 219), for which the ancient Greek philosopher Epicurus, known for his advocation of the blissful life, is even taken as an authority on the subject (CB 211). CB 219 describes, for example, a vagrant order or "bawdy paradise" to which people from every land and clerics of all rankings were invited—even "priests and their wives" (humorous because Catholic priests must swear an oath of celibacy). In this parody world, the rules of priesthood include sleeping in, eating heavy food and drinking rich wine, and regularly playing dice games. In fact, this outspoken revelry of living delights and freedom from moral obligations shows "an attitude towards life and the world that stands in stark contrast to the firmly established expectations of life in the Middle Ages."
The manuscript of the Carmina Burana (abbreviated CB) was scribed in 1230 by two different writers in an early gothic minuscule on 119 sheets of parchment. In the 14th century, a folio of free pages, cut of a slightly different size, was attached at the end of the text. The handwritten pages were bound into a small folder, called the Codex Buranus, in the Late Middle Ages. However, in the process of binding, the text was placed partially out of order, and some pages were most likely lost as well. The manuscript contains eight miniatures (a term for drawings in illuminated manuscripts): the wheel of fortune (which actually is an illustration from the songs CB 14-18, but was placed by the book binder as the cover), an imaginative forest, a pair of lovers, scenes from the story of Dido and Aeneas, a scene of drinking beer, and three scenes of playing games – dice, ludus duodecim scriptorum, and chess.
Composer Carl Orff selected portions (24) of Carmina Burana for what became his most popular work, a "scenic oratorio" designed for the stage as well as for concert performance. It was first performed in 1936. Orff adapted some of the original medieval music, but most of the score was of his own design. Orff's Carmina is divided into three parts framed by a prologue and an epilogue. The last chorus,Fortuna Imperatrix Mundi, is a counterpart of the first, suggesting the turn of Fortune's wheel, indifferent to good and bad alike. The first main section, Primo vere, evokes budding, blossoming spring with a sequence of fresh-sounding quasi-folk dances. Part Two is an inebriated scherzo in which the tenor impersonates a roasted cygnet, the Abbot of Cockaigne encourages intemperance, and a final chorus sets the world reeling with merry-making. Part Three contains sublimely beautiful love songs, leading to Blanzifor et Helena, a high-summer celebration of love's consummation. At this dramatic climax, Fate again intervenes, spinning us back to the starting point.
Most people today only know it through the sudden popularity of one of its movements, Fortuna, Imperatrix Mundi, or simply O Fortuna (Fortuna meaning Fortune in Latin, as well as a Roman goddess). The composition appears in numerous movies, TV programs, and even commercials. For instance, it was first used as a soundtrack for the 1981 film Excalibur and the 1991 film The Doors. So it has become a staple in popular culture, setting the mood for dramatic or cataclysmic situations.
The songs of the Carmina Gallica ("Songs of the French;" from Gallic or Gaul, the Roman province) don’t quite fit into the historical progress that took music from Latin church compositions to vernacular courtly love songs; they fall into genres—the dance-like rondellus, the conductus, the motet, the sequence, and some just designated as chansons. The songs are primarily from the 12th century. They were written by highly educated clerics for their own amusement or for that of a lord. Some of the texts lie right in between sacred and secular, as they seem to condense the sacred-secular mixes of the polytextual motet into a single unified form of expression. They are all over the map when it comes to subject matter. Some are long, involved, ambitious religious poems. Some point clearly to the tradition of courtly love; some meditate gloomily on death.
The chansons "Vitam duxi," "Sevit aure spiritus," and "Spoliatum flore partum" were by Pierre de Blois. The chanson "Sic mea fata" was by Hilaire d'Orléans. Both of these composers were students of Peter Abélard.
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Dante's Quest for Impossible Love
Dantis Amor Dante (Rossetti)
Dante & His Poem
Dante falls in love
Love (Eros) Smiteth Dante
Dante's Dream at Beatrice's Death
"Love's Pallor": Dante weeps & scribes
The Salutation of Beatrice
Beatrice, Queen of All Good
Meeting of Beatrice & Dante in Paradise
Beatrice
Dante & Divine Comedy
Dante & Virgil at Gate of Hell
The Mission of Virgil
Cicle of Lustful: Francesca & Paolo
Souls in Hell
Angel Inviting Dante Into Fires of Purgatory
Dante Entering Fires of Purgatory
Ascent of Mount Purgatory
Beatrice Addressing Dante
Recording Angel of History
Vision of Deity
Dante in Dark Wood
Lucifer in lake of ice
"By that hidden way /My guide and I did enter, to return / To the fair world"
"Thence issuing we again beheld the stars"
Dante & Eagle
Vision of Beatrice
"And I beheld myself / Sole with my lady, to more lofty bliss / Translated"