Thursday, January 31, 2013

ANArKH & Le Grand Voyage des Cloches de Notre Dame

Villedieu-les-Poeles - the new bells being readied for the convoy

As I write this, if all has gone as planned, the convoy transporting the new bells for Notre Dame Cathedral's 850th birthday celebration of history, art and spirituality, will have arrived at Porte Maillot in Paris.  From there to be escorted by the Prefecture and police de Paris down the Avenue de la Grande Armee, Place de L'Etoile, Champs Elysees, Place de la Concorde, quai des Tuileries, quai Francois Mitterand, quai de Gesvres, Pont d'Arcole traveling at 10 km/h.  The bells will arrive in front of the Cathedral at approximately 4:30.

Les camions (the trucks) carrying the nine bells, left this morning from the Cornille-Havard foundry in Normandy where eight of them: Gabriel, Denis, Anne-Genevieve, Marcel, Etienne, Benoit-Joseph, Maurice and Jean Marie were constructed. The bourdon bell named Marie (in the 1st truck) was made at the Eijsbouts Foundry in the Netherlands.  The combined weight of the two trucks is 95,982 tonnes.  There were many discussions regarding which bridges to cross!

Eric Thiermann "The Media Impact Group"

And following those trucks as part of the convoy will be Eric Thiermann & Aleksandra Wolska, friends from Santa Cruz California who arrived with their cameras to crash with us on Tuesday night, the 11th hour! We have been working feverishly for 6 weeks to secure the authorizations & filming permissions so they could join the motorcade and film the unveiling of the new bells. They have made a documentary called "The Heart of a Bell" and were hoping for additional footage on the "birth of a bell".  I've been writing e-mails, wheedling french friends to make phone calls, and breaking out in cold sweats with no definitive word arriving from the foundry. Then, Voila! on Wed. afternoon, the e-mail came in from "Emmanuelle Boisseau" the liaison at Notre Dome (and in french hunchback is "bossu"-coincidence???), granting access and a place in the convoy. It's actually easier than getting a "carte vitale"!

I knew there was something special about Emmanuelle!  Somehow I believed she would come through for us. Then I read that only the bourdon bell and centre piece, Emmanuel, which was cast in 1686 and weighs 13 tons, was spared and replaced in the South Tower in 1802 on the orders of Emperor Napoleon I. Widely considered the most remarkable in Europe, it rang for the coronation of kings and to mark the end of the two world wars – It's thought its unique sound comes from the gold and silver jewellery donated by wealthy parishioners of the time which were added to the molten metal.

Notre-Dame cathedral had 20 bells before the French Revolution (1789): 8 bells in the North Tower, 2 bourdon bells (Marie and Emmanuel) in the South Tower, 7 bells in the spire, and 3 bells in the north transept. The bells were all dismantled and melted in 1791-1792.

Emmanuel - Bourdon Bell - 1681

On February 2nd, the bells will be consecrated by Cardinal Vingt-Trois, the Archbishop of Paris. The blessing of a bell is not traditionally like other blessings and is referred to as a "baptism". Thus they are given names, like people. They speak with a voice.

"You ain't got no call to be afeared of the bells...if you follow righteousness" - The Nine Tailors

ANArKH &  Esmeralda
I've been interested in bells ever since reading "The Hunchback of Notre Dame" and seeing the 1939 film version, which is not particularly true to Hugo's novel, but made me sob nonetheless. I would sneak up into the bell tower of our little Long Grove country church which was just down the road, next to my Grandma Ruth's house.  This is where I first discovered "bats in the belfry" on dusky summer nights. It was spooky in there with the beady eyed bats darting in and out of the bell tower, delicately prancing with their sinfully soundless sonar. I was sure they were all related to Dracula and shape-shifting behind my back.

"Bats in the Belfry" sounds like a phrase from Ye Olde Englande, but in fact it comes from the USA and is not especially old, dating from the start of the 20th c. This piece is from the Ohio newspaper:
 Long Grove, Ill. church up the road
The Newark Daily Advocate, October 1900:
To his hundreds of friends and acquaintances in Newark, these purile [sic] and senseless attacks on Hon. John W. Cassingham are akin to the vaporings of the fellow with a large flock of bats in his belfry."
Ambrose Bierce, also American, used the term in a piece for Cosmopolitan Magazine, in July 1907, describing it as a new curiosity:
"He was especially charmed with the phrase 'bats in the belfry', and would indubitably substitute it for 'possessed of a devil', the Scriptural diagnosis of insanity." Indubitably, I fancied I might go insane myself or deaf from the bell ringing like Quasimodo.
Wonderful creatures really--those bats--mammals that can fly. It gives them a liminal being status in some cultures like Tonga where they are sacred and considered the manifestation of a separable soul. For the Cherokees and Apaches, the bat is a trickster spirit, but they are lucky in Poland and for the Chinese, a symbol of longevity and happiness.

For me, Long Grove Church was like my own mini Cathedral and I felt akin to Quasimodo, "apart", emotionally disfigured, if not physically so. One of Victor Hugo's important themes was that a person should not be judged by their looks or appearances. But the heart of his novel is really the Cathedral itself, and all the major events take place in or atop the Cathedral. One could go on for pages and pages analyzing Hugo's novel (and people do), but for me what stands out most dramatically is the theme of fate and destiny.  In the preface Hugo laid out his theme of cultural evolution.  He wrote:

"A few years ago, while visiting or, rather, rummaging about Notre-Dame, the author of this book found, in an obscure nook of one of the towers, the following word, engraved by hand upon the wall:--


These Greek capitals, black with age, and quite deeply graven in the stone, with I know not what signs peculiar to Gothic calligraphy imprinted upon their forms and upon their attitudes, as though with the purpose of revealing that it had been a hand of the Middle Ages which had inscribed them there, and especially the fatal and melancholy meaning contained in them, struck the author deeply.

He questioned himself; he sought to divine who could have been that soul in torment which had not been willing to quit this world without leaving this stigma of crime or unhappiness upon the brow of the ancient church.

Afterwards, the wall was whitewashed or scraped down, I know not which, and the inscription disappeared. For it is thus that people have been in the habit of proceeding with the marvelous churches of the Middle Ages for the last two hundred years. Mutilations come to them from every quarter, from within as well as from without. The priest whitewashes them, the archdeacon scrapes them down; then the populace arrives and demolishes them.

Thus, with the exception of the fragile memory which the author of this book here consecrates to it, there remains to-day nothing whatever of the mysterious word engraved within the gloomy tower of Notre-Dame,--nothing of the destiny which it so sadly summed up. The man who wrote that word upon the wall disappeared from the midst of the generations of man many centuries ago; the word, in its turn, has been effaced from the wall of the church; the church will, perhaps, itself soon disappear from the face of the earth.

It is upon this word that this book is founded."

March, 1831.

~extracted from the preface of The Hunchback of the Notre-Dame by Victor Hugo.

In Chapter IV, it is revealed that the word means "FATE".

William Blake - Hecate or "The Three Fates"

The clock struck midnight and I just received these photos from Aleks and Eric:  BRAVO!

They have arrived (with Bells on)

FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS (No Man is an Island)

No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thine own
Or of thine friend's were.
Each man's death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

FUNIFICATION, FLANEUR & "Fat People are Hard to Kidnap"


Festival international de la bande dessinée d'Angoulême - 2012

1.  FUNIFICATION  (From the Urban Dictionary)
     The process of going between boredom and having a blast.
      Mark: I'm so bored!
      Tom: I think you need some funification.
2.  FLANEUR or Flâneur
      Stroller, loiterer, dawdler, saunterer, lounger

Our last guests have climbed onto the silver bird and flown back to San Francisco, leaving behind a perfumed jet trail of intoxicating holiday memories laced with exotic teas, scent of bergamot, truffle potato chips, pomegranate vinegar from Oliviers (as addictive as crack cocaine) & mucho conversations late into the night. Kevin's plum wine, "Charme de Charras", vintage 2012, fabriquées par lui-même (made by himself) was a big hit. He plucked the plums from the fallen limbs of  one of the orchard's most generous plum trees, split in two by a hellish Mars wind. The big blue barrel percolated and fermented away in the kitchen all summer while my Irish alchemist blended and tested.  It's buoyant, light & organic-- thrilling to sip the ruby red plum sunlight from winter goblets.  My "persimmon" butter did not fare as well, but that's another story, sub-heading:  Know they fruits!

Charme de Charras Vintage 2012 - World Tarot card, Arnell Ando

One of the highlights of our time together was a Murder Mystery Night:  "Brie, The Bullet and the Black Cat," hosted by friend Jodie in Boex.  Her lovely stone house turned into  the official residence of  the Deputy Mayor of Casablanca, Hughes Le Grandbutte (ably played by Mike, decked out in red cumberbund and medals, wife Edith in diamonds and pearls).   I was Countess Bugov (phoney Russian countess, really a circus acrobat), Kevin, Kirk Ramsden III, dissipated American running Rick's cafe, a womanizer with a flask of whiskey at his side and broken hearts strewn around the bar room floor.
Countess Bugov
Kirk Ramsden III
Our Ca. friends Kate & Bobby morphed into Ingrid Pith, Danish art dealer and Monsieur Oily-Carte, booking agent for the Moulin Bleu nightclub in Paris. Kate made her hat confection from Kev's straw hat and one of my scarves--she's got some milliner's genes--the hat was so elegant.

Ingrid & Oily-Carte
But the true star of the evening had to be Jodie's son Chris, as Otto Von Pinkelwurst - a Gestapo Officer, fanatical and possibly stark raving mad.  Doesn't understand why he is in Africa rather than a senior staff post in Berlin. He's pictured here with Pierre Payanski - 24 year old half-Russian poet. Anti-fascist with a bad leg, played limpingly well by Jodie's son-in-law, John.
Pierre & Otto
Six hours of crazy, chaotic, capital fun trying to figure out who's a murderer among 10 likely suspects between courses & libations.  I still don't really know who stole the brie or why there was brie, but I do know the murder victim (The Black Cat) was a Mime Artist and everyone knows they have to go. At one point I started to believe I really was a  Countess until someone pointed out that my Russian accent was sounding suspiciously Allemandesque. 

I kept pinching myself to see if I was dreaming.  And maybe I was... how likely is it that Americans would be attending a British murder mystery night at Christmas in a Bermudian artist's house in a rural village in France? 

More likely than one might imagine since 2013 has been officially dubbed our year of "FUNIFICATION".  Each year Kevin and I pick a theme for the year ahead.  We've had some pretty dreary Worker Ant themes in the past, like "EXECUTION" (not related to capital punishment), "COMPLETION", or just plain "WORK". So perhaps France's Socialist society has been sprinkling communal fairy dust upon us, turning us from ants into merry grasshoppers.  

I don't think the French really go in for Bonnes résolutions du Nouvel An.  At least when I asked a couple of french friends if they would be a) going on a diet or b) learning to speak English? they just blinked and offered me some more vin chaud.

But they do know how to have fun, especially in neighboring Angouleme, the Cartoon Capital of France!  

 Kate & Hergé - Adventures of Tin Tin)
Let's go find some Fun!
This stone is slippery...

Clic Clic Clic

I never get tired of the surprise of finding a cartoon or a mural on a remparts wall, high up under a cornice or hidden down a winding alley way.  One has to be a Flâneur to discover the subversive graphics and stealthy drawings tucked away.  Flanerie, which dates back to the 16th or 17th c., once had a connotation of wasting time, but in the 19th c. Honore de Balzac described it as "the gastronomy of the eye".  St. Beauve wrote that to Flaner is "the very opposite of doing nothing" and to Victor Fournel writing in "Ce qu'on voit dans les rues de Paris" (What One Sees in the Streets of Paris, 1867), there was nothing lazy in flanerie.  It was a moving photograph of urban experience. 

Of course, there are mindless flâneurs and intelligent flâneurs.  I like Charles Baudelaire's memorable portrait of a flaneur as the "artist-poet of the modern metropolis", first published in Le Figaro in 1863, he said, in part:

"...For the perfect flâneur, for the passionate spectator, it is an immense joy to set up house in the heart of the multitude, amid the ebb and flow of movement, in the midst of the fugitive and the infinite. To be away from home and yet to feel oneself everywhere at home; to see the world, to be at the centre of the world, and yet to remain hidden from the world... the lover of pictures who lives in a magical society of dreams painted on canvas... Or we might liken him to a mirror as vast as the crowd itself; or to a kaleidoscope gifted with consciousness, responding to each one of its movements and reproducing the multiplicity of life and the flickering grace of all the elements of life."

Rudy & the Rhino

Gastronomical eyes at BD Festival 2012

Come to the 40th International BD Festival in

Bonne Année my faithful flaneurs, friends & blog readers!
You'll have to stay tuned for "Fat People are Hard to Kidnap" & the Saintonge where "The Churches are too beautiful"-- too much funification and flaneuring has made me very sleepy.

Bon Soir, Bisous