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there was this beautiful mixed forest in the Scottish Cairngorms surrounding a lake (Loch Moy) and while the forest mainly consisted of pine trees and other coniferes, around the shore of the lake were many alder trees, each stranger in shape than the other. They made me think of the Erlking poem :)
Happy Tree-mendous Tuesday!
Listen to this wonderful Schubert song, a setting of Johann Wolfgang Goethe's most famous ballad "Erlkönig" (see the Wikipedia article for an English translation to read along and more information): www.youtube.com/watch?v=XoBo8dlPcQo en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erlk%C3%B6nig
" ... My son, say why are you hiding your face ?
Oh father, the Erlking 's coming apace,
The Erlking 's here with his train and crown!
My son, the fog moves up and down ..."
Who rides so late through the night and wind?
It is the father with his child.
He has the boy in his arms;
he holds him safely, he keeps him warm.
‘My son, why do you hide your face in fear?’
‘Father, can you not see the Erlking?
The Erlking with his crown and tail?’
‘My son, it is a streak of mist.’
‘Sweet child, come with me.
I’ll play wonderful games with you.
Many a pretty flower grows on the shore;
my mother has many a golden robe.’
‘Father, father, do you not hear
what the Erlking softly promises me?’
‘Calm, be calm, my child:
the wind is rustling in the withered leaves.’
‘Won’t you come with me, my fine lad?
My daughters shall wait upon you;
my daughters lead the nightly dance,
and will rock you, and dance, and sing you to sleep.’
‘Father, father, can you not see
Erlking’s daughters there in the darkness?’
‘My son, my son, I can see clearly:
it is the old grey willows gleaming.’
‘I love you, your fair form allures me,
and if you don’t come willingly, I’ll use force.’
‘Father, father, now he’s seizing me!
The Erlking has hurt me!’
The father shudders, he rides swiftly,
he holds the moaning child in his arms;
with one last effort he reaches home;
the child lay dead in his arms.
beautiful specimen of what I believe to be a black alder within the woods surrounding Loch Moy in the Cairngorms. Happy Tree-mendous Tuesday! :)
For those not familiar with the Goethe poem or the Schubert song here's some info:
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erlk%C3%B6nig_(Goethe)
In German, Erlkönig also is a term used for camouflaged prototypes of new car models that are being tested on the roads (i.e. a 'development mule').
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8noeFpdfWcQ
Wer reitet so spät durch Nacht und Wind ?
Who rides so late through the night and wind?
(Goethe, Schubert, Jessye Norman)
Le Roi des Aulnes (Erlkönig en allemand) est un poème de Johann Wolfgang von Goethe écrit en 1782. La créature évoquée dans le poème est un Erlkönig (roi des Aulnes), personnage représenté dans un certain nombre de poèmes et ballades allemandes comme une créature maléfique qui hante les forêts et entraîne les voyageurs dans la mort.
Par une nuit d'orage, un père chevauche, à travers une forêt sombre, avec son jeune fils dans ses bras. L'enfant croit voir dans l'obscurité la forme du roi des Aulnes et il est effrayé. Le père calme son fils : ce qu'il voit n'est que « le brouillard qui traîne ». Mais la figure fantomatique ne quitte pas l'enfant. Avec un discours persuasif, le roi des Aulnes invite le « gentil enfant » à venir dans son royaume pour se distraire avec ses filles. Mais l'enfant est agité. Encore une fois le père essaie de trouver une explication naturelle à ses hallucinations : ce ne serait que le bruissement des feuilles et le reflet d'arbres centenaires. Mais la vision est plus menaçante, et le fils est pris de panique. Lorsque le roi des Aulnes saisit l'enfant, le père perd son sang-froid et essaie de galoper aussi vite qu'il peut pour atteindre la ferme. Mais il y arrive trop tard : l'enfant est mort dans ses bras.
Who rides so late through the night and wind?
It is the father with his child.
He has the boy in his arms;
he holds him safely, he keeps him warm.
‘My son, why do you hide your face in fear?’
‘Father, can you not see the Erlking?
The Erlking with his crown and tail?’
‘My son, it is a streak of mist.’
‘Sweet child, come with me.
I’ll play wonderful games with you.
Many a pretty flower grows on the shore;
my mother has many a golden robe.’
‘Father, father, do you not hear
what the Erlking softly promises me?’
‘Calm, be calm, my child:
the wind is rustling in the withered leaves.’
‘Won’t you come with me, my fine lad?
My daughters shall wait upon you;
my daughters lead the nightly dance,
and will rock you, and dance, and sing you to sleep.’
‘Father, father, can you not see
Erlking’s daughters there in the darkness?’
‘My son, my son, I can see clearly:
it is the old grey willows gleaming.’
‘I love you, your fair form allures me,
and if you don’t come willingly, I’ll use force.’
‘Father, father, now he’s seizing me!
The Erlking has hurt me!’
The father shudders, he rides swiftly,
he holds the moaning child in his arms;
with one last effort he reaches home;
the child lay dead in his arms.
Illustration of the wondrously strange and impacting balad by Johann Wolfgang Goethe:
The Erlking (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe) (translation from the German original)
Who rides there so late through the night dark and drear?
The father it is, with his infant so dear;
He holdeth the boy tightly clasp'd in his arm,
He holdeth him safely, he keepeth him warm.
"My son, wherefore seek'st thou thy face thus to hide?"
"Look, father, the Alder King is close by our side!
Dost see not the Alder King, with crown and with train?"
"My son, 'tis the mist rising over the plain."
"Oh, come, thou dear infant! oh come thou with me!
For many a game I will play there with thee;
On my beach, lovely flowers their blossoms unfold,
My mother shall grace thee with garments of gold."
"My father, my father, and dost thou not hear
The words that the Alder King now breathes in mine ear?"
"Be calm, dearest child, thy fancy deceives;
the wind is sighing through withering leaves."
"Wilt go, then, dear infant, wilt go with me there?
My daughters shall tend thee with sisterly care
My daughters by night on the dance floor you lead,
They'll cradle and rock thee, and sing thee to sleep."
"My father, my father, and dost thou not see,
How the Alder King is showing his daughters to me?"
"My darling, my darling, I see it aright,
'Tis the aged grey willows deceiving thy sight."
"I love thee, I'm charm'd by thy beauty, dear boy!
And if thou aren't willing, then force I'll employ."
"My father, my father, he seizes me fast,
For sorely the Alder King has hurt me at last."
The father now gallops, with terror half wild,
He holds in his arms the shuddering child;
He reaches his farmstead with toil and dread, –
The child in his arms lies motionless, dead.
* * * * *
This is another photo whose title is taken from Angela Carter's short story Erl King. It tells the story of the seductive Erl King, a fae creature who lures young girls into the woods. He then brings them to his cabin where he turns them into birds and keeps them trapped in little cages forever. In the story, the animals and plants of the wood are under his control as well, so I wanted to show the wind and trees and leaves all conspiring to bring this girl to her potential doom.
This photo required about a hundred thousand different layers of leaves. I really liked the fall colors of this, and felt it was quite appropriate for this time of year. Where I am, the leaves are just turning in the most beautiful display you can imagine :)
Model: Dedeker Winston.
"Erl-King will do you grievous harm.
...
He smiles. He lays down his pope, his elder bird-call. He lays upon me his irrevocable hand.
His eyes are quite green, as if from too much looking at the wood.
There are some eyes that can eat you."
--The Erl-King, by Angela Carter, in The Bloody Chamber collection of stories.
A new DreamWorld image featuring Travis as a bad guy! While DreamWorld is a largely benevolent place, it does have some dark shadows, and some of the darkest shine the brightest to lure you in. Thus far the Erl King has eluded banishment from DreamWorld's King by staying quiet and far away, but the day will come when they clash.
This image is inspired by the fairytales and folklore about the Erl King, a creature I think of as something like male, wood-dwelling siren. I was particularly inspired by Angela Carter's short story Erl King in her excellent collection of short stories, The Bloody Chamber. (That's a book that lives in my purse, I love it so much.) The Erl King draws pretty young women into the woods, entices them closer and closer, and eventually turns the loveliest into birds whom he keeps in cages woven from branches inside his woodland house. Carter's version ends with a twist, but I'll leave that to you to discover :)
I wanted to make use of Travis's incredible balance and strength so I asked him to hang out in the branches of a tree. I'm always aware of how very much taller he is than I am (I'm not quite 5', which surprises most people who haven't met me in real life) and Travis is 6' 5". My head didn't even touch the bottom of the large branch he's balanced on, but when I asked him to climb up into the tree, stepladder at hand, he simply reached up and pulled himself onto it. He is seriously strong.
While I was making the cage from branches and leaves I scavenged in my yard, Geoff kept referring to it as the "True Detective birdcage" as it reminded him of the stick sculptures the show's villain left as his calling card. Let me tell you, nothing could have made me happier than to have them favorably compared to each other :) This particular prop was built hurriedly and made from fresh leaves which soon turned brown and broke away, so the cage did not last long in the real world. But I sure did enjoy seeing it on my porch for a couple weeks whenever I'd come home from a doctor's appointment or grocery shopping with Geoff!
On another note, I had the pleasure of creating a video and article for Good Light Magazine about why you should take self portraits, and how to. Good Light Magazine has generously offered all my fans and followers a free download of my issue (Issue 20) Which you can download here!!
And I should have some more exciting photography news for you in the next couple weeks! :)
Model: Travis Weinand
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Erlkönig ist eine gängige Bezeichnung für den Prototyp eines Autos. ~ wikipedia
Hier kann man auch nachlesen wie es zum Namen Erlkönig kam:
de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erlk%C3%B6nig_%28Auto%29
Erlkönig Folien (Krisselfolien)
www.zeit.de/auto/2013-02/autoindustrie-erlkoenig-marketin...
Who rides, so late, through night and wind?
It is the father with his child.
He holds the boy in the crook of his arm
He holds him safe, he keeps him warm.
"My son, why do you hide your face so anxiously?"
"Father, do you not see the Erlking?
The Erlking with crown and cloak?"
"My son, it's a wisp of fog."
"You lovely child, come, go with me!
Many a beautiful game I'll play with you;
Many colorful flowers are on the shore,
My mother has many a golden robe."
"My father, my father, can't you hear,
What Erlking quietly promises me?"
"Be calm, stay calm, my child;
The wind rustles through dry leaves."
"Do you want to come with me, fine lad?
My daughters shall serve you;
My daughters lead the nightly dances
And rock you and dance and sing you to sleep."
"My father, my father, and can't you see there,
Erlking's daughters in the gloomy place?"
"My son, my son, I see it well:
The old willows seem so gray."
"I love you, your beautiful form entices me;
And if you're not willing, I shall use force."
"My father, my father, he's touching me now!
Erlking has wounded me!"
The father shudders; he rides swiftly,
He holds in his arms the moaning child.
He reaches the yard with fear and dread;
In his arms, the child was dead.
"Der Erlkönig" Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Who rides so late through the night and wind?
It's the father with his child;
He has the boy safe in his arm,
He holds him secure, he holds him warm.
“My son, what makes you hide your face in fear?” –
Father, don't you see the Erlking?
The Erlking with crown and flowing robe? –
“My son, it's a wisp of fog.” –
“You dear child, come along with me!
Such lovely games I'll play with you;
Many colorful flowers are at the shore,
My mother has many a golden garment.”
My father, my father, and do you not hear
What the Erlking promises me so softly? –
“Be quiet, stay quiet, my child;
In the dry leaves the wind is rustling.” –
“Won't you come along with me, my fine boy?
My daughters shall attend to you so nicely.
My daughters do their nightly dance,
And they'll rock you and dance you and sing you to sleep.”
My father, my father, and do you not see over there
Erlking's daughters in that dark place? –
“My son, my son, I see it most definitely:
It's the willow trees looking so grey.”
“I love you; I'm charmed by your beautiful form;
And if you're not willing, then I'll use force.”
My father, my father, now he's grabbing hold of me!
Erlking has done me harm! –
The father shudders, he rides swiftly,
He holds in (his) arms the moaning child.
He reaches the farmhouse with effort and urgency.
In his arms the child was dead.
by J.W. Goethe
Harlequin
"Arlecchino" redirects here. For the opera by Busoni, see Arlecchino (opera).
The classical appearance of the Harlequin stock character in the commedia dell'arte of the 1670s, complete with batte or "slapstick", in origin a magic wand used by the devil character to change the scenery of the play.(Maurice Sand, 1860)
Harlequin (or Arlecchino in Italian, Arlequin in French, and ArlequÃ-n in Spanish) is the most popularly known of the zanni or comic servant characters from the Italian Commedia dell'arte. It was introduced by the successful Italian actor Tristano Martinelli in the 1580s, and it became a stock character after Tristano's death in 1630. The derived genre of the Harlequinade, where the Harlequin character takes center stage, came to England in the 18th century (John Rich).
The Harlequin is characterized by his chequered costume. His role is that of a light-hearted, nimble and astute servant, often acting to thwart the plans of his master, and pursuing his own love interest, Colombina, with wit and resourcefulness, often competing with the sterner and melancholic Pierrot. He later develops into a prototype of the romantic hero. Harlequin inherits his physical agility and his trickster qualities, as well as his name, from a mischievous "devil" character in medieval passion plays.
In Victorian England, the Harlequin was routinely paired with the clown figure. The clown with his brutishness acted as a foil for the more sophisticated Harlequin. The most influential such pair were the Payne Brothers, active during the 1860s and 1870s, substantially shaping the 20th-century "slapstick" genre.
Name
Further information: Herla, Erlking, and Alichino (devil)
The name Harlequin is taken from that of a mischievous "devil" or "demon" character in popular French passion plays. It originates with an Old French term herlequin, hellequin, first attested in the 11th century, by the chronist Orderic Vitalis, who recounts that he was pursued by a troop of demons when wandering on the coast of Normandy at night. These demons were led by a masked, club-wielding giant and they were known as familia herlequin (var. familia herlethingi). This medieval French version of the Germanic Wild Hunt, Mesnée d'Hellequin, has been connected to the English figure of Herla cyning ("host-king"; German Erlkönig) Hellequin was depicted a black-faced emissary of the devil, roaming the countryside with a group of demons chasing the damned souls of evil people to Hell. The physical appearance of Hellequin offers an explanation for the traditional colours of Harlequin's red-and-black mask.
The first known appearance on stage of a Harlequin figure is dated to 1262, the character of a masked and hooded devil in Jeu da la Feuillière by Adam de la Halle, and it became a stock character in French passion plays. The name also appears as that of a devil, as Alichino, in Dante's Inferno (cantos 21 to 23)
History
The re-interpretation of the "devil" stock character as a zanni character of the commedia dell'arte took place in the 16th century. Zan Ganassa, whose troupe is first mentioned in Mantua in the late 1560s, was one of the earliest known actors believed to have performed the part[clarification needed]. The patched costume is due to Tristano Martinelli, whose zanni wore a linen costume of colourful patches, and a hare-tail on his cap to indicate cowardice. Tristano's Harlequin also had a black leather half-mask, a moustache and a pointed beard. The name Harlequin (Arlequin) was Tristano's choice for his character, loaned from the name of the popular French devil character it resembled. He was very successful, performing in Italy and in France, even playing at court and becoming a favourite of Henry IV of France, to whom he addressed insolent monologues (Compositions de Rhetorique de Don Arlequin, 1601). Tristano's great success contributed to the perpetuation of his interpretation of the zanni role, along with the name of his character, after his death in 1630, among other by Nicolò Zecca, active c. 1630 in Bologna as well as Turin and Mantua.
Further transformations of the character occurred in France, where Arlecchino was performed at the Comédie-Italienne in Italian by Tristano Martinelli, Giovan Battista Andreini, and Angelo Costantini (c. 1654â1729). The role was played in French as Arlequin in the 1660s by Dominique Biancolelli(it) (1636â1688), who combined the zanni types, "making his Arlecchino witty, neat, and fluent in a croaking voice, which became as traditional as the squawk of Punch." The Italians were expelled from France in 1697 for satirizing King Louis XIV's second wife, Madame de Maintenon, but returned in 1716 (after his death), when Tommaso Antonio Vicentini ("Thomassin", 1682â1739) became famous in the part. The rhombus shape of the patches arose by adaptation to the Paris fashion of the 17th century by Biancolelli.
Characteristics and dramatic function
Harlequin at the Pantomime Theatre in Tivoli Gardens in Copenhagen, Denmark
The primary aspect of Arlecchino was his physical agility. While generally depicted as stupid and gluttonous, he was very nimble and performed the sort of acrobatics the audience expected to see. The character would never perform a simple action when the addition of a cartwheel, somersault, or flip would spice up the movement.
Within these restrictions the character was tremendously elastic. Various troupes and actors would alter his behaviour to suit style, personal preferences, or even the particular scenario being performed. He is typically cast as the servant of an innamorato or vecchio much to the detriment of the plans of his master. Arlecchino often had a love interest in the person of Colombina, or in older plays any of the Soubrette roles, and his lust for her was only superseded by his desire for food and fear of his master. Occasionally, Arlecchino would pursue the innamorata, though rarely with success, as in the Recueil Fossard of the 16th century where he is shown trying to woo Donna Lucia for himself by masquerading as a foreign nobleman. He also is known to try to win any given lady for himself if he chances upon anyone else trying to woo her, by interrupting or ridiculing the new competitor.
He eventually became something more of a romantic hero around the 18th century, when his popularity provoked the Harlequinade.
Matthew Lewis was often referred to as Monk Lewis, in tribute to his most famous work The Monk. Into his best-selling novel, Lewis had thrown in every Gothic plot-device, including rape, incest, murder, magic, satanic pacts and eternal damnation. It is a morality tale, describing the loss of innocence, but one imbued with horror and sensationalism, and is the epitome of the Gothic novels mocked by Austen in Northanger Abbey. This collection of stories and poems is based on folktales and popular figures of fear, such as the German ErlKing, the Wild Hunt, the Dame Blanche and the ubiquitous Wicked Baron. The pieces can truly be described as "horrid", the greatest praise that could be bestowed by young ladies such as Catherine Morland:
"But are they all horrid, are you sure they are all horrid?" "Yes, quite sure; for a particular friend of mine, a Miss Andrews, a sweet girl, one of the sweetest creatures in the world, has read every one of them."
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A boy in Tiveden went fishing, but he had no luck. Then he met a beautiful lady, and she was so stunning that he felt he had to catch his breath. But, then he realized who she was, because he could see a fox's tail sticking out below the skirt. As he knew that it was forbidden to comment on the tail to the lady of the forest, if it were not done in the most polite manner, he bowed deeply and said with his softest voice, "Milady, I see that your petticoat shows below your skirt". The lady thanked him gracefully and hid her tail under her skirt, telling the boy to fish on the other side of the lake. That day, the boy had great luck with his fishing and he caught a fish every time he threw out the line. This was the huldra's recognition of his politeness.
A bit of Gothic in the middle of Berlin.
'My son, wherefore seek'st thou thy face thus to hide?"
"Look, father, the Erl-King is close by our side!
Dost see not the Erl-King, with crown and with train?"
"My son, 'tis the mist rising over the plain."'
Johann Wolfgang Goethe (1782)
Translation by Edgar Alfred Bowring
Read the whole poem: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Der_Erlk%c3%b6nig
...
"Ich liebe dich, mich reizt deine schoene Gestalt;
Und bist du nicht willig, so brauch ich Gewalt." —
"Mein Vater, mein Vater, jetzt fasst er mich an!
Erlkoenig hat mir ein Leids getan!"
... - Erlkönig, Göthe
Best performance.
ERL King, rusted steel, 2009 by Sir Anthony Caro
It stands on a concrete plinth outside the Norwich University of the Arts building in St George's St, Norwich
This artwork forms part of the exhibition Iron in the Soul, held at the East Gallery, NUA, from May 8 2019
An illustration for Angela Carter's 'The Bloody Chamber and other stories' for a uni project.
"That was the way I walked into the bird-haunted solitude of the Erl-King. who keeps his feathered things in little cages he has woven out of osier twigs and there they sit and sing for him."
ERL King, rusted steel, 2009 by Sir Anthony Caro
It stands on a concrete plinth outside the Norwich University of the Arts building in St George's St, Norwich
This artwork forms part of the exhibition Iron in the Soul, held at the East Gallery, NUA, from May 8 2019
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