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“Mermaids Singing, Each to Each”

“Mermaids Singing, Each to Each”. Kandinsky mash-up. Marcel Duchamp, Fountain (1917). Picasso, Les Demoiselles d'Avignon (1907). “Mermaids Singing, Each to Each”.

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“Mermaids Singing, Each to Each”

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  1. “Mermaids Singing, Each to Each” Kandinsky mash-up Marcel Duchamp, Fountain (1917) Picasso, Les Demoiselles d'Avignon (1907)

  2. “Mermaids Singing, Each to Each” The Romantic view holds that “man is intrinsically good, spoilt by circumstance. Remove all the “bad laws and customs that had suppressed him . . . and the infinite possibilities of man would have a chance.” It is “spilt religion.” The Classical view holds that “man is an extraordinarily fixed and limited animal whose nature is absolutely constant. It is only by tradition and organization that anything decent can be got out of him.” It is absolutely identical with normal religious attitudes.” T. E. Hulme 1883-1917 Wyndham Lewis Abstract Composition (1915) “It is essential to prove that beauty may be in small, dry things.” Hulme, “Romanticism and Classicism,” 1999-2000

  3. “Mermaids Singing, Each to Each” Imagisme. “An “Image” is that which presents an intellectual and emotional complex in an instant of time. . . . It is the presentation of such a “complex” instantaneously which gives that sense of sudden liberation; that sense of freedom from time limits and space limits . . . . Use no superfluous word, no adjective, which does not reveal something. . . . Be influenced by as many great artists as you can, but have the decency either to acknowledge the debt outright, or to try to conceal it. . . . Use either no ornament or good ornament. . . . Consider the way of the scientists rather than the way of an advertising agent for a new soap.” Pound, “A Few Don’ts by an Imagiste” 2005-6 Ezra Pound (1885-1972)

  4. “Mermaids Singing, Each to Each” Blast will be popular, essentially. It will not appeal to any particular class, but to the fundamental and popular instincts in every class and description of people, TO THE INDIVIDUAL. The moment a man feels or realizes himself as an artist, he ceases to belong to any milieu or time. Blast is created for this timeless, fundamental Artist that exists in everybody. The Man in the Street and the Gentleman are equally ignored. A VORTICIST KING! WHY NOT? Lewis, “Long Live the Vortex!” 2011 Vorticism: a literary and artistic movement associated with Cubist-Futurist abstraction and theories of history in which the past and present intersect or overlay each other, “ply-on-ply.” Wyndham Lewis edited Blast,

  5. “Mermaids Singing, Each to Each” Wyndham Lewis, Workshop (1914-15)

  6. “Mermaids Singing, Each to Each” Mina Loy, La Miason en Papier (1906)

  7. “Mermaids Singing, Each to Each” To obtain results you must make sacrifices & the first & greatest sacrifice you have to make is of your “virtue” The fictitious value of woman as identified with her physical purity is too easy a stand-by------rendering her lethargic in the acquistition of intrinsic merits of character by which she could obtain a concrete value – therefore the first self-enforced law for the female sex . . . would be the unconditional surgical destruction of virginity through-out the female population at puberty---. Mina Loy, “Feminist Manifesto” Mina Loy

  8. “Mermaids Singing, Each to Each” Wyndham Lewis, A Canadian Gunpit (1918)

  9. “Mermaids Singing, Each to Each” Henri Gaudier-Brzeska L'Oiseau de feu (1912) Brzeska, Red Stone Dancer (1913)

  10. “Mermaids Singing, Each to Each” Thomas Sternes Eliot 1888-1965

  11. “Mermaids Singing, Each to Each” Tradition “cannot be inherited, and if you want it you must obtain it by great labour. It involves, in the first place, the historical sense, which we may call nearly indispensable to any one who would continue to be a poet beyond his twenty-fifth year; and the historical sense involves a perception, not only of the pastness of the past, but of its presence. . . . This historical sense, which is a sense of the timeless as well as of the temporal and of the timeless and the temporal together, is what makes a writer traditional.” Eliot, “Tradition and Individual Talent,” 2320

  12. “Mermaids Singing, Each to Each” What happens [to the poet] is a continual surrender of himself as he is at the moment to something which is more valuable. The progress of an artist is a continual self-sacrifice, a continual extinction of personality. The mind of the poet . . . may partly or exclusively operate upon the experience of the man himself; but, the more perfect the artist, the more completely separate in him will be the man who suffers and the mind which creates; the more perfectly will the mind digest and transmute the passions which are its material. Eliot, “Tradition and Individual Talent,” 2322 The poet “is never the bundle of accident and incoherence that sits down to breakfast; he has been re-born as an idea, something intended, complete.” W. B. Yeats, “General Introduction to My Work” Jaun Gris, The Washstand (1912)

  13. “Mermaids Singing, Each to Each” Manuscript Pages from The Waste Land

  14. “Mermaids Singing, Each to Each” Bran of the Blessed, one of the possible origins of the Fisher King myth. Bran was based on the Irish sea-god Manannan mac Lir. The Fisher King

  15. “Mermaids Singing, Each to Each” “The Quest of the Grail” by Elizabeth Siddal (wife of D.G. Rossetti). Also known as "Sir Galahad at the Shrine of the Holy Grail"

  16. “Mermaids Singing, Each to Each” What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow  Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,   You cannot say, or guess, for you know only  A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,  And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,  And the dry stone no sound of water. Only  There is shadow under this red rock,   (Come in under the shadow of this red rock),  And I will show you something different from either  Your shadow at morning striding behind you  Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you; I will show you fear in a handful of dust. Eliot, The Waste Land, ll. 18-30 Ezekiel, by Raphael

  17. “Mermaids Singing, Each to Each” Frisch weht der Wind   Der Heimat zu.                 Mein Irisch Kind,  Wo weilest du?  “You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;   They called me the hyacinth girl.”  —Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,  Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not  Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither  Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,   Looking into the heart of light, the silence.  Od' und leer das Meer. Eliot, The Waste Land, ll. 30-42 John William Waterhouse Tristram and Isolde Sharing the Potion (1916)

  18. “Mermaids Singing, Each to Each” Madame Sosostris, famous clairvoyante,  Had a bad cold, nevertheless  Is known to be the wisest woman in Europe,   With a wicked pack of cards. Here, said she,  Is your card, the drowned Phoenician Sailor,  (Those are pearls that were his eyes. Look!)  Here is Belladonna, the Lady of the Rocks,  The lady of situations. Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,  And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,  Which is blank, is something he carries on his back,  Which I am forbidden to see. I do not find  The Hanged Man. Fear death by water.   see crowds of people, walking round in a ring.  Thank you. If you see dear Mrs. Equitone,  Tell her I bring the horoscope myself:  One must be so careful these days. Eliot, The Waste Land, ll. 43-59

  19. “Mermaids Singing, Each to Each” Unreal City,   Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,  A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,  I had not thought death had undone so many.  Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,  And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.   Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,  To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours  With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.  There I saw one I knew, and stopped him, crying Stetson!  ’You who were with me in the ships at Mylae!   'That corpse you planted last year in your garden,  'Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?  'Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?  'Oh keep the Dog far hence, that's friend to men,  'Or with his nails he'll dig it up again!   'You! hypocrite lecteur!—mon semblable,—mon frère!’ Eliot, The Waste Land, ll. 60-76 From the Anglican Prayer Book

  20. “Mermaids Singing, Each to Each” The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne,  Glowed on the marble, where the glass  Held up by standards wrought with fruited vines  From which a golden Cupidon peeped out  (Another hid his eyes behind his wing)  Doubled the flames of sevenbranched candelabra  Reflecting light upon the table as  The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it,  From satin cases poured in rich profusion;   In vials of ivory and coloured glass  Unstoppered, lurked her strange synthetic perfumes,  Unguent, powdered, or liquid—troubled, confused  And drowned the sense in odours. Eliot, The Waste Land, ll. 77-89

  21. “Mermaids Singing, Each to Each” “Tereus violates Philomela” (17th century)

  22. “Mermaids Singing, Each to Each” ‘My nerves are bad to-night. Yes, bad. Stay with me. ‘Speak to me. Why do you never speak? Speak.  ‘What are you thinking of? What thinking? What? ‘I never know what you are thinking. Think.’   I think we are in rats’ alley  Where the dead men lost their bones.   ‘What is that noise?’                        The wind under the door.  ‘What is that noise now? What is the wind doing?’                     Nothing again nothing. ‘Do ‘You know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember ‘Nothing?’  I remember  Those are pearls that were his eyes. Eliot, The Waste Land, ll. 111-25 Wyndham Lewis, Lovers (1912)

  23. “Mermaids Singing, Each to Each” When Lil's husband got demobbed, I said—  I didn't mince my words, I said to her myself,  HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME  Now Albert's coming back, make yourself a bit smart.  He'll want to know what you done with that money he gave you  To get yourself some teeth. You ought to be ashamed, I said, to look so antique.  (And her only thirty-one.)  I can't help it, she said, pulling a long face,  It's them pills I took, to bring it off, she said.  (She's had five already, and nearly died of young George.)  The chemist said it would be alright, but I've never been the same. Eliot, The Waste Land, ll. 139-44, 156-61

  24. “Mermaids Singing, Each to Each” Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot fighting in the captain’s tower While calypso singers laugh at them and fisherman, they hold flowers Portrait of Eliot by Wydham Lewis

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