#guérin

[malnedott]

hands in art by pierre-narcisse guérin

[b-o-t-t]

[empirearchives]

Phaedra and Hippolytus (detail), by Pierre-Narcisse Guérin, 1802, Napoleonic era

[philoursmars]

Marseille. Juste avant la Marche des Fiertés, je suis allé visiter au Musée des Beaux-Arts (dans le Palais Longchamp) une petite expo tout en délicatesse : "L'Esprit du Trait", entre baroque et classicisme :

Xavier Sigalon - "Caprice architectural"

Jean-Antoine Constantin - "Personnages au bord d'une rivière"

Nicolas Vérany (dit Guérin) - "Trompe-l'œil aux cartes à jouer, partition musique, dessin, gravures et almanach"

Jacques Réattu - ''Jupiter, Apollon, Neptune et les huit Fleuves du Mont Ida détruisant les retranchements que les Grecs ont laissés devant Troie"

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[hazardous-waste-containment]

I saw fascism with my own eyes. Today, I know what it is. And I feel that we need to examine our own consciences before it’s too late. For ten years, we haven’t given the phenomenon sufficient attention. A carnival Caesar, joked Paul-Boncour. No, fascism isn’t a masquerade. Fascism is a system, an ideology, an outcome. Granted, it doesn’t resolve anything, but it endures. It’s the bourgeoisie’s answer to the default of the working class [sic]. Without too greatly compromising the privileges of the bourgeoisie, it’s an attempt to find a way out of the chaos and to establish a new form of economic planning, an ersatz socialism.

In Germany, I learned that in order to defeat fascism, you have to oppose it with a living example, a flesh-and-blood ideal. Ah, if only the USSR, by once again becoming a republic of Soviets, could be the irresistible pole of attraction it was after 1917!

I learned that if the working class continues to default, fascism will become generalized throughout the world. Will you wait for the blows of the truncheon to fall here? Fascism is essentially aggressive. If we let it go forward, if we remain on the defensive, it will annihilate us. It makes use of a new demogogic and revolutionary language. If we harken back to the same hackneyed clichés without breathing new life into them through our acts, if we don’t strike at the heart of its formidable doctrines, if we don’t learn how to respond to it, we will meet the same fate as the Italians and the Germans. Finally, fascism is essentially a youth movement. If we don’t know how to attract youth and satisfy their need for action and ideals, they may well escape and even turn against us. And if we don’t purge our actions of the slightest vestiges of nationalism, we will lay the groundwork for a national socialism. Who knows, perhaps this groundwork is already being laid in our country.

— “And Now?”, The Brown Plague: Travels in Late Weimar and Early Nazi Germany by Daniel Guérin

[l-egypte]

February 1, 2020 | Napoleon Bonaparte Pardoning the Rebels at Cairo, 23rd October 1798 (1808), by Pierre-Narcisse Guérin (1774–1833)

I was still reading DK’s The Arts: A Visual Encyclopedia (2017) when I came across the painting by Pierre-Narcisse Guérin called Napoleon Bonaparte Pardoning the Rebels at Cairo. Apparently the painting was “commandé par Napoléon Ier pour la galerie de Diane au palais des Tuileries à Paris en 1806” (which, I imagine, translates to: “commissioned by Napoleon I for Diane’s gallery at the Tuileries Palace in Paris in 1806″).

And then you’re sucked into researching about the French campaign in Egypt and Syria, and then you’re reminded about all the graffiti left by the French on the ancient monuments.

[my-name-is-dahlia]

Napoleon Bonaparte Pardoning the Rebels at Cairo, Pierre-Narcisse Guérin

[clochardscelestes]

Ne mêle pas l'esprit aux choses de la chair. Sache, aux moments secrets où le corps est en fête, Redescendre à l'obscur délire de la bête. Tumultueux et sourd et fort comme la mer, Laisse gronder tes sens en orgues de tempête, Et que sous l'onde en feu de tes baisers halète L'orgueilleuse impudeur de la beauté parfaite. Il faut qu'au fond des soirs lourds et silencieux Où la bouche à la bouche enfin veut être unie, Tu puisses concentrer tout en toi l'harmonie Qui fait chanter le char des nuits sur ses essieux, Que l'éternel effort des êtres t'aide à vivre Au delà du désir humain, que ton sang ivre Murmure comme l'eau, les blés et la forêt : Emplis-toi, comme un broc qu'on plonge au puits, d'un trait ; Alors la nuit d'amour éteindra ta pensée, Ta chair que la nature étreint en épousée Bourdonnera sans fin d'une immense rumeur : Sois simple et grand ; ton grain porte un monde, semeur !

Charles Guérin - Ne Mêle Pas L’esprit Aux Choses De La Chair.