#robert hale

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Jared Ingersol - The Witchcraft Murder - Robert Hale - 1975

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Robert Hale, Minnesota State Capitol, 1908, watercolor, sight 20 1⁄4 x 15 1⁄4 in. (51.4 x 36.2 cm.), Smithsonian American Art Museum, Bequest of Emily Finch Gilbert through Julia Post Bastedo, executor, 1962.13.1

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Artists really are a different breed aren’t they

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RIP Robert Hale (1933-2023)

He was one of the great bass-baritones of his time with a long career, mostly in Europe.

I had the pleasure of hearing him live once, on one of the greatest nights of opera I've ever experienced. It was Faust at the Deutsche Oper Berlin, where he played Mephistopheles with the Faust of Giacomo Aragall and the Marguerite of Sona Ghazarian, in the ridiculous and wonderful production of the work by John Dew.

All other Fausts I've seen or heard have not come close to that one magical night in Berlin.

Leb' wohl.

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Sterek Hotel Transylvania AU: For monsters, there is a place of sanctuary hidden beyond the haunted forests and creepy marshes, far from the human world: Hotel Transylvania. On one special weekend, Robert Hale invites every monster to the hotel to celebrate his son Derek’s 118th birthday.

As part of his birthday, Derek asks if he can venture out into the human world. His dad agrees, telling him there’s a town not too far into the forest—but the town is a set up and the zombie bellhops dress up as humans in order to scare Derek into returning home and staying there, where he’ll be safe.

However, everything goes wrong when a human unwittingly follows the zombies back from the town and crashes the party. Stiles, a free-spirited young man who has been wandering around the world, gets caught up in the festivities, disguising himself as a monster and hiding the fact that he’s a human from everyone at the party. However, when Stiles runs into Derek and something happens—they fall in love.

Stiles and Derek get along wonderfully, but as they grow closer, Robert grows more weary. He takes Stiles to a private room—covered in dust and shrouded in darkness. He leads Stiles over to a large portrait that hangs on the wall, the curtain pulled down enough to see the beautiful face of the young lady.

Stiles exclaims that he knows her: Lady Talia Hale. He says that he’d travelled to the castle where she had lived and had learnt about her story; she fell in love with a count and they lived in the castle, but one night, a fire started and the family died. He says that when he had been there, it felt as if a soul had been trapped there.

Robert tells him that he’s partially right. The fire wasn’t an accident: the villagers had started it as they tried to hunt down the count and his wife. The count and their child had escaped, but Talia had died.

He steps forward and tears the curtain down, revealing the other half of the portrait: a young man standing beside Talia, smiling. It’s Robert.

He explains that he built the hotel to keep his son safe, and that he has tried to keep Derek there in order to protect him. Stiles promises that things have changed, that monsters are no longer hunted and Derek would be safe if he left.

“Can you promise me that, if we were to go into the human world, everyone would accept us?” Robert asks.

Stiles, heartbroken but understanding Robert’s worry, says he cannot. He promises to leave, but Robert asks him to stay one last night so as not to ruin Derek’s birthday.

Derek’s party is a great success . But that all changes when Derek kisses Stiles; Robert overreacts, and in his outburst, inadvertently confesses to deceiving Derek with the town. Among the chaos, Stiles is revealed to be a human. The guests are outraged by the deceit at play, but Derek is undeterred and wants to be with Stiles. Stiles – out of respect for Robert – pretends to be revolted by Derek and rejects him before leaving the hotel.

Derek is heartbroken. Robert goes looking for his son, finding him sitting on the roof and cradling the present his mother from his mother. Robert tries to comfort his son, but Derek passes him the book, a story that Talia had written about how she and Robert fell in love. Derek admits that he fell in love with Stiles, but thinks Stiles didn’t love him back.

Robert realises that he was wrong; in trying to protect his son, he had only ended up hurting him.

He chases after Stiles, tracking him down and apologising for everything he’d done.

When Robert returns to the hotel, he returns with Stiles. Stiles admits that the feelings were mutual and that he fell in love with Derek too.

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finding magic at the old quarry

I walk down to the old quarry Taking many paths and one Trodden through stunted juniper and thorn Here over rock, there on fine sand The bay is still in shadow as I go down The morning ripples cool the skin To be abroad in the world on a day so fine!

A fishing boat slides across the bay over east Cormorants scud away, low to the water All is beautiful and strange The shore a table of rock wide and flat Little cairns and symbols carved A rectangle room, open to the sky Straight corners, steps, geometrically aligned Scrawled patterns, graffiti Profound, banal, poetic A worn-out dragon. A phallus. Poseidon’s three-pronged spear A monkey’s face, a pregnant female body People's names, initials with dates Somebody carves in stone they are The starlight of the other's path

This the nature of humanity To cast a human face On nature’s incomprehensibility Magic flames the spirit in man To make believe and to believe To become a Believer

O fabrications of the mind! You are indeed infinite! In number, in wisdom, also in worthlessness! How you manipulate to gain your aims! With scientific endeavours, magical formulations In concrete reality and smoky mirage For the further one reaches, inwards or out The deeper, the wider one sees The more the concrete crumbles As the sandstone where I sit turns so easily To the sand I leave behind me on the path

These marks in rock, these piles of stones Embodiments of awe and struggle To make of wonder and affinity felt A scheme, a code, a sacred truth To fix, to own, to share, belong Take care! The etched mark has potency Of binary valency Catalyst of the infinite Or a band of iron tightly locked around the skull The key mislaid, lost in time Therein lies the magic; this I will tell

But I, too, am The Believer I believe in the process of nature I believe in the power of the human mind What could be more magical than these? My spirit ignites in magic!

Copyright (c) Robert Hale 2019.

(Photo by the author.)

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Graham Montrose - Angel and the Nero - Robert Hale et Co. - 1971 (jacket design by Barbara Walton)

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Janet and Stewart Farrar - The Witches' Way - Robert Hale - 1986 (jacket photograh by Ian David)