Sunday, December 31, 2017

Indulj el


Indulj el egy utón (Start out on one road) is a Hungarian folk song that is Moldavian in origin. The YouTube video gives the lyrics and translation which I've edited slightly below. We've seen this song before in an updated version from the wonderful, but no longer extant group Fókatelep (whose name means Seal Colony), but the version above by Alexander Horsch with Gyöngyös band (and featuring beautiful folk-inspired artwork, mostly by Los Angeles based artist Sarajo Frieden) has an ancient melancholic flavor that suits the day.

Kimegyek az útra, lenézek az úton Látom édesemet, ő es lát engemet Akarom szólitni, szánom búsítani úgyis megszólítom egy szóval kettővel Ne menj el édesem ne hagyj el engemet sír a szívem érted maj' meghalok érted Vékony a pókháló az is megtart engem csak egy hajszálon is hozzád ránthatsz engem Te túl, rózsám, te túl a világ erdején, De én jóval innet, bánatnak mezején, Indulj el egy úton, én is egy másikon, Hol egymást találjuk, egymásnak se szóljunk Aki minket meglát, mit fog az mondani, Azt fogja gondolni, idegenek vagyunk. Idegenek vagyunk, szeretetet tartunk, Ahol összegyűlünk, ketten szeretkezünk. Idegenek vagyunk, szeretetet tartunk, Ahol összegyűlünk, ketten szeretkezünk.  
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I go out on the road, I look down along the way I see my sweetheart, and he also sees me. I want to hold him, to stay with him I'm going to hold him anyway with one word or two. Don't go my sweetheart, don't leave me, My heart is crying for you, I almost die for you. The spiderweb is thin, yet it can hold me You can pull me towards you with even a single hair. You are over there, my rose, You are over the forests of the world But I am here, on the field of sorrow. Start out on one road, I'll take the other one. Where we find each other, we won't say a word to each other. Those who see us what would they say? They are going to think that we are strangers.

We are strangers, we keep love
Where we gather together we make love.

We are strangers, we keep love
Where we gather together we make love.


Thursday, December 21, 2017

Arvo Pärt: Te Deum

Arvo Pärt composed this music in 1984 to the words of the Latin hymn, also known as The Ambrosian Hymn after St Ambrose who was supposed to have written it in 387 to commemorate the baptism of St Augustine, although it has more recently been attributed to their near contemporary, the Bishop of Remesiana, Nicetas.  

An Estonian Lutheran by birth and living under a Soviet rule uneasy with individual expression in art or in religion, Pärt converted to Russian Orthodoxy in his 40s and soon after emigrated first to Austria, then Germany.  He has since returned to Estonia.   His music tends to be an expression of his faith, and is an exception to the trend in religious music in these latter days in that it is actually beautiful, profoundly conceived and felt, and emotionally involving to the point of inspiring awe, even in an atheist's heart.  Nowhere is this more evident than in Te Deum, performed here at the Church of St Nicholas in Tallin in 1999 by the Estonian Philharmonic Chamber Choir and Tallin Chamber Orchestra under the direction of conductor, Tõnu Kaljuste, all of whom made the definitive recording of the piece in 1993 (Note: You need an investment of about 30 minutes to enjoy this.  There isn't much that can't wait.)

Part I:

Part II:

Part III:



Per Wikipedia, the text in Latin is as follows:

Te Deum laudámus: te Dominum confitémur.
Te ætérnum Patrem omnis terra venerátur.
Tibi omnes Angeli; tibi cæli et univérsae potestátes.
Tibi Chérubim et Séraphim incessábili voce proclámant:
Sanctus, Sanctus, Sanctus, Dóminus Deus Sábaoth.
Pleni sunt cæli et terra majestátis glóriæ tuæ.
Te gloriósus Apostolórum chorus;
Te Prophetárum laudábilis númerus;
Te Mártyrum candidátus laudat exércitus.
Te per orbem terrárum sancta confitétur Ecclésia:
Patrem imménsæ majestátis;
Venerándum tuum verum et únicum Fílium;
Sanctum quoque Paráclitum Spíritum.
Tu Rex glóriæ, Christe.
Tu Patris sempitérnus es Fílius.
Tu ad liberándum susceptúrus hóminem, non horruísti Vírginis úterum.
Tu, devícto mortis acúleo,
    aperuísti credéntibus regna cælórum.
Tu ad déxteram Dei sedes, in glória Patris.
Judex créderis esse ventúrus.
Te ergo quǽsumus, tuis fámulis súbveni,
    quos pretióso sánguine redemísti.
Ætérna fac cum sanctis tuis in glória numerári.

[added later, mainly from Psalm verses:]
Salvum fac pópulum tuum, Dómine, et bénedic hæreditáti tuæ.
Et rege eos, et extólle illos usque in ætérnum.
Per síngulos dies benedícimus te.
Et laudámus nomen tuum in sǽculum, et in sǽculum sǽculi.
Dignáre, Dómine, die isto sine peccáto nos custodíre.
Miserére nostri, Dómine, miserére nostri.
Fiat misericórdia tua, Dómine, super nos, quemádmodum sperávimus in te.
In te, Dómine, sperávi: non confúndar in ætérnum.

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Translation (from the Common Book of Prayer, also via Wikipedia):

We praise thee, O God : we acknowledge thee to be the Lord.
All the earth doth worship thee : the Father everlasting.
To thee all Angels cry aloud : the Heavens, and all the Powers therein.
To thee Cherubim and Seraphim : continually do cry,
Holy, Holy, Holy : Lord God of Hosts;
Heaven and earth are full of the Majesty : of thy glory.
The glorious company of the Apostles : praise thee.
The goodly fellowship of the Prophets : praise thee.
The noble army of Martyrs : praise thee.
The holy Church throughout all the world : doth acknowledge thee;
The Father : of an infinite Majesty;
Thine honourable, true : and only Son;
Also the Holy Ghost : the Comforter.
Thou art the King of Glory : O Christ.
Thou art the everlasting Son : of the Father.
When thou tookest upon thee to deliver man : thou didst not abhor the Virgin's womb.
When thou hadst overcome the sharpness of death :
    thou didst open the Kingdom of Heaven to all believers.
Thou sittest at the right hand of God : in the glory of the Father.
We believe that thou shalt come : to be our Judge.
We therefore pray thee, help thy servants :
    whom thou hast redeemed with thy precious blood.
Make them to be numbered with thy Saints : in glory everlasting.

[added later, mainly from Psalm verses:]
O Lord, save thy people : and bless thine heritage.
Govern them : and lift them up for ever.
Day by day : we magnify thee;
And we worship thy Name : ever world without end.
Vouchsafe, O Lord : to keep us this day without sin.
O Lord, have mercy upon us : have mercy upon us.
O Lord, let thy mercy lighten upon us : as our trust is in thee.
O Lord, in thee have I trusted : let me never be confounded.


Friday, December 8, 2017

A Fine Frenzy

When political propagandist and Fox News entrepreneur Roger Ailes' career came crashing ignominiously to earth in July 2016 in a blaze of sexual harassment allegations and a law suit from no fewer than 10 women involving not less than $45 million in settlements, no one rushed more quickly to impugn the motives and integrity of his many accusers (when the legal gags on the women were in place) than ostentatious Catholic Bill O'Reilly.  Eight months later, O'Reilly himself was out of his long time gig on Ailes' former network, himself accused of sexual harassment by at least 6 women , on a list that overlaps in part with Ailes'.  <Pause to shudder violently for the poor women>.  Almost as repayment for O'Reilly's earlier service to him, Roger Ailes, now living comfortably off his severence in forced retirement, seized headlines again by dropping dead days later at 77.

Later in the year, in the wake of an onslaught of outings of behaviors ranging from creepy to pathological to criminal involving Harvey Weinstein, Kevin Spacey, Dustin Hoffman, Louis CK, Alabama Senate candidate Roy Moore, Al Franken, Pixar Chief John Lasseter, and Charlie Rose for starters (leaving aside for the moment the lurking, grabbing alleged rapist-in-chief), pioneering power tripping pervert O'Reilly had to pause from promoting the latest in his series of low-cal fanciful histories in an interview on the Today Show with Matt Lauer to discuss the allegations that had felled him, explaining that in spite of the widely-known reason for his dismissal he had received "not one complaint" against him in 42 years of harassment.  (If you doubt that multi-million dollar payouts to accusers for signing of non-disclosure agreements, including $32 million to Lis Wiehl alone, challenge Bill O'Reilly's comment to Lauer that he'd never received one complaint, turn on your between-the-lines radar and watch this conversation between former O'Reilly colleagues Janet Huddy and Megyn Kelly.  Some details of the accusations that prompted O'Reilly's settlement are here.)

Although Lauer did not pull many punches in the O'Reilly interview, it's interesting to contemplate what was going on in his mind if anything other than compartmentalization in a scenario that must be playing out in other guilty or self-deluding minds across many industries, for within short weeks after his O'Reilly interview, the clean cut Lauer himself was abruptly dismissed on multiple credible allegations of sexual misconduct at NBC.   The following day, Lauer received support from none other than Geraldo Rivera via tweet - the same Geraldo who postulated to Sean Hannity that Harvey Weinstein's accusers might have been motivated by career ambitions; predictably, by the end of the week, Rivera too was exposed anew for his own "unseemly" misdeeds.

This 6 degrees of separation timeline has been brought to you courtesy of a prevailing mood of doneness with acquiescence to the grabby whims of very badly behaved people, cascading outward from the women for whom it is and has always been an all too familiar tale and gripping the whole culture -- certainly those with ears to hear and eyes to see.  The alleged perpetrators come in "all varieties" -- if you like white, rich, male and powerful.  The reports keep coming.  Rebecca Traister of New York Magazine offers particularly salient insight into the apparent materialization out of thin air this year of a long and growing list of names and more importantly the shaping forces behind who makes the list and when:
Here is something you should know, from inside a publication: For every one of these stories of harassment and predation finally seeing the light of day, reporters are hearing dozens more that will not be published, because women won’t go on the record in an industry still run by the people they want to name, or because the men in question aren’t powerful enough to interest those who are powerful enough to decide what has news value, or because the damage these men are alleged to have done seems insignificant on a scale that has recently been drawn to accommodate the trespasses of Harvey Weinstein, and of writer-director James Toback, named by more than 300 women (whose accounts he denies).
Traister's essay is especially sharp in drawing a connection between the shameful treatment of women in the flesh and the shameless promotion of agendas advancing the cause of rich white powerful men like themselves:
Then, of course, there are Roger Ailes and Bill O’Reilly, men whose work to bolster the white-male power structure was always direct. Through Fox News, they worked to promote a Republican Party bent on reinforcing the power imbalances that left men like them in charge of television networks and as anchors of television shows, and so powerful and so rich that years of complaints of direct harassment and abuse could land, get muffled, or be settled and paid off with barely a hitch. That both men finally lost their jobs, and that Ailes is now dead, offers little relief; the party and candidate they labored to create and sell to America are now in power.
There's an especially satisfying justice in having these two men in particular who made careers out of the  dubious project of duping unsophisticated rubes into complicity in their own oppression, being called out for and falling flat on their faces just for being flat out creeps.  There's a world of them left standing for the moment where those two were, but also a thirst for justice that is barely slaking.  As Traister puts it:
This tsunami of stories doesn’t just reveal the way that men have grabbed and rubbed and punished and shamed women; it shows us that they did it all while building the very world in which we still have to live.
Is a propensity to sexually harrass women just an unfortunate characteristic coincidentally shared by so many of the otherwise gifted and generous men who shape our society?  Or is it the case, as is becoming more evident, that the utterly poor quality of our current state can be directly attributed to the same poor character of the cadre of men who have been assuming power since time immemorial--the very character defect that also accounts for their entitlement with women? Indeed all the while the list of outed sex offenders in power grows, we are daily reminded of what happens when bad little boys are in charge.  Only our kind is allowed in.  If you can pay for it, it's yours even if 'it' is the oppression of others. If you can kill it, you can own it. If you can grab it, take it. If it feels good, try and stop me from doing it. Why grapple with nuance when force will do?  The accelerated pace of exposure of offenders has happened in parallel with a frenetic burst of grabby unpopular unsolicited decrees and legislation.

If the obvious correlation between sex offence and sociopathological policy making is not merely coincidental, is there a glimmer of hope to be gleaned from current proceedings?  To more immediate concerns, will the President-- as fetid and festering an example of the slime we're talking about as can be imagined-- succumb from taking liberties with his office and the American people, or will he be done in by his propensity to take liberties with women?  Will he alone get off, or will we?

Sunday, December 3, 2017

Run that by me again

A bookish young girl, 'Molly',  is interrupted from her homework of a rainy evening to take out the trash.  The annoyance gets her creative juices flowing and inspires her to devise an automated process for the chore: conveyance by clothes line of the bag to the trash can.  Her success with this inspires her to devise other automations -- for cleaning the goldfish bowl,  making the bed, dusting the floor, mowing the lawn, selling girl scout cookies, and ultimately even for an elaborate ruse to make it appear she's paying attention in biology class when she's actually devising more inventions. The punchline: from this humble origin of applied cleverness, Molly has grown up to be an innovative developer of Robotics for GE.   And cut.  So goes GE's latest corporate PR campaign, another in a series that ostensibly advertises the company's laudable commitment to providing careers for women engineers.


The first thing I noticed was the cheesy but compelling Michel LeGrand score.  It leant a kind of zany energy to the proceedings which on one viewing were both amusing and empowering.  The second was the style of the filmmaking -- somewhat busy and breathless, while managing to be enigmatic and whimsical.  You can't help but be charmed by the whirlwind progress of this wonder girl.  Brava, Molly!  Bravo, GE!

It's the rare commercial you actually look forward to seeing again.  At first.  But after repeated viewings, little moments of troubling doubt start to creep in.  For me the first was the self-propelled lawn mower tethered to a pole.  Hadn't I seen that schtick before?  No matter, Molly surely hadn't!  But wait, was the pole already there in the middle of the yard?  Ok, let's say it was.  Good on you, Molly for adapting the existing infrastructure.  But are you telling me Dad really did not notice that the corners of the yard didn't get done?  And while we're examining things, the insight that sets the whole thing in motion-- that a clothes line can be used as a conveyance for objects-- solves only the most trivial aspect of the garbage bag to trash can problem.  How does the clothes line device retrieve and attach the garbage bag, open the trash can, release the bag and seal up the can again?   And was it really easier to set up a contraption that brings cookies to the cardboard kiosk on the sidewalk than to sit out there at a cookie stand with a book herself?  And hold on, when did she get the opportunity to set up her page turning ruse in class?

While the girl inventor scenes are contrived and fanciful and take more shortcuts with narrative than Molly herself with her chores, let's make an allowance for them as the stylish and stylized origin story of adult Molly, the GE engineer.  There's nothing contrived about the payoff, right?  But actually the ending of the commercial is as far-fetched as the beginning.  In what workplace would someone be given the time, freedom and resources to develop a robotic inspection system and deploy it by herself without the foreknowledge of her boss.  In what world would the boss's reaction be, "That's amazing, Molly." and not "Who the hell gave you permission to create an inspection robot, Molly?  What budget did this come out of?"  And whose jobs are being taken away by this invention?  How will they get along in this new world that doesn't need their services?  And who benefits?  And, what the hell is that thing that's being inspected anyway?  Is Molly a cool genius, or is she just a clever and educated stooge, another trained monkey of the military industrial complex?

Ok thank you, I can now go back to hating GE.