#la cathédrale engloutie

[mediocre-ma-non-troppo]

my favorite expression markings in music

avec la liberté d'une chanson populaire/with the freedom of a popular song (claude debussy prelude no. 5, "les collines d'anacapri")

peu à peu sortant de la brume/little by little emerging from the mist (claude debussy prelude no. 10, "la cathédrale engloutie")

de manière à obtenir un creux/so as to obtain a hollowness (erik satie, gnossienne no. 3)

with simple tenderness (edward macdowell, to a wild rose)

velocissimo, con tutta forza/very fast, with all force (modest mussorgsky, pictures at an exhibition 1. gnomus)

si deve suonare tutto questo pezzo delicatissimamente e senza sordino/you must play this whole piece very delicately and without pedal (ludwig van beethoven, piano sonata no. 14, "moonlight")

[sissylittlefeather]

Introducing:

Vivian Choquette

A new OC for the upcoming fic Your Love's Been a Long Time Coming.

Headcannons:

- Born in 1940, she's 19 when she meets Elvis

- Her mother, Delphine, was French and she never knew her father. Her mother was a dancer and she married Vivian's stepfather, Roland Everett, an American officer, during WWII in 1945. Delphine passed away when Vivian was 14. Now, she lives with her stepfather where he's stationed in Germany.

- She speaks English and French fluently and knows how to communicate in German fairly well.

- She smokes, drinks, and cusses like a sailor, but there's an elegance and grace to her that seems to make everyone forget how crude she can be.

- She writes poetry in English and French and is obsessed with reading, specifically literary criticism, philosophy, poetry, and classic literature.

- She's also an actress, a singer, and plays the piano.

- Her aesthetic is romantic academia and her favorite colors are light pink and mint green.

- Her birthday is February 26th, making her a Pisces.

- She's an outgoing introvert, meaning she loves to work the room at a party, but she also needs time alone to recover from the interaction.

- Her first love was a boy in high school who wrote poetry and played the violin. He promised to marry her, took her virginity, and then disappeared.

- She's a hopeless romantic who is obsessed with all things related to love and the beauty of human connection. She thinks people are poetry and nature is spiritual.

- Her hair is dark brown, her eyes are deep blue, and she's 5'2" tall. Her build is petite and slender and her hands and feet are small and almost fairy-like.

- Despite her French blood, she prefers American food. Still, she herself cannot cook to save her life. She's been known to burn toast and struggle with boiling eggs.

- The other thing she cannot do is any kind of visual art. She can't paint, draw, or sculpt and finds it infinitely frustrating.

- She has a quick, short temper and will explode easily and then forget why she was mad ten minutes later. She also has a sense of melancholy about her and when she's in a mood can spend hours weeping over a sad song or poem.

- She loves music, but her exposure is fairly limited to classical and pop. Her favorite music is her mother's collection of Claude Debussy, specifically Clair de Lune and La Cathédrale Engloutie.

- All in all, she's like a summer thunderstorm, beautiful, chaotic, calming, and poetic all wrapped into one.

******

Stay tuned to meet her as Elvis does

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Taglist:

@ccab @aliypop @your-nanas-house @rjmartin11 @elvisfatass @tacozebra051

Let me know if you want to be tagged in her fic!

[sparklepocalypse]

What day is it? It's RWRB Emmy FYC Event Day! Er, I mean, Wednesday! Thanks to the spectacular @myheartalivewrites, @cha-melodius, @priincebutt, @duchessdepolignaca03, @thinkof-england for the tags!

I have written approximately four paragraphs since Sunday, and I'm dubious about the quality of every single one. Still, have another himbo!Alex snippet! Well, more than a snippet, less than a chonk. A chonklet?

Retrieving his tea, Henry settles on the bench and opens the piano’s fall board. He sets his cup on the end table, briefly massages his palms and knuckles, and then begins to play a warmup exercise, allowing his mind to float along the cadence of arpeggios and chords. He searches his memory for a piece that might suit a quiet, sunny morning. Debussy’s Préludes spring to mind, and soon, the tinkling melody of Book 1’s La fille aux cheveux de lin rises in the otherwise still room.  Henry finishes the piece and transitions into La cathédrale engloutie, closing his eyes. He leans into the second, grander motif, and the music swells, each chord resonating through the rafters. When Henry lifts his hands from the keys and places them in his lap a few brief minutes later, he starts at the sound of a throat clearing and twists on the piano bench to see who’s entered the sunroom. “Sorry,” Alex says sheepishly. “Didn’t mean to scare you.” He gives Henry an apologetic smile, his face bleary, his hair still sleep-rumpled. He’s barefoot, wearing soft-looking shorts and a tee shirt, and looks far younger than his years in the bright morning sun. “It’s fine,” Henry replies quickly. “I tend to get into it a bit.” He picks up his teacup and takes a bolstering sip. “How did you sleep? Was the room comfortable?” “Like a log,” Alex replies. He gestures at the piano. “How long have you been playing? I had no idea you even could.” Henry huffs a laugh. “Music is one of the genteel refinements expected of a prince, but it’s generally not advertised as such. I’ve been playing since I was four.” Alex whistles appreciatively. “Jesus, that’s some child prodigy shit,” he says, and Henry feels his cheeks flush at his words. “Do you enjoy it?” “I’d have given up at least a decade ago if I didn’t,” Henry replies with a shrug. Unlike some aspects of his upbringing, music is and has always been a sustaining force. “I actually came in to see if you wanted breakfast,” Alex admits after a beat. “Something tells me that cooking wasn’t one of those princely refinements.” The way he pronounces the words makes Henry snort in amusement. “It’s rude to stereotype,” Henry says dryly. “That’s not a no,” Alex points out, matching Henry’s tone. 

Y'all know the drill by now -- my tag is always open. Still, I'm gonna cold call @orchidscript, @happiness-of-the-pursuit, @hgejfmw-hgejhsf, @kiwiana-writes, and @anincompletelist today. 🥰

[llovelymoonn]

hiya!! i love your blog! could i request a web weave about music if you havent done one already?

callie siskel mourner's logic \\ chopin nocturne op. no. 9 in e-flat major \\ valzyhna mort in jennifer lee tsai's interview with valzhyna mort \\ satie gnossienne no. 1 \\ brian wilson i am brian wilson \\ sarah hopkins past life melodies \\ wilkie collins the woman in white \\ shuntaro tanikawa (via @morbidmusingsblog) \\ debussy la cathédrale engloutie [the sunken cathedral] \\ @magentagalaxies \\ penderecki threnody for the victims of hiroshima \\ description of arvo pärt's spiegel im spiegel \\ arvo pärt für alina \\ arvo pärt \\ stephen bertman handbook to life in ancient mesopotamia (via @syringavulgaris)

kofi

[keilahseverin]

Spell your URL: keilahseverin

Spell out your URL using song titles that can describe your muse, then tag as many people as there are letters in your URL!

Tagged by @humblemooncat and @bananarose yessss 2x tags means 2x effort let's goooo

My URL = one of my WOL's name because I am so very creative haha.

This was HARD, but uhhh I made it hard on myself. I approached this a little differently from the description above and built a "soundtrack" based on Keilah's story. I had several criteria for picking songs here:

Can't pick two songs from the same band or source.

The lyrics of the song, if any, have to be relevant to Keilah's personality or life somehow.

The overall vibe of the song has to fit Keilah.

No FFXIV OST, that would be too easy (but other FF titles were fair game... even though none of them made the cut, lul).

I think the criteria worked, because I was able to fish around in my library and memory for a collection of songs that I think represents Keilah well in many different ways! (Plus, new story brainworms moved in how about that??)

If you decide to do this challenge, I encourage you to find a fun way to represent your muse that makes sense for you! Song titles, songs from OSTs only, whatever :)

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Here is the soundtrack:

K - Kid A, Radiohead - I slip away, I slipped on a little white lie

E - E. Is Stable, Menomena - Coldness sets in like fingernails raked across the door

I - I Walked, Sufjan Stevens - I would not have run off, but I couldn't bear that it's me, it's my fault

L - La cathédrale engloutie (The Sunken Cathedral), Debussy - The slow, quiet buildup conjuring images of a drowned cathedral slowly emerging from the sea... only for the waves to roll back in, engulfing the cathedral, as they ever have. I can't help but picture Keilah's big discoveries about her own past taking place during this song. Okay and maybe I cheated a little using the French version of the name "But Keilah there is also an S in your name" Yes shhh quiet it's okay shhhhh.

A - Area Zero, multiple composers/arrangers (Pokémon Scarlet & Violet OST) [potential Pokémon SV late-game spoiler!]- The mysterious feel of this track-- like you're stumbling upon knowledge you shouldn't be witness to-- fits well with Keilah's personal journey.

H - Hand in my Pocket, Alanis Morissette - I'm sad, but I'm laughing. I'm brave, but I'm chicken shit. I'm sick, but I'm pretty, baby

S - Sacrifice, The Weeknd - Every time you try to fix me, I know you'll never find that missing piece

E - Emil (Sacrifice), Keiichi Okabe (Nier Replicant 1.22... OST) - "There are as many ways to view the world as there are people in it."

V - Valley of Calm Trees, Klaxons - While passing through the clouds of diamond dust as two mock suns arise beside our one, the sun-dogs guide the way towards the east and set behind the valley of calm trees

E - Exit This Earth's Atomosphere, Camellia - keilahbossfight.mp3

R - Recover, Chvrches - And if I recover, will you be my comfort? Or it can be over. Or we can just leave it here

I - Invincible, Muse - Don't give up the fight. You will be alright, 'cause there's no one like you in the universe

N - No One Knows, Queens of the Stone Age - I drift along the ocean, dead lifeboat in the sun, and come undone

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Tagging 13 people here we go, 0 pressure to do this especially if it's not your thing, more of an FYI hi this might be cool if you want: @archaiclumina @miqomonkly @gobbie-boom @ravendas-xiv @ishgardmuffin @umbralaether @irisopranta @emetkoto @arinaxiv @emc2beans @protection-and-pleasure @whimsyxiv @wingedasarath and of course anyone else that stumbles upon this and wants to try!

Feel free to do this with your character's name instead, whatever floats your boat really heh heh.

[europeansculpture]

Rik Poot (1924-2006) - La cathédrale engloutie, ca. 1968

[lepartiprisdeschoses]

La cathédrale engloutie wouldn't sound out of place in Minecraft.

[0nthebalcony]

Ithell Colquhoun 1906 - 1988

La cathédrale engloutie

1950

Oil on canvas

H 130.1 x W 194.8 cm

RAW (Rediscovering Art by Women)

© the artist's estate. Photo credit: Rediscovering Art by Women

[wickershells]

Sitting in the cloudlight listenin to la cathédrale engloutie...... a city engulfed first and foremost in myth and secondly in water...... church bells chiming through all the annals of history preserved in memory and in music and. I feel alive & pelted with waves. The sea as a death shroud and also a ceremonial one. Something lost as something sinking and (re)surfacing. Hi

[joseph-hogan]

FLORENCE CATS

Ys

Edições CN DL/MC

«The debut album from Belgian composer and artist Florence Cats opens with Sunken Cathedral, an intimate interpretation of Claude Debussy’s piano prelude La Cathédrale Engloutie.  As the opening notes leave the piano, it’s not the instrument’s reverberations nor Debussy’s allusive motifs that take the spotlight. Instead, attention is drawn to the rawness of the recording, the ambience of Cats’s room and the noises of her clothes. Through sections of gently ascending chords and stabs evocative of church bells, the composer and performer’s artistic voices exist on equal footing, one embracing the other. The brushing of fingers over piano keys, the resounding cluck of pedals, the rhythm of breathing and soft vocalisations become integral parts of the composition, woven into an understated lo-fi aesthetic that stands in juxtaposition with Debussy’s impressions of imposing spaces.

Cats’s penchant for absorbing moods and environmental noise into music is even more prominent on the remaining pieces. On Fall Call her DIY theremin responds to a passing thunderstorm by belching a sub-bass rumble that rises into the sound of a stuttering engine and jet-like sweeps. Then, a phone rings, perhaps on purpose.

Meanwhile, the closing Drop Out would be a pristine forest field recording, if not for Cats’s wistful, absent-minded humming that lands like a leaf among crackling trees and chirping birds to complete a sonically disparate but conceptually and emotionally resounding album.»

ANTONIO POSCIC  

TheWire - Adventures in Sound and Music Magazine (march 2023)

TheWire

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[joostjongepier]

Wat?   Quelque chose du coeur (1965?) en Quelque chose du choeur pour Irène et Scut (1965) door Jane Graverol, La Première Leçon door Rachel Baes (1951), Medus Grown Old (1947) door Manon Adams, La Cathédrale engloutie (1952) door Ithell Colquhoun, Maîtresse (1995) door Mimi Parent en Le Père (1932) en Autoportrait avec Marcel Moore et un chat (1930) door Claude Cahun

Waar?   Tentoonstelling Surréalisme au féminin? In Musée Montmartre, parijs

Wanneer?   30 juli 2023

Toen het Centraal Museum in Utrecht in 2020 een tentoonstelling wijdde aan de Utrechtse surrealist Joop Moesman, werd daar ook veel aandacht besteed aan vrouwelijke surrealisten. Ook op de tentoonstelling Surrealism beyond borders in 2022 in het Tate Modern in Londen kwamen de vrouwelijke kunstenaars in het surrealisme nadrukkelijk aan de orde. Nu wijdt het Musée de Montmartre een tentoonstelling specifiek aan vrouwelijke surrealisten. Bij binnenkomst is er een muur met namen. Een aantal daarvan zijn bekend: Lee Miller, Dora Maar, Maret Oppenheim, Leonora Carrington, Leonor Fini, Dorothea Tanning en Claude Cahun. Maar er staan ook een hoop namen op de muur die me niets zeggen.

Eén zo’n onbekende naam is Jane Graverol. Twee integrerende kleine werkjes tonen een mond achter een raster. De schilderijtjes bieden volop stof tot interpretatie. Dat daarbij de rol van de vrouw en van de vrouwelijke kunstenaar ter discussie staat, lijkt voor de hand te liggen. Graverol is een Belgische kunstenares die door René Magritte werd aangemoedigd haar werk tentoon te stellen.

La première Leçon is ook een schilderij waar de plaats van de vrouw ter discussie lijkt te staan. Een meisje in een popperig blauw jurkje met kant staat met haar rug naar ons toe. Haar handen op haar rug geketend.

Ook van Manon Adams had ik nog nooit gehoord. Haar Medusa Grown Old is een interessant werk. Het kwam tot stand na een ongelukje in de studio van de kunstenaar, waarbij een Afrikaans beeldje omviel en terechtkwam op een tekening van een eikenboom. Dit samengaan van twee beelden zette Adams ertoe aan om deze zwarte Medusa te creëren. De slangen uit haar hoofd zijn vervangen door dode takken.

Van Ithell Colquhoun, geboren in India maar opgegroeid in het Verenigd koninkrijk, hangen op de tentoonstelling enkele grote werken. Opvallend is La Cathédrale engloutic. Colquhoun distantieerde zich al snel van de Engelse surrealisten, maar onderhield wel contact met de Franse surrealist André Breton. Ze hadden een gemeenschappelijke interesse in occulte en esoterische zaken. Wellicht heeft de (overigens ten onrechte) lang veronderstelde link van de druïden met Stonehenge te maken met dit schilderij. De grote opgerichte stenen doen beslist aan het Engelse monument Stonehenge denken. De stenen samen vormen een lemniscaat, teken van oneindigheid. Het eiland roept associaties op met het vrouwelijk lichaam. Is het een borst?

Op de tentoonstelling in het Centraal Museum in Utrecht, die ik in het begin van dit stukje noemde, werd aangekaart dat het surrealisme soms SM-achtige trekken vertoonde. Dat komt hier in Montmartre tot uiting in een werk van Mimi Parent: Maîtresse.  Een zweepje heeft, in plaats van leren riempjes, twee haarvlechten. Beide betekenissen van maîtresse (meesteres en minnares) worden zo in één beeld samengebracht.

Tot slot nog aandacht voor een naam die me wél bekend was voor deze tentoonstelling. Ik kwam haar al meerdere keren tegen op tentoonstellingen. Voor zover ik het woord ‘haar’ hier mag gebruiken, want ze speelde nogal met genderidentiteiten, waardoor haar werk nu zeer actueel is. Haar (aangenomen mannelijke) naam: Claude Cahun. Een fascinerend werk is Le père. We zien een collage van voorwerpen op het strand die samen een menselijke figuur vormen. Op de plaats van het hart is iets (elektriciteitsdraad?) in het ‘lichaam’ geboord, als was het een mes. Als we de titel in aanmerking nemen, lijken we te kijken naar een symbolische moord op haar vader.

Interessant van haar hand is ook Autoportrait avec Marcel Moore et un chat. Marcel Moore was de aangenomen (eveneens mannelijke) naam van haar stiefzus en levenspartner. We zien hier een goed voorbeeld van hoe Cahun omgaat met genderidentiteiten.

[radiophd]

naked city -- la cathédrale engloutie

[jeanetjeannepatin]

Mercredi 6 juillet 2022 à 19H, nous allons retrouver aujourd’hui, un deuxième chapitre de Colas Breugnon de Romain Rolland, intitulé La mort de la vieille. La lecture, comme celle du premier chapitre, est assurée par Jean-Christophe qui a choisi les musiques et qui a supervisé le montage. Le résultat est toujours une émission très différente de celles que vous écoutez habituellement car guidé par une logique et une érudition musicale très différente des nôtres. Il faut remarquer que les extraits musicaux choisis par Jean-Christophe échappe à la logique immédiate de l'illustration. Vous verrez le texte est très prenant avec un parallèle entre la mort de la grand-mère et la maladie de sa petite fille. Cette émission est diffusée en hertzien, Toulouse : 106.8 Mhz ou en streaming https://www.radioradiotoulouse.net/ et pour tout le reste du temps sur les podcasts de mixcloud.

Programmation musicale : 1) Symphonie n° 6 Pastorale (Ludwig van Beethoven) par le Chamber orchestra of Europe dirigé par Nikolaus Harnoncourt, extraits du 1er mouvement et du 4ème mouvement 2) Parfaitement parce que (Philippe Léotard) 3) La jeune fille et la mort (Franz Schubert) par le Quatuor Amadeus, extrait de l'andante 4) La cathédrale engloutie (Claude Debussy) par Jean-Efflam Bavouzet 5) Je crois (Claude Nougaro) 6) Une larme (Moussorsky) par Maria Rudina 7) Quatuor pour la fin des temps (Olivier Messiaen) par l'Ensemble Walter Boeykens, extrait de la partie VIII : Louange à l'immortalité de Jésus 8) J'aimerais tant savoir (Bernard Dimey) par Jehan + Chapitre : La mort de la vieille tiré de Colas Breugnon (Romain Rolland)

Pour ceux qui auraient piscine indienne, ou toute autre obligation, il y a une possibilité de rattrapage avec les podcasts de la PBF : https://www.mixcloud.com/RadioRadioToulouse/la-mort-de-la-vieille-la-petite-boutique-fantasque/

Allons-y gaiement et sans mollir et sus aux Béotiens !

[schasem]