Read the Poem. Musée des Beaux Arts. by W.H. Auden. About suffering they were never wrong, The old Masters: how well they understood. Its human position. Auden’s Musée des Beaux Arts. By Scott Horton. Share. Single Page. Print Page. brueghel-census. About suffering they were never wrong. Musee des Beaux Arts is a poem that focuses on human suffering, tragedy and pain by contrasting the lives of those who suffer and those who.
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Enter your new information and click on Save My Changes. Subscribers can find additional help here. About suffering they were never wrong, The Old Masters: In Decemberon a visit to Brussels, W. It was a tense time in Belgium and the world. Madness was afoot in Europe, and many, including Auden, sensed the imminent outbreak of a great conflagration.
The ses that had existed in Europe up to that moment would perish and a new one would be born. Some elements of the past would be salvaged, of course. Some aspects of European culture have a knack for surviving conflagrations. So what, exactly, is W. Early in the spring, I was in Brussels, and I stole some time from my schedule to go to the museum, bequx to see this painting.
It requires being scrutinized up close, in that red-walled room in the center of Brussels. And it rewards those who take the time to look and ponder. Brueghel is a wonder, a man of highly idiosyncratic talents. His contemporaries beauz the Audem were producing figures filled with mythological allegories, men in heroic poses with impressive musculature; women with voluptuous and seductive bodies.
They are clad only with so much cloth as the rules of modesty commanded, if even that. The figures seem superdimensional, as if they were deities or demigods of the classical age. Brueghel we know ded to Italy to view these works, but what is there to show for it in his art? He is driven by a different passion, namely to show his life and society as it actually is.
His glance is unforgiving.
Musée des Beaux Arts (poem)
He catalogues what stands about him—the merchants, the children, men and women of common society. They lead quiet, simple, suffering lives. They are not arrayed in brilliant damask, but in coarse wool and fustian.
They seek out simple pleasures, though these are brief respites in a life filled with cold, disease and deprivation. As Brueghel writes, his homeland suffers under the boot of foreign oppression. Suspicions of heresy drive brutality, beatings, murders, executions. Whole villages are razed.
Brueghel chronicles this suffering, and the commitment of his people to persevere in bwaux face of it—indeed to house one of the great outpourings of artistic creativity that European culture had known to that point.
Analysis of Poem “Musee des Beaux Arts” by W.H.Auden
But which sends us today the stronger message of honesty and humanity? Which is essentially a time capsule about his age? Certainly it is Brueghel.
But the work has to be taken in as a panorama first, for its total impact, then deconstructed to its elements. The first thing that strikes the viewer is the extraordinary bright white in the picture. It provides a powerful contrast for the people, the buildings, the animals that populate the painting, and for the hazy winter sky with the mysterious red-orange setting sun on the horizon. Then colors pop out of the bleak winter scene. There is a stream of color flowing across the canvas in the clothing of the subjects—an unusual scarlet, a rich green, a warm ochre.
But is this painting really a religious work? Other artists portraying the dangerous trip by Joseph and Mary to Bethlehem for the census show the nativity itself, focusing on the adoration of the Christ child or the wondrous visit of the Magi. One could almost overlook that aspect of the painting. Indeed, it is not of the Holy Land, but of a village in Flanders, filled with the life and scenes that Brueghel knew so well.
Children play on a frozen stream. A butcher prepared to slaughter a hog, furnishing the meat that the census-taker will offer to those who subscribe.
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That house bears an official seal near its door: Or could it not be both at the same time? But there in the center of the painting is Mary, and a short distance ahead of her, Joseph. The villagers are, all of them, busy about their affairs.
None seems to stop to notice the arrival of the Holy Family; their focus is elsewhere. Brueghel is driven by irony. In fact they are consumed by their quotidian lives, they anticipate nothing. But this is the special genius of Brueghel—he casts a sharp eye on the life of a village. And in everything he sees the misery and harshness of human existence, but also the potential for something better.
His images are remarkably precise, they are unforgiving, they seem quickly executed. But there is always something of the spirit of the moment and of the person captured in them.
Can we really say that about the carefully staged graciousness of the Renaissance masters of Italy?
Brueghel disregards the rules of form that the church would have him obey: The divine status of the Virgin Mary should be signaled. But for Brueghel, the Holy Family baeux marked by its normalcy; they are a part of the village scene. The activities of the village swirl about them, not sensitive to the miracle about to unfold.
And so, in Decemberdoes Auden, in a gallery in Brussels. And as the season of Advent commences anew with a promise of hope but dreary news in the headlines, I wish my readers a bit of warmth from the mysterious flame that lights this bleak wintery landscape. The donna eletta is, ds course, the Virgin Mary.
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