Sunday 12 January 2020

Occupation . . . Baghdad . . . Paris . . . Plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose* . . .

  Dateline 1942:
‘In Hôtel Ampurias there is a respectably-sized arsenal of instruments for extracting information,’ Régine was warned on her first arrival in Paris. The place was said to echo with screams of a horrible significance.
  Locals called the street the Rue des Phalangistes, he’d added.
  The door Régine next entered had the Generalleutnant’s nameplate on it.  
  A pleasant room with unpleasant uses, was Régine’s first thought.
  The elegant suite the general had chosen to occupy, with its magnificent gilded panels and cornices, marbled pillars and rich velvet, gold-tasselled drapes – an apartment that was never designed for a brigand chief – told the truth about him because of its lie. (Régine remembered tales of the Franco-Prussian War and of the fallen city and of imperial chaises longues chopped up for firewood by the marauding homo teutonicus.) 

From The Lost Hour – A Memoir of a Trauma
by Catherine Eisner 2016

  Dateline Paris 1942
Régine stared blankly at the figure seated at the general’s campaign desk
then read the name chalked on the roster board behind him :
Oberleutnant Reinhard von HeitmannThe young aide-de-camp, half hidden
by a card-index holder and dossiers of suspects, rose and removed a
file from the stack. Régine saw von Heitmann withdraw her identity card.

  Dateline Paris 1870
Anton von Werner’s 1894 painting Im Etappenquartier vor Paris
(A Billet outside Paris) at the Alte Nationalgalerie, Berlin.
The painting depicts German troops occupying the Château de Brunoy
outside Paris on October 24, 1870 during the Franco-Prussian War.
  Dateline Baghdad 2003 
U.S. Army Staff Sgt. Chad Touchett, centre, relaxes with comrades
from A Company, 3rd Battalion, 7th Infantry Regiment,
on April 7, 2003, after searching one of Saddam Hussein’s
palaces damaged by bombs in Baghdad.
( Photo: John Moore / AP )
















  *The more things change, the more they stay the same.

Sunday 29 December 2019

Juvenilia . . . A Teenage Notebook . . .


A grief ago*

A grief ago
the fire burned itself out
where this small dog now
dares to paw the ashes.
I shall not shout
at one too meagre
to tempt my
 injustices.




In the Manner of Walter Savage Landor.

  O prosper not the past
that we may eat upon
a harvest lost, laid waste
    by our own carrion.**



*A coherent line from a word-salad-poem by Dylan Thomas.

** A reference to overpopulated London and the Thames, polluted since the early 19th Century.
The prince destined to be King Henry IX died, aged 18, from typhoid fever from a swim in the Thames
near Richmond in October 1612.

Tuesday 19 November 2019

Invictus . . . Mother Courage . . .

          My shoe is old ; its story’s told,
          whatever shall I do?
          There’s no foothold ; the world is cold,
          I’ll walk without my shoe.


See also . . .
Grim Secrets of Room 101 which traces the horrors of the Ministry of Truth to their source in the works of the Hungarian,  George Tabori, whose autobiographical My Mother’s Courage records how his mother escaped the deportation of 4000 Jews from Budapest to Auschwitz in July 1944. (Tabori was a Brecht expert and author of The Brecht File.) 
http://catherineeisnerfrance.blogspot.com/2018/06/grim-secrets-of-room-101-is-it-time-to.html
See also a student of Brecht, Horst Bienek . . .
http://catherineeisnerfrance.blogspot.com/2013/04/immured-mustard-field-found.html

Catherine Eisner believes passionately in plot-driven suspense fiction, a devotion to literary craft that draws on studies in psychoanalytical criminology and psychoactive pharmacology to explore the dark side of motivation, and ignite plot twists with unexpected outcomes. Within these disciplines Eisner’s fictions seek to explore variant literary forms derived from psychotherapy and criminology to trace the traumas of characters in extremis. Compulsive recurring sub-themes in her narratives examine sibling rivalry, rivalrous cousinhood, pathological imposture, financial chicanery, and the effects of non-familial male pheromones on pubescence, 
see Eisner’s Sister Morphine (2008)

Monday 4 November 2019

Dramatick Verse, a Fragment : Horatius Holds the Bridge

             HORATIUS :       A rout no child would own!
                                      You speak catastrophe.
  
             MESSENGER :  They milled around in great alarm.
                                      No thought but for our missing.

             HORATIUS :      Scum!

             MESSENGER :  Sire!

             HORATIUS :      Animal invertebratum!
                                      Your duty was to find them!


The hero, Horatius, a junior officer in the army of the early Roman
Republic, who famously defended Rome at the Tiber Bridge from the
invading army of Etruscans in the late 6th century BC. By defending
the narrow end of the bridge, he — together with commanders
Herminius and Lartius — was able to ward off the attacking army
long enough to allow other Romans to destroy the bridge behind him,
blocking the Etruscans’ advance and saving the city. According to
Livy’s History of Rome (ii. 10.), Horatius’s ‘own men, a panic-stricken
troop, were deserting their posts and discarding their weapons’;  how-
ever, Horatius's courage manages to rally the defence of the bridge.

             

Saturday 26 October 2019

Variation on a Theme by Edna St. Vincent Millay.

‘Man is a fish that swims in its own sperm.’
             Imagine then a clean white linen napkin
wound firmly round an eel so muscular
             and strong, plunging and twisting in the palm,
that it’s difficult to hold; whereupon
             the knife you take, with which you tried to kill the
bread, neither this sombre iridescence slays:
             The eel rears from your grasp and smites your face. 

                  Catherine Eisner
                  with respectful acknowledgements 
                  to the Restaurant du Chat qui Pêche
                  by Edna St. Vincent Millay
                  (Century Magazine 1923)

Edna St. Vincent Millay bathing
(circa 1927).