Friday, March 4, 2011

Catering Prices Hor Doures

How is your love rooted??


The roots of love are the strength of love ....


How is rooted your love?
What makes it strong?
What you united?
What united your hearts?


If your love was a tree, what would it be?


What do your roots grow and extend this communion of lives and hearts.


Karin

Friday, February 25, 2011

Dental Names For Forceps

The kind of proverb


dramatic The proverb is generally considered a minor genre. It is inherited from a worldly entertainment that practiced in the salons of the seventeenth precious, century, so we had fun playing skits, often improvised, which was ilustre a proverb. The guests then had to guess the proverb well illustrated.
the eighteenth century, when fairs are becoming increasingly important in the growing social and intellectual life, the saying grows and becomes dramatic fashion: a singer, Charles Colle, presents its Theatre Private, full of contemporary references to the Duke of Orleans and his entourage. This is especially Carmontelle (1717-1806) that will make this game a literary genre. Officer (organizer) of the court festivities of the Duke of Orleans, a friend of the grandfather of Musset Carmontelle published eight volumes of proverbs. With scenes entertaining, everyday, often satirical, proverbs are also a representation of society and of contemporary manners.
Abandoned during the Revolution and the Empire, the kind of proverb reappears under the Restoration. We play the proverbs of Carmontelle on theater stages Boulevard. New authors (Savage, Romieu, Scribe) are required. Theodore Leclerc met a real success when he gives his satirical sayings dimension against the Ultras and clericalism.
These satirical and even philosophical dimensions will be highlighted in the saying of Alfred de Vigny, Leaves for fear, shown at the Opera in 1833. The kind of dramatic turns proverb, the proverb is no longer the subject of a riddle illustrated by the case, but often appears in the title (You catch more flies with honey than with vinegar, or Who drank drink, said Leclercq) and almost always the end of the room.
As accustomed since childhood to hear and see him play the proverbs of Carmontelle, Musset appreciates this fine entertainment. He has already made use of proverbs to label his dramatic texts (Browns Fire, published in 1829, the Cup and Lip, 1832), but in 1834 we can also assume he is trying to enjoy a fad, giving the subtitle "saying" his piece: We do not trifle with love.
This title and moral development that are consistent with the listing rules of the traditional kind. But its length, the multiplication sets, the complexity of the plot and characters, the mixture of tones and the tragic ending, the piece de Musset far exceeds the scope and ambitions of the proverb.
Later, with He Say Never (1836), A door must be opened or closed (1845), We can not think of any (1849) and A caprice (1837), Musset reuses the kind of proverb, but these pieces do, however, turn more to the tragedy. It is with the proverb that Musset dramatic peaked and thereafter, it will be abandoned, and disappears from the scene permanently.

according to an article PID of the journal, folder "Musset, the disenchanted", March 2001.

Ill. :

No Trifling with Love , Alfred de Musset, directed by Philippe Faure. Théâtre de la Tempête, Paris, 2008.

Monday, February 21, 2011

What To Wear To A Ice Skating Date

The Allegory of the pelican

The pelican, here is an allegory to a recurring theme in the work of Musset: the artist needs to create suffering. Having managed to find food for its young, the pelican giving its "Children" his "feelings of a father" as a meal.

The most desperate are the songs
[more beautiful,
And I know of immortals who are pure
[sobs.
When the pelican, tired from a long trip,
In the mists of evening rushes back to her, Her little hungry
run along the shore
Seeing off fall on the water.
Already believer capture and share their prey,
They run to their father with cries of joy
Shaking their beaks on their hideous goitre.
him, slowly gaining a high rock,
From his wing during his clutch housing,
Fisherman melancholy, watching the skies.
blood flowing long streams of his chest open;
In vain he searched the depths of the seas;
Ocean beach was empty and deserted;
For food he brings his heart.
Dark and silent, lying on the stone
Sharing his son's entrails father
In his sublime love it soothes the pain,
And looking run its bloody breast,
On his feast he collapses dead and staggers,
Drunk on lust, love and horror.
But sometimes in the middle of the divine sacrifice,
Tired of dying in too long ordeal,
He fears that his children will not leave alive;
Then he rises, opens its wings to the wind,
And, striking his heart with a wild cry,
It grows in the night so funereal farewell
What birds desert the sea shore,
And the belated traveler on the beach, go
Sensing death, commends himself to God.
Poet, thus are the great poets. They leave those merry
living time;
But human treats they serve at their festivals
Look Like most of those pelicans.
When they speak well of hopes,
From sadness and oblivion, of love and woe,
This is not a concert to dilate the heart.
Their rantings are like swords
They draw a circle in the air dazzling
But there still hangs a drop of blood.

Musset, "The May Night", New Poems,