1)... 

I just don't want to post original lyrics  for the following wonderful song - that lyrics is charming, ye, but, you know, it's too much simple to post original lyrics with a song...

The song is (among 10 my faves for every times) 'Come Undone'  by Duran Duran
 

2) 

An the new ' lyrics' is a poem by Rober Browning 'My Last Duchess' (see below). 

I wouldn't probably say that the poem is a very beautiful one (i mean pentameter, tempo, rhythm, and etc. - so any other nice poetical  things)

... but this poem has very strange plot ... &... meaning... and... maybe so... on this basic... could be a bit little more charming? 

3) 

So the plot is:

an unknown King killed his beloved wife. What is his internal motives?  Maybe, to protect his love (to that girl - his wife) from destruction (time, odinarity, domestic life, and so on)?

The King is an owner of one beautiful portrait of his dead beautiful wife...
So...we see him in the poem when he is standing alone in his big and empty hall in his family Palace and he is looking on this beautiful portrait of his wife... He loves this beauty portrait of his beauty wife, his wife is killed by him. He didn't wan't to allow her to live as he loved her too much - too much to allow her to be alive.
 

Definitely.

It's an underline plot.

When i red the poem at the first time i couldn't find any charming words to describe its plot&idea... i'm silly, i know, i asked my mum so many times : 'don't tell me that i'm silly, pls'..  but... no results still (

So.. i red 'My Last Duchess'

~ I had many impressions about the poem, but no any formal ideas and no any words to express my impressions ~

But one old lady in my class fond such as beautiful words to describe the idea of the story that i'm still very impressed by her speach.that was exactly the world i was looking for so many times... sad and truthful at the same time...

I was sitting next to the old german lady, Chlotichilda, for all seminars i had on Browning's poetry. Clotichilda is a very German: she's blonde, with gray-blue eyes, tall, with great Roman profile, as great as i could ever imagine )

Through all my classes ( i'm still feel sorry for this) I asked her about homeworks we had to do, some difficulties in poems we discussed, but i didn't understand, and  one the most common question: 'what verse we are reading now?'

lol...) 

She turned her great Roman profile, so her face was front to our teacher, and then she said (the answer to the question: why the King killed his beloved wife?):

- It's aethetical maximalism. It's just a form of aethetical maximalism.

I could'n say any words and just thought : so if you're are killing your lover to save your feelings to him/her, to have him 'always fresh in your mind',  'fresh for your love' - so that's a kind of art????
that's a kind of artistic expression?

And then.... from Chlotichilda ... just few seconds later - some words later...:

- I give you one example. Catherine II the Great, Russian Emperor, she killed all of her lovers after one night spending with them. 

(I was the only one Russian in the class and, exept me, our teacher and Clotichilda, nobody knew about Catherine II in detailes... i guess, it was the most cruel historical evidence of passion&sexuality i had ever heard in our classes. I felt especially uncomfortable as the note on Catherine was coming from a blond person with aryan Profile sitting next to me and as i was the only Russian in the class  :).

*** 
 

So ... i clearly summed up in my mind few ideas:

~ Beauty + desire ia a European long time tradition ~ 

There are two tipes of 'beauty' - 

The simple beauty (sexuality) and the absolute beauty.

~when the question is about the simple beauty - all things are going as always, nothing could be off the boundaries of permissible (personal morality, society, traditions, so on) - no any steps over the boundaries of permissible; 

~ when the question is about absolute beauty - no any social, moral, family bounaries could exist (at least for a short period of time - dreams, desire, thoughts or maybe, on the contrary, for a very long time 8)

~ the term ' aethetical maximalism'  is very charming to summe up general ideas (and tragedy in it)  in one of my fave books about art ( i red it when i was 13) (and especially with the upcoming notes, including notes on Catherine II , and, finally, the fact that notes came from Clotichilda with her increadibly exact Roman profile and blonde hair) 

~ russian cruelty + idea of power without any formal controll ( Catherine II the Great example)

~ one very personal note, too long and too simple, to put it into this post and to discuss it 

~ existence of German fascism (aethetic maximalism = the idea of Aryan race = desire for beauty, and for  self-control, and for control over others)

***

And after the class (through all the class  i thought only about 'aethetic maximalism' and so - not listening to our lecturer :) i just asked Clotichilda:

- Could you tell me, what we have for tomorrow? Our hometask? 

She told me in detailes.

And then i asked:...

- What page is it?
lol

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My Last Duchess

That’s my last Duchess painted on the wall, 

Looking as if she were alive. I call 

That piece a wonder, now: Fra Pandolf’s hands 

Worked busily a day, and there she stands. 

Will’t please you sit and look at her? I said 

“Fra Pandolf” by design, for never read 

Strangers like you that pictured countenance, 

The depth and passion of its earnest glance, 

But to myself they turned (since none puts by 

The curtain I have drawn for you, but I) 

And seemed as they would ask me, if they durst, 

How such a glance came there; so, not the first 

Are you to turn and ask thus. Sir, ’twas not 

Her husband’s presence only, called that spot 

Of joy into the Duchess’ cheek: perhaps 

Fra Pandolf chanced to say “Her mantle laps 

Over my lady’s wrist too much,” or “Paint 

Must never hope to reproduce the faint 

Half-flush that dies along her throat”: such stuff 

Was courtesy, she thought, and cause enough 

For calling up that spot of joy. She had 

A heart—how shall I say?—too soon made glad, 

Too easily impressed; she liked whate’er 

She looked on, and her looks went everywhere. 

Sir, ’twas all one! My favour at her breast, 

The dropping of the daylight in the West, 

The bough of cherries some officious fool 

Broke in the orchard for her, the white mule 

She rode with round the terrace—all and each 

Would draw from her alike the approving speech, 

Or blush, at least. She thanked men,—good! but thanked 

Somehow—I know not how—as if she ranked 

My gift of a nine-hundred-years-old name 

With anybody’s gift. Who’d stoop to blame 

This sort of trifling? Even had you skill 

In speech—(which I have not)—to make your will 

Quite clear to such an one, and say, “Just this 

Or that in you disgusts me; here you miss, 

Or there exceed the mark”—and if she let 

Herself be lessoned so, nor plainly set 

Her wits to yours, forsooth, and made excuse, 

—E’en then would be some stooping; and I choose 

Never to stoop. Oh sir, she smiled, no doubt, 

Whene’er I passed her; but who passed without 

Much the same smile? This grew; I gave commands; 

Then all smiles stopped together. There she stands 

As if alive. Will’t please you rise? We’ll meet 

The company below, then. I repeat, 

The Count your master’s known munificence 

Is ample warrant that no just pretence 

Of mine for dowry will be disallowed; 

Though his fair daughter’s self, as I avowed 

At starting, is my object. Nay, we’ll go 

Together down, sir. Notice Neptune, though, 

Taming a sea-horse, thought a rarity, 

Which Claus of Innsbruck cast in bronze for me!

Robert Browning 

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... Just chanded my search enjeens for my worldpress blog too .. i thought it would be better... but ... all my traffic (~ 200 visits per day) gone !!!! so now i have only 2-4 visits per day! 

That's ugly (

I don't know what to do to restore 200perdaytraffic which was absolutely charming.

Lol...

The Chapel gives an impression of a Gothic building immediately.

That's visual sence of majesty, power, greatness of God, the exterior that raises religious feeling, approachs Christian worship. 

The Chapel has common Gothic proportions. Its height correlates to its width as about 2 : 1 (or more).

Its spires are typicaly Gothic. With four big spires its height 'grows' and the Chapel gains more visual majesty as well. 

The large stained glass windows and the wall buttresses decorated with carved figures complete the building's Gothic look. 

Some exterior details specify the Chapel as the Perpendicular English Gothic.

That's very notable straight, parallel, perpendicular lines (windows tracery, walls paneling, spires and etc.). Clear perpendicular line is a structural 'signature' of the Perpendicular style. 'Aesthetics of line rather then mass' (Sutton, p. 74).  The windows are large, there're also two giant windows on the West and East fronts of the Chapel.  Vertical shafts and horizontal transoms (to support the constraction) present beautiful tracery. This type of windows is among of the major features of the Perpendicular style. 

Interior of the Chapel could be guessed from the outside. There's one nave with no any aisles, parallel or perpendicular to it. 

Interior space is large and bright as the large windows bring more light into the nave (unlike to the Romanesque or Early Gothic styles).

As the Chapel is designed in the Perpendicular style there's a fan vault covered 12 bays. Depressed (four-centred) arches used to make the large windows.  

Interestingly, to support the walls were used simple wall buttresses (Early Gothic) not flying buttresses (Late Gothic). 

The Chapel isn't decorated overmuch following aesthetical reasons more than practical (unlike with the Decorated style).

But there are significant decorative elements. Beautiful stained glass panels, painted ( sine the Romanesque time stained glass appeared in church decoration). Carvings of the spires. Sculptures such as the royal shield, the tympanum above the west door with decorative elements (roses, crowns, leafage) or carved figures on the buttresses. Fun vault lines, vertical shafts and horizontal transoms - traceries, aesthetics of the depressed archs could be seen as the decorative elements as well.
 

quote by Herbert V. Prochnow 

So... posting this quote, i note - that maybe it's time to look closer - what is your opinions, what is your thoughts )))))))
And, in general, - what other greats mistakes, delusions do you have throughout all your life - supported by your delicious lack of understanding (or = misunderstanding :0) of yourself ? :0))))) 

John Galliano has created the most spectacular fashion shows of our time. Since his 1984 degree collection, Les Incroyables, which metamorphosed his London art school into a French Revolutionary street scene, he has transported his privileged audiences to more exotic and sartorially blessed places than they could possibly have imagined or experienced.

Whether he chooses to transform the Opéra Garnier in Paris into a party thrown by the Venetian socialite, Marchesa Luisa Casati, or the none-too salubrious platforms of Gare d’Austerlitz into a Moroccan souk - complete with guest appearance from a couture-clad Princess Pocohontas - Galliano never fails to convince. This despite the fact that his references come from a dizzying array of rarely connected times, people and places. But then, John Galliano’s life has been rather richer than most – more often than not, the vivid colour in his shows have been experienced at source first hand.