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Seven Emblem books and two others!

Two sort of emblematic books (A&B) and Seven(1-7) emblem books in contemporary or original bindings!

1) Andres Alciati 1492 – 1550

V.C. Emblemata (Viri Clarissimi) Emblemata. Cum Claudij Minois ad eadam Commentariis & Notis Posterioribus. Quibus Emblematum omnium aperta origine, mens auctoris explicatur, & obscura omnia dubiáque illustrantur.

Lugduni (Lyon), Hæred. Gvlielmi Rovilii, 1600. 1600. Bound in coeval vellum with author and title on the spine in an early hand. Octavo ã8, e4, i8 A-Eee8, Eee*2 Fff8 Ggg4.

The ultimate reference for this book is Daly’ Andres Alciatus Index Emblematicsus 1985; ; Landwehr, J. Romanic emblem books; 89 ; Adams, A. French emblem books; F.063; Emblem books at the Univ. of Illinois; A32; Green, H. Andrea Alciati and his books of emblems,; 127; Baudrier, 1895-1921, v. 9, p. 464-65;. Item #738G

The emblem book, which attained enormous popularity in continental Europe and Great Britain, while it is possible to trace it back before was certantly made most popular by Alciati. . Alciato’s emblems were first published in Augsburg in Germany (two editions in 1531 and one in 1534); from 1534 onwards publishing shifted to France and remained there for the next thirty years. Wechel, who printed the Paris editions (from 1534), are like those in Augsburg. He can be said to have set the standard for clear presentation of emblems, with each emblem beginning on a fresh page, featuring the motto or title, the pictura below that, and then the subscription/epigram or verse text the main focus of publication for emblems shifted more firmly to Lyons from the mid 1540s, The 1550 Latin edition by Rouille is the first to have 211 emblems (the whole corpus, apart from the so-called obscene emblem ‘Adversus naturam peccantes’) illustrated. This edition includes biography of Andrea Alciati (leaves i1-i8). These emblems depict Alciati’s concern for the eternal nature of man and its contradictions, the attentive ear to the popular speech, the unfolding of the personality, madness, the reflection on human existence, the relationship between man and the woman, the struggle between reason and passion, and to the satire of society and its rules and rulers.

A) CARTARI 343J Vincenso Cartari. 1531–1569

Seconda novissima editione delle Imagini de gli dei delli antichi di Vicenzo Cartari …Ridotte da capo a piedi alle loro reali, & non più per l’adietro osseruate simiglianze. cauate da’marmi, bronzi, medaglie, gioie, & altre memorie antiche; con esquisito studio, & particolare dligenza da Lorenzo Pignoria … Aggionteui le annotationi del medismo sopra tutta l’opera, & vn discorso intorno le deità dell’Indie orientali, & occidentali, con le loro figure tratte da gl’originali, che si conseruano nelle Galleri de’principi, & ne’musei delle persone priuate. Con le allegorie sopra le imagini di Cesare Malfatti … Et vn catalogo di cento più famosi dei della gentilità. Con l’aggiunta d’vn’altro catalogo de gl’autori antichi, & moderni, che hanno trattato questa materia, ordinato & raccolto dal medesimo Pignoria che ha accresciute le annotationi & aggiunte molte imagini.

In Padova, Nella stamparia di Pietro Paolo Tozzi. 1626. Quarto, 9 1/4 x 6 1/2 in 224×162 mm. Signatures: ‡8 ≠≠1,a6, ‡‡4 [∏2 FOLDOUTS] A-Z8 ,AA-OO8 (38 pages, 589 pages illustrations, two folded plates) [[38] pages, 589 pages illustrations, two folded plates 24 cm]. 2 double-page woodcuts and 227 full-page and in-text woodcuts of the ancient gods by Cesare Malfatti. * *. *

#1 Vincenzo Cartari, Images of the Gods of the Ancients: The First Italian Mythography, translated and annotated by John Mulryan. Medieval and Renaissance Texts and Studies vol. 396. Tempe, AZ: Arizona Center for Medieval and Renaissance Studies, 2012.

Praz 36; Cicognara 4686; Graesse II.56; Nagler XXII.15, ; Harvard 156.108; JCB Library catalogue; 2:198; Sabin 11104.; BM. STC.(Ital.) 152.; ‘Choix 4280. See Also: Mortimer, Italian, 108 note. Caillet 2047 (French trans.) Brunet I,1601. Graesse II,56.Univ. Cat of Art, 287. Arntzen & Rainwater H35.Dekesel 16th, C11. And :

1)Sonia Maffei, ‘Le imagini de i Dei degli antichi di Vincenzo Cartari: Dalla poesia all’archeologia’ http://dinamico2.unibg.it/cartari/leimaginideiDei.html

2) Marco Urdapilleta Muñoz, ‘El bestiario medieval en las crónicas de Indias (siglos XV y XVI)’, Latino América, Revista de Estudios Latinoamericanos, 58 (2014), 237-70. 5160.235500

3) Miguel A. Rojas Mix, América imaginaria (Barcelona, 1992) LB.31.b.10858

4) Rosa López Torrijos, La mitología en la pintura española del Siglo de Oro (Madrid, 1985). YV.1988.b.1010 María Jesús Lacarra, Juan Manuel Cacho Blecua, Lo imaginario en la conquista de América (Zaragoza, 1990). YA.1997.a.7376

5) Mercedes Aguirre at 11:59:11 in Americas , Collections , Latin America , Medieval history , Mexico , Rare books. BL.

6) Mexican Codex Vaticanus 3738. Item #743

This is the First Edition in which the antiquarian and egyptologist who was also interested in the sciences, and a friend of Galileo. Lorenzo Pignoria added his appendix Seconda Parte delle Imagini de gli Dei Indiani displays detailed illustrations of some archeological remains portraying Mexican, Egyptian, Indian and Japanese gods, seeking ‘a sort of unique visual language in pre-Christian religions. It is bound in.

Price: $4,500.00

B). Cuper, Gisbert Cuper. 1644-1716

Gisb. Cuperi Harpocrates, Sive Explicatio imaguncluæ argenteæ perantiquæ; quæ in figuram Harpocratis formata representat Solem. Ejusdem Monumenta Antiqua Inedita. Multi Auctorum loci, multæ Inscriptiones, Marmora, Nummi, Gemmæ, varii ritus, & Antiquitates in utroque Opusculo emendantur & illustrantur. Accedit Stephani Le Moine Epistola de Melanophoris.

Utrecht: (Trajecti ad Rhenum) Apud Franciscum Halma, Acad. Typogr., 1687, Quarto. This copy is bound in 20th century quarter calf. .

¶Harpocrates was adapted by the Greeks from the Egyptian child God Horus, who represented the newborn sun, rising each day at dawn. Harpocrates’s name was a Hellenization of the Egyptian Har-pa-khered or Heru-pa-khered, meaning “Horus the Child”. In the second century B.C., Egyptians connected Harpocrates with the mystic cult of the Egyptian goddess Isis. Harpocrates holds a finger to its lip for the Egyptians a symbolic gesture representing childhood.

¶Yet the Greeks mistook for a hush for silence., misinterpreting Harpocrates as the personification of silence, and this particular work is a study of statues and other art from classical antiquity that depict these later figures of silence. And again, the Roman interpretation added strength to the Mystery of silence.

The frontispiece signed and dated in the plate: Joh. van der Avele invention and fecit. Title page in red and black. This edition is enhanced with a letter of Etienne Le Moyne; this text has a half-title and the second text: Monumenta Antiqua. Cuper’s research is a precursor to art history and Winckelmann.

Brunet 6, no. 22603; Cicognara 3212; Ebert 5512; Graesse 2,308 , Item #388J

Price: $1,800.00

2). David, Jan David. 1545?-1613

Veridicus christianus: auctore P. Joanne David … Editio altera, auctior.

Antverpiæ ex officina Plantiniana, M. DCVI. Second edition. This copy is bound in full contemporary blind stamped calf over wooden boards with two working clasps. Quarto ‡4, ‡‡4, A-Z4, a-z4, Aa-Ee4.+ 100 Numbered Plates. With a special engraved t.p. with allegorical depiction of Christ carrying the cross, surrounded by ten artists at easels painting scenes from his life (as well as a few questionable profane subjects). The vovelle : The centers of the engraving and the volvelle (through which a string passes) are reinforced with small paper roundels printed with the monograms of Christ. The numbers are keyed to an “Indiculus orbitae” that follows (Bb1r-Bb2r). There a number, having been selected, is provided with a phrase from various Latin authors (listed on Bb2v), and a reference to one of the hundred sections that comprise the main text. It is suggested in Bibliotheca Belgica that this game may have been intended as a pious alternative to such superstitious books as Thuys der fortvnen.

Veridicus Christianus emphasizes the Society of Jesus’ investment in thinking in, though, and about visual images that exemplify the supreme mystery of God. Published as a tool of devotion and meditations, it features one hundred chapters that encompass a wide

range of topics for reflection. Each chapter incorporates an extensive commentary that interprets the emblematic image David too follows the order in which we apprehend things with our senses, beginning with a visual representation at the head of each chapter. Then comes the explication. The symboli explicatio was considered necessary because cultivated readers would be more susceptible to a reasoned argument than a

picture. The text is divided into 100 chapters, each with an allegorical engraving incorporating letters keyed to the explanatory text and with marginal references. Each of the 100 numbered plates has a single line of Latin at the head giving the subject, with two-line explanatory verses below the allegorical engraving in Latin (roman letter), Dutch (civilité) and French (italic) First plate (following [2 daggers]4) is added title leaf for the ill., which were also published separately; see Bibliotheca Belgica. The added title reads: Icones ad Veridicvm Christianvm P. Ioannis David e Societate Iesv At the end is Device with compasses and the motto “constantia et labore” on Ee4r . This book is notoriously found defective in one way or another, this copy is perfect and complete. . Item #382J

De Backer-Sommervogel Vol.II col 1845 N. 5; Funck 302; Praz 313: EBIU D 17; Landwehr EFBLC 138; Landwehr FISP 253. Daly & Dimler CLE Jesuit Series Part one p160 #J.153.

Price: $5,500.00

3) David, Joannes David 1546-1613.

Duodecim specula deum aliquando videre desideranti concinnata.

Antwerp: Antverpiae: Ex officina Plantiniana, apud Ioannem Moretum, 1610, 1610. Theodor. Galle fecit. First Edition? This copy is bound in a contemporary soft vellum, (recovery vellum with writing. Faded and on the the inside. ) Ex libris ms.

First edition of this wonderfully illustrated work about 12 mirrors mankind uses to try and see God. David was born at Courtrai and entered the society of Jesuits in 1581. He was distinguished for his zealous fight against heresy. “Emblem number with caption,pictura with motifs flagged, then subscriptio,prose identification flagged motifs,facing page with number followed by a prose conversation between Anima and Desiderus.

Youth edition with engravings only, without text. Each plate bears, at the top, a serial number and an inscription indicating the subject represented in the bottom part a Latin couplet with a summary explanation. RRef. Landwehr 188, Funck p. 303, BCNI 5556, Bibl. Belg. D 157, Praz p. 313 “scarce”

DeBacker-Sommervogel vol. II col.1851 no.20 ; McGeary & Nash. Emblem books at the Unviersity of Illinois,; G2; Daly & Dimler corpus Librorun eblematun(CLE) J141; Praz, M. Studies in 17th century imagery,; vol. I p.192 vol.. II, p. 46; Landwehr, J. Dutch emblem books,; Funck p. 303, BCNI 5556, Bibl. Belg. D 157; see also The Jesuits and the Emblem Tradition: Selected Papers of the Leuven International Emblem Conference, 18-23 August, 1996.

. Item #409J

Price: $1,900.00

4) Izquierdo, Sebastian Izquierdo, Saint Ignatius of Loyola

Praxis exercitiorum spiritualium P.N.S. Ignatti. Auctore P. Sebastiano Izquierdo Alcarazense Societatis Jesu.

Rome: Romae : Typis Joannis Francisci Buagni, 1695, 1695. Octavo 7 X 4.75 inches A-G8,H4 This copy is very clean and bound in full contemporary vellum. Landwehr, Romanic, 412.Sommervogel, IV, 70 1#4 ; Palau 291230; Landwehr:Romantic 412.; Praz,p.382. Item #716

The Jesuit Sebastián Izquierdo in his Práctica de los ejercicios espirituales, written in (Spanish in )1665 translated in to Italian the same year then in 1678 translated as here into Latin and later published in several translations and versions offers an illustrated guide to the Ignatian spiritual exercises. The illustrations, 12 of them, are the subject of image meditation which was a favorite method of the Jesuits who, beginning with the monumental Evangelicae Historiae Imagines (1593) of Jerónimo Nadal, actively took hold of religious iconography and adjusted and concentrated it for the teaching of the Societies ( and Ignatius’ ) vision. The images are not just simple depiction’s instead they are mnemonic devices. These images are points of departures and give the current 21st century reader a precious examples of images that inspire meditation, direct the reception of the teachings and anchor them in the memory. Particularly memorable is the Image of Hell on page 72, The lay-out shows the pedagogical intentions and possibilities of this little book: there are 12 parts consisting of 12 separate quires, numbered from ‘A’ to ‘M’ and paginated each from 1-12, each with its own full-page illustration , these could have been meant to be distributed separately – according to match the educational needs or level of the students. The Images are in high contrast, with plenty of Bloody and memorable images. The Puteus Abyssi depicts a poor man who is naked and sitting in a chair in some sort of oubliette. He has sevenswords, each with animal head handles, in him and each is strategically stuck in various parts of the body. The swords are labeled for the passions. Most interesting of these might be the sword marked ‘Vengeance’ it is hanging offer the mans head, the Idleness sword is stuck between his legs, Gluttony in his stomach, Lust … Envy in his back, Avarice between his Shoulders and Pride in his heart.Izquierdo was also the author of Pharus scientiarum, a treatise on a methodology to access knowledge,

conceived as a single science. In this work, he assimilated Aristotelian and Baconian logic, and he expressed some original ideas on mathematics and logic that have earned their author a reputation as an outstanding mathematician. Not just like his Spanish contemporaries John Caramuel or Tomás Vicente Tosca , but also significant foreign mathematicians as Athanasius Kircher , Gaspar Knittel or Gottfried Wilhelm Leibniz , the latter, in particular, cited with, his Disputatio of Combinatione, in Combinatorial Art (1666).

Price: $1,800.00

5) SCARLATINI, Ottavio Scarlatini

Homo et eius partes figuratus & symbolicus, anatomicus, rationalis, moralis, mysticus, politicus, & legalis, collectus et explicatus cum figuris

Augsburg & Dillingen, Johann Caspar Bencard, 1695. First and only Latin edition. Bound in a beautiful contemporary pig skin over wooden boards. Caillet 9948 (“unique in its genre”); Landwehr, German emblem books 530; Praz 490 note; R. Raybould, Emblemata 29. Item #734

With 42 engraved emblems revolving around the human body and body parts. It describes and depicts the human body in its details and in its entirety in every aspect conceivable. The book also discusses magic, in the strict sense of the word, revealing many marvellous secrets, such as the occult properties of saliva, urine, sperm, etc.”The erudition demonstrated by the author is really quite extraordinary” (Raybould) including metoposcopy (the interpretation of facial wrinkles for divination!). . Book One studies individual organs: heart, etc. And Book Two the overall dignity of the whole and aspects of human life.An appendix adds short accounts of several subjects, including “hieroglyphia” and “androgyni”, along with short works by other authors: Lactantius Firmianus’s “De opificio Dei”, Coelius Rhodiginus on humanity, and a long “Ode” to humanity: “Considerationes patheticae de creatione, & dignitate hominis” based on Trismegistus, Plato, Coelius and other ancient sources.With a faint marginal water stain and a couple small rust spots in the paper, but

otherwise in fine condition. The binding shows a few scratches, cuts and stains, small cracks at the head and foot of the hinges and 1 sewing support broken at the hinge, but is still in good condition. A fascinating emblem book for both text and imagery (some of it now also humorous), and an impressive piece of book production.

Price: $5,500.00

6). Sucquet, Anton Sucquet

Piæ considerationes ad declinandum à malo et faciendum bonum : cum iconibus Viae vitae aeternae R.P. Antonij Sucquet è Societate Iesu.

Viennæ Austriæ : Wien : [s.n.], 1672, 1672. Boetius a Bolswert and title by “I.M. Lerch sc. Viennae. Quarto,4 ¾ X 7 inches . ( no printed signatures) π 4 A-T4 V2. This copy is bound in original vellum. There is a really interesting modern bookplate on the pastedown. ¶ Praz, M. Studies in 17th cent. imagery (2nd ed.),; p. 506; Corpus librorum emblematum. Jesuit series,; J.1414; Landwehr, J. German emblem books,; 564; De Backer-Sommervogel,; VI, column 892, no. 2. Item #715

There is an engraved emblematic title page signed “I.M. Lerch sc. Viennae;” The other 32 illustrations (numbered 1-32) are full-page emblems engraved by Boetius a Bolswert–See Landwehr. ¶The Illustrations are printed on the verso of leaf, recto is blank; accompanied by explanatory text on facing leaf. The text and illustrations are printed within ruled border. This popular emblematical work is arranged as a series of meditations, by the Jesuit Antoine Sucquet. Many religious emblem books were published during the 17th and 18th centuries, and of these, Sucquet’s work was one of the most popular. Because of its engravings by Boëtius a Bolswert , it was especially important for the development of the 17th-century Christian iconography. The counter-reformation produced a great number of emblematic meditation-books where text and illustrations are interwoven. Emblem books were therefore much favoured by the Jesuits for the purposes of teaching, as religious propaganda, and to provide subjects for meditation. The 17th-century Jesuit curriculum prescribed that emblems were composed in the schools. Members of the highest classes in the Flemish Jesuit colleges each composed an emblem, and the production of the entire class was collected in commemorative albums painted by professional artists and calligraphers. The meditation on the soul’s relation to Christ was precisely guided by provision of references in the engravings. The first religious catholic emblem book was published in 1571 and composed by Arias Montanus. In 1601 Jan David composed the first Jesuit emblem book, the “Veridicus Christianus”. Sucquet’s work is composed around the widely spread concept of the “homo viator in bivio”, the creature who during his life again and again arrives at the cross and has to make the good choice for the narrow and difficult path to his eternal destination. Sucquet made clear that vision is the most important sense of a human being. It had foundational importance for the Christian iconography of the seventeenth century. According to Brunet the work was very much searched after by the pious for its texts, by the curious minds for the 32 engravings by Boetius a Bolswert

Price: $1,900.00

7) Venius, Otto van Veen

Theater moral de la vida humana, en cien emblemas; con el Enchiridion de Epicteto, y La tabla de Cebes, philosofo platonico.

Antwerp: Amberes,{Antwerp} Por Enrico y Cornelio Verdussen 1701, 1701. The Rubens master. third Edition.This large folio is bound in full contemporary vellum with gilt tooling. Snags repaired in the blank of the title page and on the folding Engraving , without damaging the text. Scattered freckles. Good copy. Landwehr, Dutch 240; Landwehr, Low Countries 678. (cfr. PRAZ, Studies in seventeenth-century imagery I pp.523-524 & Peeters Fontainas Bibliographie des impr. espagn. des Pays-Bas mérid. 1275;. Folio. 14 x 9 inches * 6, ** 4, *** 2, A-Z4, 2A-2C4 / a4, a-f4, g2. Item #97

This Emblem book is made up of three Stoic works, beginning with Text from Horace in latin with 103 copper plates of engravings, That is a full page engraving of Vaenius by his daughter Gertrude van Veen engraved by Pontius.

These emblems also appeared in “Emblems from Horace, but not directly, these engravings represent both allegoric and general passages from Horace, these are in Spanish. The Horace is followed by

The Table of Cebes which has a large folding plate (16 x 13 inches) Cebes’ Tablet is an Ekphrastic work interpreting a probably mythical Tablet which symbolically represents “the whole Truth of Human life” Cebes is one of the characters in The Phædo of Plato. Xenophon tells us that Cebe was in the inner circle of Socrates’ friends. This is followed by The ENCHRIDION of Epictetus, in spanish. This manual is a ‘hands-on’philosophical collection of epigrams which promises to free the mind from Fear and enslavement to false Ideas.

Price: $3,500.00

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Bar-awling || Fab(ber) 5

A fight breaks loose at the Hunted Deer.

@freddie-eddie-wiggins, @hngrylikethewoolf, @hellfire-damnation

(Max + Clayton no longer in play but we didn’t want to lose everyone’s hard work)

[TW: violence, gore, blood, sexism, homophobia]

FREDDIE:

Freddie pushed his glass halfway across the bar, waiting for the hose to hover above and dispense whatever concoction Gaston felt like bestowing on him in that moment. It had become somewhat of a running joke, the barely drinkable beverages that graced Freddie’s glass whenever he set foot in the Deer. Though, the company tonight was somewhat better than it usually was. Fred unhooked one of his heels from the barstool’s footrest and crossed his legs, brushing invisible dust from his trousers.

“So, I get called into the meeting with my boss, told I’m being reassigned, which honestly is a nightmare, because I was just starting to find common ground with…” He paused, taking his drink and thanking Gaston, “...anyway, it’s been a nightmare, and I can’t bear to be in my flat right now, it’s a complete mess, and Percy spent all last night crying and pissing in the kitchen.” Freddie sighed, catching Gaston’s eye again. “Can I get a glass of white as well, large please?”

ERROL:

It was nice, gettin' to talk to Freddie like this again. It had been a few days since the last time they'd gotten together, brunch after a late morning. After that the sheriff had been slammed with paperwork and calls, breaking the new bloke into the town beat, and general other headache-inducing business. Came with the territory, but a drink out was much preferable to staying in these days.

He swirled his brandy around the glass, and took a swallow, listening to the younger man speak with his head resting on a hand. The noise of the bar was stuck in the background, something Errol was easily able to tune out. No one else was his problem here, anyhow, not until they made themselves that way. No, he was here off duty and he was here with Freddie and he was going to make sure they had a decent time of it.

Raising a brow, the Irishman snorted. "Right, an' his grounds fer yer "reassignment" were what, exactly?" Shaking his head, he signaled for another drink from Gaston, thanked him quietly when he got one, and then turned his attention right back where it belonged. He shrugged a shoulder, almost artfully nonchalant, before saying on the tail end of another drink: "Stay at mine. Percy likes Del, they'd be fine. An' I can get 'im tah stop pissin' everywhere real quick like." He smirked slightly, a boyish quality to it, before sobering up. "Doors always open, Fred."

CLAYTON:

It was a relatively crowded night at The Hunted Deer. Relative to the fact that William had only been in Swynlake a number of weeks. Still, the werewolf restriction petition (has nobody thought of an acronym yet? This town: imbecilic) was of hot topic in accordance with two instances of werewolf promulgation in town. Two werewolves just out in the open. It was laughable. And if two identified publicly, how many were still scared and hiding? Had he stumbled upon an entire pack?

Coming back into the bar from the loo, William saw that someone had taken his seat near the more crowded area, where the debate had broken out. Considering his true beliefs were on the more extreme end of the Magick spectrum, his public, Clayton persona, took a more reserved stance. It was all about inflicting fear. They’re dangerous, unpredictable. It was a bar, and everyone had a couple hours of drinking tucked under their belts by now. Slurs began getting tossed around. ‘Beasts’ they were called.

Moving down the bar a bit, William leaned his forearms against the wooden edge and waited for Gaston to walk his way. Beside him, his ear couldn’t help but pick up the sound of a persona he thought only existed in movies. Not being able to help himself, his eyes took a cautious look across the pair of... men before settling on their feet.

FREDDIE:

“Jon just left. I don’t know, had to go back to London, found something better, moved departments. Whatever it is, he’s no longer in need of my services, and Taylor, the guy I was assisting before, just up and died, so now I’m just temping for this one guy while they replace Jon and give me to that guy.” Freddie said, taking up the glass of wine and a couple of large mouthfuls from it.

He considered Errol’s proposition for less than a second. Memories of Errol’s flat, charming as it was, flashed before him, and he shook his head. “I don’t think that’ll work, my shoes alone wouldn’t fit in your wardrobe, and your living room window isn’t south facing.” Freddie said, dismissing that thought without having to fully entertain what it meant. There was something heavy in the word cohabiting that had Freddie mentally backing away, no matter how warm the idea of lazy mornings and quiet evenings was.

That was when he noticed the man behind Errol. Freddie didn’t notice men as often as he used to, but this one was staring...at his feet. He glanced down, thinking he might have scuffed the Louboutins, but no, they seemed fine. He looked back up then, meeting the other’s eye and cocking his head in challenge, gaze stony.

CLAYTON:

William held the man’s gaze for a second, before pulling away and turning to lean against the bar with his back to both of them. Luckily within the same moment, Gaston walked over to him.

Not knowing the night would be so lively he had started the evening out with a few glasses of whiskey-- soon, he was clinking glasses with half the bar. Stepping down to beer wasn’t ideal, but after some hearty ‘rounds with the boys,’ there was no going back.

“Beer.” He told his friend. “You know perhaps it’s worth adding whether men should wear heels to this discussion? Or, maybe now that I think about it, it shouldn’t really be up for debate at all,” he joked with a wicked grin.

GASTON:

Gaston followed his friend's eyes to the heels in question. He'd almost got used to Freddie trotting into the bar like a giant rat, last seen on a makeover TV show and, after the initial distaste, he was nearly coming to not completely dislike the fellow. After all, he had to give it to him, he usually drank the shit Gaston put in his glass. A lot of supposedly bigger blokes wouldn't.

But as always, when presented with something to pick at, Gaston did his best to join in. "Don't really think it's up for debate. They don't put them in the men's section for a reason," he said, pulling the head on the pint and pushing it over. Gaston partitioned most things in life into sections. Beer and hunting and women were men's things. Cocktails and high heels and other men were women's things. If it was something he knew his grandfather would see and grunt 'people at home wouldn't let you get away with shows like that', it probably meant it was in the wrong section. That was the thing with the country, it had grasped the natural order of things at the roots and, by right of being there first, refused to let go. Even if there was a new natural order of things called 'letting everybody bloody well get on with it'.

He shot a sideways glance at the priest, who peered over his glasses with eyes that said 'don't', and shrugged. "Bet there's a dirty corner in the Bible that the bloody do-gooders pretend isn't there anymore that says something like 'Thou shalt not tit around in your mother's clothing' and then something about death by stoning."

ERROL:

The Irishman made a sound at the back of his throat and shook his head. "Shame, 'at. Know he wasn' always amazin' but was still familiar. An' a guy dyin' is jus'...shite." He didn't really know what to say to that, honestly. There were few things he really could say, beside condolences and commiseration. Errol snorted into his glass at the dismissal of his offer, nodding his head a bit and then giving a shrug. "'S a change o' pace fer ye. If he wanna stay wif me, ye can. Yer welcome tah. Yer place 'as more room, mine's cozy." The inflection on the word was intentional and he smirked a bit, wiggling his brows at the other man in a bit of a tease. He wanted him to know he understood; the offer was always open though, as was Errol's door.

The sheriff glanced where Freddie was looking, his shoes, a bit of a frown on his face. He was confused for a second before he caught the younger man staring at a bloke behind them, eyes hard and challenging. Then he heard the commentary and grit his teeth. He would have let it go, honestly. People were going to be wankers no matter what he did or said. But hate speech was illegal in England, and it sounded like this particular strain of topic had gone on well into the evening.

And he was off duty.

"Why don' ye shove it where th' sun don' shine, boyo? Maybe it'll shove th' stick outta yer arse." Or push it further in and impale him. "'S none o' yer damn business." That was a warning and it would be the only one this guy would get. Errol wasn't about to badge him but if it came down to it, he would. He'd wanted a peaceful evening, some drinks with Freddie. And this is what he got.

Errol knew Freddie could take care of himself, mumbled as much when he turned back towards him with stiffened shoulders. His eyes were hard, glaring at the barkeep as he continued on. Off to the side, he could see the local priest glaring just as crossley at the man, clear disapproval on his face. Good. At least someone else was bothered by it.

CLAYTON:

Oi. The mouth on this bloke.

Suddenly, William felt almost giddy.

“No,” he said, turning to face them, looking amused, “that’s certainly not any sort of business I partake in,” his eyes flicked to the one with long hair, “’ shoving things up arses,’ as you say.” Looking back to the older man, William didn’t even try to hide the smirk that played on his lips. With a lift of his chin towards the effeminate one, he said, “However, if you’re looking for advice, I’m sure your girlfriend was working in that industry back when you still thought you were a genuine man.”

Turning back to Gaston, William clapped his friend on the shoulder. “I’ll tell you what, chum, it’s been a busy night, you’ve been working hard--” Pulling a £20 quid from his wallet, he slid it across the bar over to Gaston. “And I hear you’re getting a bit lonely. No shame in it, my friend, no shame. Tonight, your dry-spell ends on me.” Tossing a casual glance to the man in heels as he slid over another £20, William said, “How much, darling? Seeing as this old chap can afford you, I assume it’s not much.”

FREDDIE:

And suddenly Freddie knew this man. He’d seen him in his father’s board meetings. Read him in the comments on those videos. Glimpsed him every time he stepped out of the house in heels and had to tolerate getting looked up and down and sneered at. It just so happened tonight his patience wore from “thin” to “out”. It had been years since he had a fight, and Freddie’s palms itched. He looked down at the note and smiled, chuckling down at his chest as he took the hair band from his wrist and pulled his hair back in a bun. Didn’t want to give the prick anything loose to yank on.

He passed Errol, cupping his cheek and leaving a quick kiss on his lips. “For you, gorgeous…” He said, voice sickly sweet as he reeled back (thumb over fingers, aim past the face, swing from the shoulder) and made contact with that crunch. The crunch that hit him harder than the coke did, with the same high. He reached out beside him and pocketed the 20. “I’d say twenty quid about covers that.” He said, stamping on the other’s foot with the high heel he’d hated so much.

“Consider that one on the house.” 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

CLAYTON:

William moved, not a lot, but he budged. The man in heels walloped a punch that hit hard enough to daze him, staying almost completely frozen in place until he felt him crush one of his toes. Another crunch.

It won a round of “Ooooo’s” from the rest of the bar.

Then, there was a moment of silence. He was hunched, having jolted from the pain in his foot. His vision went red, matching the blood now running from his nose onto his shirt.

With a snarl, not unlike a growl, William glowered at the assailant. These people. Small-town nothings. He wiped his mouth against the back of his sleeve to keep from spitting. They had no idea who they were testing.

Some idiot from across the bar shouted, “Fag!” and for a moment William wondered if he was the one being jeered at.

He lunged.

With one hand around his attacker’s neck, while his other arm was barred against the man’s chest to block his arms, William took three massive steps forward, forcing the other man back, before throwing him down, crashing across the row of bar stools.

Suddenly, the bar erupted into chaos.

ERROL:

Errol knew what was going to happen the moment he saw Freddie's smile fall. There was something there that he had never seen before, some burning light, like anger and hatred and pain all rolled into one. It made him wonder who had caused it, made a flare of protective instinct swell in his chest. The fact that the bastard behind them had the gall to call Freddie a hooker because of his choice in footwear, then had the audacity to call Errol his John was the last straw.

The Irishman didn't have to do much, really. He'd already shucked his coat off and tossed it over the back of his bar stool, but he unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt and rolled them all the way to his elbows anyway. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Freddie pulling his hair up. A smirk twisted his features, a stab of pride washing through him. Atta boy, he thought, ready to turn on his heel and wallop the man sound enough he'd be shitting his teeth out for a week.

Instead, Freddie's hands caught him, stilled him. They froze in time and, brow furrowing, the silver-haired man registered what he was about to do a second too late. Even if he'd wanted to stop him, he couldn't. Freddie was already reeling back and taking a swing and, fuck, what a swing it was. The lummox barely swayed, but he was dazed, and blood trickled down from his nose. The sight was satisfying to watch.

And, then, all hell broke loose.

Someone from the crowd around them shouted, a slur that he was all too familiar with, and the arsehole lunged. He had Freddie round the neck and slammed him into the stools. And Errol saw red. There was no hesitation, even as the bar erupted around them, as he stood, squared his stance off and kicked off the ground in a perfect arch. His dominant leg came up, whip-fast from the left, and slammed across the back of the bloke's head.

The sheer satisfaction of watching him stumble away from Freddie wasn't enough, however. Now, Errol was looking for blood. He'd do his job in a moment. He just wanted another shot at him. Shifting his stance, the Irishman shifted back and then launched into a forward kick. His foot landed square in the man's chest. He stumbled again, backwards this time, and Errol smiled.

The message should have been clear but, if not, he was ready to go a few more rounds.

Around them, fights were breaking out and furniture was being tossed about. Straightening, Errol fished out his badge, palmed it, and got ready to fuck up everyone's evening.

CLAYTON:

The first kick was enough to make William forget about his original problem, one that he had not been convinced was completely dealt with yet. The second kick sent him tumbling backward over a table and crashing to the floor.

As the brawl rushed in around them, William became separated from the couple. His head throbbed. With one hand gingerly guarding the sore spot on the back of his skull, he stumbled his way over to the far wall. Steadying himself for a moment, it took all his concentration to calm a severe wave of nausea-- a clear sign of a being concussed.

Sensing something to his left, William snapped his attention to the man he caught in his peripheral. Claude. Gaston’s meek, nosy friend.

William was breathing heavily, all of his senses on fire. With grunts and screams echoing across the bar he recalled Claude’s attitude towards him earlier: dismissive. Like he didn’t respect William... Most men were intimidated or awed by him, but he was seldom simply overlooked.

Livid at the notion that he hadn’t landed a hit on his second attacker, William ached to hit the closest thing to him. With an evil smile curling around his lips, he grabbed Claude by the collar, and without exchanging so much as one word, he decked him. A solid shiner on the left eye, one hit across the face, and then he dropped the sorry man. Straightening up, William took a deep breath, re-broke his nose back into place, and then walked back into the fight.

CLAUDE:

The priest had been watching the altercation across the bar from a distance, eyes drawn there originally by Gaston's purposeful commentary. He had originally come to the bar that evening to visit with his friend, perhaps study for his upcoming exams. What he had not expected, however, was the surly man Gaston had latched onto to be there. He certainly hadn't expected to be accosted, either, though Clayton's entire being reeked of self-importance and booze.

A pitiful combination and a cowardly one, at that. It reminded Claude so viscerally of Laurent that the man had found himself shying away, purposefully avoiding that side of the bar all evening. He'd listened as Clayton and, following his poor example, Gaston spoke ill of not only the magicks in town but of numerous other "ingrates." Though Clayton hadn't used the word (and Claude wondered if he even possessed the vocabulary to understand what it meant, let alone use it) the meaning was there all the same.

When he went after that man in the high heels, Claude's gut sank into the bar floor.

When the man's companion retaliated and the bar erupted into chaos Claude's heart leapt into his throat. He would have stayed where he was, away from the fight that had his hands shaking and his anxiety skyrocketing, but another patron had been thrown into his table. The priest scrambled away only to be dragged up into the air by his collar. He could see above the crowd, the sea of fists, and was staring into the pure malice of Clayton's face.

Whatever he had done to incite such a reaction (beyond ignore him entirely), Claude flinched away from the man's fist as it came crashing into his face, a blow that cut open the skin across his cheekbone and had his left eye throbbing in pain. If he'd had his glasses on, they would have shattered. From the feeling of it, he knew from experience that it would swell and that his face would be mottled black and blue come the morning.

Temporarily unbalanced, the priest crumpled to the floor. He narrowly missed another patron's booted foot kicking him in the groin. It caught his ribs instead with a harsh thud! Curling in on himself and breathing shallowly now from the pain, Claude dragged himself upwards and towards the bar.

He didn't realize there were glass shards caught in his hands, falling from his clothing, from the bottles and glasses that had been smashed by the brawl.

GASTON:

The barman watched the scene quickly unfold in front of him. He'd seen fights before. Two separate people on two separate occasions had had their ears bitten off outside his pub. But they tended to be small things. If people got involved, they got involved because they were good friends of the participants. And if he got involved, it was only to take bets from the gathering crowd of onlookers. He'd never seen a fight like this. Likely, he imagined, because the best part of his patrons had been coming since it opened, another part had been dragged along as wives and children of said patrons, and the rest had come for a cheap but relatively tasty meal. Or so he thought. Apparently today they'd decided to air their age old grievances with the crowd.

An American movie style brawl. The first and probably the last in the bar's history.

He would have laughed if it wasn't for the crunch of a table halfway across the room and the sight of someone picking up their plate and stepping back from the impending doom as their peas tumbled across the floor. Well, and the shame. The little voice in his head that sounded like his mother but was probably actually just the shadow of his conscience sighed. 'This was supposed to be a family pub,' it said. 'How do you expect ladies to want to come here when you let things like this-'

The thought was cut off however by the sight of the priest raising into the air, acquiring a nice purple bruise and falling back into the crowd. Gaston found him a moment later scrambling across the floor towards the bar and, when he was in arm's reach, hauled him by the scruff of his shirt over the counter.

Boy o' boy would there be some reckoning.

He was already writing the banning notices in his head and totting up the furniture and utensils he was going to be putting on a certain Frederick's tab. And that was the least of it.

But for the moment, he crouched with the priest, his fingers taking his chin and pulling back his hair a little to expose the damage. He'd seen a hard punch and received a few himself. It looked bad. Worse than bad. Even so, it wasn't life threatening.

"Stay there," he grunted, pulling the crow bar that his father had kept under the bar for events like this and thought for a moment on what exactly he was going to do.

ERROL:

The chaos that had erupted around him and Freddie, while separating the two a bit, also kept that arsehole away from the other man. That was fine with him. But he also figured that, without Freddie or Errol himself to beat on, the bloke would find another target. Call it a bit of a hunch but he'd been around the block a time or two. He knew his type. If you couldn't hit one weaker person, you hit another. Made you feel powerful or some such bollocks.

To Errol, it was cowardly.

The sheriff was proven right or, at least, he thought he was. He could see the priest scrambling across the bar floor when there was a break in the mob. Though he was a bit away from him, Errol could plainly see the already swelling face and the blood, the cuts and the fear in his eyes. Something glazed over, like. It was a look he'd seen countless times, for different reasons, and it made anger well up in his belly.

The priest was pulled behind the bar by the owner and Errol made a mental note to ask the man how he was fairing after this was all cleaned up.

His badge was still in his hand but Errol had to shove it into the front pocket of his jeans. Needed both hands to be able to push through the crowd. If he needed to he was gonna hop up on the ruddy bar to get their attention. And that was his plan until someone laid into him from the side, a right hook that caught him on the chin. It barely moved him, really, but it pissed him off. He just wanted to get back to Freddie and he considered ignoring it but he knew the dumbarse might be drunk enough to try to follow.

"Swing at me again, boyo, I dare yah," he growled, eyes bright with anger. Whatever the man saw on his face made him back away, but the snarl stayed as he stalked the way he'd been heading, a fair bit satisfied that his old commander's voice had worked.

FREDDIE:

Freddie wasn’t sure where Errol was in the mob, but it had been a long time since he’d been in a proper bar fight, and now he just wanted blood. He broke the nose of the man that pulled his hair, broke the foot of the one that went for his gut, and almost clawed an eye out of the man who spat at him. He could taste blood, and feel his cheek split and throbbing, but he felt alive.

He was laughing, high and loud, spitting blood at the floor and continuing to laugh, adrenaline coursing through him at a brutal pace. It was chaos. Absolute warfare. No matter how feminine he presented, the testosterone, the drive to conquer had taken a front seat in his mind. So after a brief pause for breath, and with his mascara smudged down his face, he dove back into the fight. He heard Errol snarl from somewhere close behind him and for a moment was sobered by the thought of how much trouble he’d be in when all of this calmed down.

MAX:

Max was technically off duty. Not by much, but technically he was off duty. He fancied a drink, and knew Gaston’s was a sound place. Not many women or men interested in men, but Max wasn’t out on the pull, he just wanted a quiet pint and a de-stress from the mountain of paperwork he’d had to endure today. He knew Errol would only be breathing down his neck if he didn’t get it done.

Max could hear a ruckus from outside, but hadn’t realised he was stepping right into World War Three.

So much for a quiet pint.

He saw Errol’s head bob up out of the fray and elbowed his way through the jumped-up wannabe Hard Men™ to grab his boss by the shoulder of his shirt. “Oi, need some backup?” He asked, catching sight of Gaston as well, giving him a certain nod to let him know he had things under control now… or would do, shortly.

GASTON:

With his head just above the line of the bar, Gaston spotted the policeman enter the pub, meeting his gaze for a moment. From what he could tell, there were at least two of them. Though he wasn't sure he trusted either of them to slow the crowd down. There were too many people and not enough of them.

Besides, he had his part to play and he wanted to hit at least one person for ruining his bar.

After a moment's breath, he leapt onto the counter, wielding the crowbar and staring into the middle of the crowd. "OKAY!" He yelled, though at first, no one turned. So he picked up a glass and threw it directly at the head of a nearby patron. "I SAID. O. K."

For a second the noise lulled as a few heads turned his way and he gave the weapon a demonstrative swing. "IF YOU ALL DON'T STOP THIS SHIT RIGHT NOW, I'M GONNA COME DOWN THERE AND START BREAKING SOME KNEECAPS." His jaw twitched. "AND JUST FOR REFERENCE, THAT'LL BE AFTER THOSE BASTARDS HAVE ARRESTED YOU."

Clayton:

It was too easy.

William grabbed the collar of one bloke and punched his lights out, knocking him into two more sorry fools. He had lost track of who his friends were supposed to be in this fight and who he should’ve been aiming for.

But that was the best kind of fight, wasn’t it? A free for all.

It meant anyone who came within a five-foot radius of him was getting hit.

From what he could tell, the worst of his injuries was a cut on the back of his head. Some idiot had smashed a glass against his skull. “Are you trying to turn this into a knife fight?” He had roared in a blind rage as he threw the man over the bar, smashing… too much glass in the process.

Suddenly someone in the background was bellowing. Usually a sign of someone wanting a challenge, or that the police had shown up.

He looked up to see it was Gaston.

Deciding that the fight, or at least the better part of it, was over, William dropped the guy he’d been holding up about to punch. Wiping the blood from his nose with the back of his sleeve, William sniffed and waited for Gaston’s cue.

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GASTON:

The next hour passed in a blur of silver stars and blue uniforms, all of whom he was trying his best to avoid. And too, it seemed, were the best part of the pub's patrons - bloodied and blue and running home to bed. They'd never find all of them and for that he was thankful. After all, police were bad for the health.

He waited until the sheriff was out of the building and slowly pulled the door to, trying not to think about just what the inside of his bar would look like when he turned around.

"Fuuuuuuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk."

#cnvos #bar-awling #convos claude #convos freddie #convos errol #tw: violence #tw: gore #tw: blood #tw: sexism

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6th song of Clara Peya’s album Estómac: El teu refugi (“Your refuge”) for @toofarforgotten90. Lyrics in Catalan and translation to English:

Et penses que estàs sola You think you are alone

però et veig per un forat but I see you through a hole

mentre el temps s'atura i l'espai es converteix en il·limitat. while time stops and space becomes unlimited.

T'ha costat, tens molta gent parlant It’s been difficult for you, you have a lot of people talking

però has marxat but you left

només el cos resta congelat only the body remains frozen

i amb ulls de gat et cerques and with cat’s eyes you look for yourself

no saps què estàs buscant you don’t know what you’re looking for

i jo et segueixo la mirada and I follow you with my glance

al teu refugi que m'agrada tant to your refuge which I like so much

m'invento que una altra vida va ser un poema que no funciona I make up that in another life it was a poem that doesn’t work

i els teus ulls amaguen coses que només saben les ones. and your eyes hide things that only the waves know.

Digue'm què volen els teus ulls, Tell me what your eyes want,

I digue'm què troben a faltar, And tell me what they miss,

Digue'm què hi ha a l'horitzó Tell me what is in the horizon

que et du sense retorn that takes you with no return

més lluny del meridià. farther than the meridian.

I amb les pupil·les dilatades And with dilated pupils

trenques les parets del bar you break the walls of the bar

són dues fletxes disparades, they’re two shot arrows,

necessiten veure el mar. they need to see the sea.

Pou immens on els records es fan presents en un instant An immense well where the memories appear for an instant

i aquells records que t'asfixiaven and those memories that asphyxiated you

aquí tenen tot l'espai here have all the room

per plorar si cal to cry, if needed,

o callar or go silent

veig que ens els teus ulls hi ha massa coses que no es poden explicar I see that in your eyes there are too many things that cannot be explained

per trobar tanta bellesa en el dolor to find so much beauty in pain

que quan parlen les fissures that when the fissures speak

l'iris canvia de color. the iris changes colour.

Digue'm què volen els teus ulls, Tell me what your eyes want,

I digue'm què troben a faltar, And tell me what they miss,

Digue'm què hi ha a l'horitzó Tell me what is in the horizon

que et du sense retorn that takes you with no return

més lluny del meridià. to the other side of the meridian.

Portes l'iris tatuat You have your iris tattooed

per una vivència del passat by an experience from the past

que tu no pots ni recordar which you can’t even remember

però et fa sentir aquest buit but it makes you feel this emptiness

que només omple el més enllà. which only the Great Beyond can fill.

Digue'm què volen els teus ulls, Tell me what your eyes want,

Què troben a faltar els teus ulls. what your eyes miss.

Els teus ulls. Your eyes.

Digue'm. Tell me.

#clara peya #music #mine #català

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Post-rock & Post-metal: The 50 Best Releases of 2018 [THE LARGER SHORTLIST OF ALMOST 300]

This coming Monday, 17th of December, we’ll publish our selection of the 50 best post-rock and post-metal releases to come out of 2018. There were over 700 releases on our original list, which was later narrowed down to a shortlist of nearly 300. The upcoming “50 Best” list was culled from this shortlist of nearly 300 releases, which you can see below if you want to use it for some purpose. 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The way to Clear Cache throughout Laptop

If you need to choose your laptop computer run faster, you have to learn how to clear cache memory inside the laptop. This procedure will free upwards disk space plus stop the pc coming from running slowly. The laptop's cache will be a collection of temporary files that will Windows creates. By simply clearing the cache, you will acquire more disk space for other programs and data. In order to clear the cache in your laptop, adhere to these steps. Right after completing the steps in the preceding paragraph, your computer ought to be fast plus stable again. The first step is to clear the particular system protection system and choose "Clear My Cache". Hitting this option will delete all the particular cache files on your PC. Take note that this will likely delete all restore points except the newest a single. You should in that case restart your laptop computer. After the reboot, your pc will work faster mainly because it features less cache. Once the PC provides cleared the voile, you should be able to install the newest improvements. The second stage is to open up the Internet Explorer in addition to click the "Clear Cache" option. Here, a person can choose time range from typically the last two hrs to the most recent day. Choosing the "All" option will delete just about all the data on your PC. If you simply want to clean up the cache, click on on "Clear Today. " The last phase is to push the keys Control, shift, and de at the exact same time. The third step is to delete any voile files. To accomplish this, get to the start out menu and search "disk clean up" - press the Windows key and up. R to open the Run menus and select the particular Temp folder. Double-click this folder and select "Delete" to get rid of the files. Typically the process is simple plus quick. You will be able commence downloading and putting in new software upon your computer. Any time you're finished, your computer will improve your speed than ever. In order to clear the cache about the laptop, make use of the Windows settings option in the configurations menu. Here, an individual can delete typically the files that a person don't need. Within Windows 10, a person can click "Clear All Data in addition to Settings" to delete all the information on your computer. By carrying out this, you'll become able to browse the web without any kind of problems. If a person have trouble getting rid of files, you could press the Change key and strike enter.

To clean the cache around the laptop, you can easily open the Disc Cleanup application by simply pressing the House windows key + Ur and typing "%temp%". It will open the Temp file. Next, click the particular Ctrl key in addition to del keys to delete files in your computer. Once you've finished the process, you can browse your current computer faster. By simply clearing cache memory, you can restore the laptop to some sort of faster state plus keep it up to be able to date. To clear out the cache on typically the laptop, you may use typically the Windows system options. You can also use a third-party application to clear the cache. You can likewise download a document manager application coming from a website and even install it about your PC. Simply by downloading the data file manager, you'll get able to handle your Windows system's cache more properly. The application will likewise clean your computer's registry. However , you may find that your strategy is not really as fast while you want it in order to be. To clear the cache on your own laptop, use the particular system settings-menu and even search for "System Protection. " Presently there, you can select the system drive and select System Protection. To obvious the cache, click the Start button after which choose the option named System Safety. Then, click in the System Push. After that, you will see the entire cached memory on the laptop. If a person have lots of recover points, you are able to erase all of these people. Laptops Under 70000 In order to the Ã©clipse on the notebook computer, open the method settings menu and simply click on the Program Protection icon. Generally there, click on System Protection and pick System Drive. Once you have picked the drive, simply click on "Clear your cache". In this particular window, select "Cache" and even click OK. This specific will clear each of the cache data on your own laptop. When might completed this action, the device will end up being faster. Once you've cleared the cache, you are able to continue using the program.

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Star Sightings: Katie Holmes Stylishly Steps Out, Gabrielle Union & Dwyane Wade Party With Rick Ross & More!

The temps are starting to heat up and celebs' sartorial styles aren't cooling down! Katie Holmes rocked a pretty navy blue asymmetrical JD Williams jumpsuit for a photo shoot in New York City.

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Heidi Klum went even bolder, topping her outfit with a bright green “Henny Faux Fur” trench coat from KUT from the Cloth while on the set of Germany's Next Top Model in Santa Monica, California, in early June. The 45-year-old model’s stylist, Rob Zangardi, originally got the jacket as a gift for Cara Delevingne, but Klum fell in love with it, so he gave it to her instead!

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Shay Mitchell kept warm in some, well, not-so-cold temps by layering with a jacket by Canadian designer Ellie Mae. “When it’s 52° in the morning and mid-70s by lunchtime, a faux fur jacket with a crop top, seems sensible👌,” the Pretty Little Liars alum joked on Instagram on June 6.

When it’s 52° in the morning and mid-70s by lunchtime, a faux fur jacket with a crop top, seems sensible👌🏽

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Younger star Nico Tortorella rocked the Teva Hurricane XLT-2 when he stopped by the shoe brand’s Festival Gifting Suite at New York City’s Extra Butter on May 30.

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Cara Santana donned a pretty burnt orange dress for POPSUGAR x Winemaker's Selection Launch at A.O.C in Los Angeles on May 24.

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On fashion's biggest night, the 2018 CFDA Fashion Awards in New York City on June 4, Rosario Dawson was among the celebs who snagged a complimentary LYFT to get home safely following the after-party in New York City.

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And Miles Heizer, Derek Luke, Alisha Boe, Katherine Langford and Dylan Minnette all looked quite nice at the 13 Reasons Why ATAS FYC Event held at Netflix FYSee at Raleigh Studios in Los Angeles on June 1.

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Workouts were on the brain of Hollywood's elite as well.

Jordana Brewster enjoyed a day at the horse stable with her family in Los Angeles last week, where she exclusively revealed her favorite go-to beauty trends to ET. "I love Fascia massages. They really get deep into your muscles, even more than a deep tissue massage. This massage really helps stretch your muscles when you are tight and extra sore," the 38-year-old actress, who works out six days a week, explained. “I am also loving dry brushing because it really gets your circulation and lymphatic system going." The Lethal Weapon star also revealed that "allergies are a challenge all year round" for her. "Whether I’m heading to the Farmers Market with my kids or trying to exercise outdoors, my runny nose and watery eyes can be really disruptive, but, thankfully, I take ZYRTEC to give me consistent allergy relief," she added.

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Also in the City of Angels, American Woman co-stars Kyle Richards and Jennifer Bartels hosted a panel at Flywheel’s Larchmont studio on what it means to be a woman in 2018.

Lauren Katz

Rather than hit the gym, James Franco, New York Mets pitcher Noah Syndergaard and NBA trainer Chris Brickley took in a game, watching the NBA Finals together at The Ainsworth East Village in New York City on June 2.

Andy Cohen was also in the Big Apple, enjoying a birthday lunch with his parents and a friend at Black Tap Craft Burgers & Beer's Midtown Manhattan outpost on June 1, where he ate an All-American Burger and drank seltzer one day before turning the big 5-0. And Michael Kors dined at NYC’s db Bistro Moderne by Daniel Boulud for a quiet lunch with a small group of colleagues on June 1, enjoying restaurant classics like the Original DB Burger and the Peekytoe Crab & Avocado Tartine.

There were plenty of parties and performances going on not just in New York and Hollywood, but Las Vegas and Miami as well.

Fresh off a romantic vacay, Gabrielle Union and Dwyane Wade partied with Rick Ross at Rockwell Nightclub in Miami Beach on June 2.

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Hailee Steinfeld and birthday girl Normani were in the audience for the Jennifer Lopez: All I Have residency at Zappos Theater at Planet Hollywood Resort & Casino in Las Vegas on May 30, posting snaps to social media as they took in the show.

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Logic returned to the stage at Drai’s Nightclub atop The Cromwell in Las Vegas on June 1, wowing the crowd with hits like “Everyday” and “1-800-273-8255.” After his show, which was taken in by the likes of San Francisco wide receiver Pierre Garcon, Oakland Raiders wide receiver Martavis Bryant and DJ Henry Fong, the rapper chilled in a stageside VIP booth with friends.

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Jhene Aiko also had a big night out at The Cromwell over the weekend, celebrating a friend’s bachelorette party at an exclusive dancefloor booth during her boyfriend, Big Sean’s, performance at Drai’s LIVE.

Tyga closed out Memorial Day weekend on May 27 at Oxford Social Club at Pendry San Diego, performing his hits like “Rack City” and “Faded” and inviting a few partygoers onstage when he introduced his new single, “Taste.”

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Rapper Pusha-T hosted Beats by Dre's Governors Ball party at PHD Rooftop Lounge at Dream Downtown in New York City on June 1, ending his performance with “Infrared,” the song that started the recent drama between him and Drake.

Ty Dolla $ign got the crowd pumped at Jammcard's private JammJam event at Capitol Records in Los Angeles on June 3.

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Ben Rector hit the stage at a Spotify Secret Show at Nashville’s Bits & Pieces Antique Boutique on May 23, performing songs like "Brand New" and "When a Heart Breaks" off his upcoming album, Magic, which drops June 22.

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Betty Who performed at Moonlight Rollerway in Los Angeles to celebrate the launch of Henry’s Hard Sparkling Water.

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And Antonio Banderas hopped in the DJ booth during the Miami Fashion Week Designers Dinner at the Doheny Room at Delano on May 31.

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Plenty more stars were out and about for fun events. Lauren Bushnell and her pals attended a brunch at Skin Laundry's new headquarters in Newport Beach's Lido Marina Village on June 4 to celebrate the launch of her new wine line, Dear Rosé, just a few days ahead of National Rosé Day.

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Paris Hilton chatted with fellow dog advocate Megan O'Brien about her hound accessory, the Dogipack, during a wellness event at her mom, Kathy Hilton’s, home in Bel-Air, California, on May 26.

Katrina Bowden celebrated the opening of the La Fete french cocktail bar, a new hot spot from IB Hospitality Founder Rohan Talwar, in West Hollywood on May 31.

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Tamera Mowry was the keynote speaker at Fashion Mamas: Mamas Making It Summit at the Line Hotel in Los Angeles on June 3.

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Mom-to-be Christine Lakin showed off her growing baby bump at Neocell presents Bloom Summit by New Bloom Media, sponsored by Mychelle Beauty, Radar Roller and more, at the Beverly Hilton in Beverly Hills on June 2.

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After all that fun comes some R&R!

Actress Leven Rambin enjoyed a late 28th birthday celebration with boyfriend Tilky Jones at Aqua Beach Resort Cancun in late May, enjoying the beach and lounge around their Presidential Suite’s rooftop hot tub and leaving the resort to explore the Mayan ruins in nearby Tulum and Cenote Chaak Tun in Playa del Carmen during their week-long stay.

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Red Hot Paris’ Ashley Hutson snapped a selfie with a clean-shaven Robert Pattinson at Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris, France, on June 1.

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Real Housewives of New Jersey star Melissa Gorga visited plastic surgeon Dr. Ramtin Kassir for Botox and Photo-Facial procedures in early June.

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Plus, Kyle Busch’s wife, Samantha Busch, grabbed new Walmart Family Mobile smartphones from a Walmart in Charlotte, North Carolina.

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For even more must-see star sightings, click through the gallery below.

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Res està escrit, by the Valencian rap band Atupa. I love this song and I’ve wanted to share it for a long time, so finally here it is! The song is very cheerful and always makes me feel good, I hope you all like it as much as I do ^^

Here’s the original lyrics in Valencian/Catalan and the translation to English.

Estic cansat de fer plans, I’m tired of making plans,

d’oblidar el que va passant en el precís moment, of forgetting what is happenning in that exact moment,

pensant en què passarà, on estarem, thinking of what will happen, where will we be,

quan tinc fred vull calor i quan és estiu vull que arribe l’hivern. when I’m cold I want heat and when it’s summer I want winter to come. Mai estic content amb el que passa, I’m never happy with what happens,

cansat de perdre el hui per pensar en el demà, tired of losing today thinking about tomorrow,

que no vull desaprofitar més anys I don’t want to waste more years

que vaig a disfrutar de tots els instants. I’m going to enjoy every instant.

(Chorus:)

Que allò que esperes és algo que està absent, That thing you wait for is absent,

però el present és teu, deixa’t endur, but the present is yours, let it take you,

que tot passa com si no hagués passat, everything happens as if it hadn’t happened,

ei tu, que la llibertat no està envoltada per murs. hey you, freedom is not surrounded by walls.

Lluitem pel que ens quede per fer, Let’s fight for what we have left to do,

vull fer-ho tot hui per si no hi ha un demà, I want to do it all today in case there’s no tomorrow,

els somnis són teus, compleix-los i creu, the dreams are yours, make them true and believe,

sols vull gaudir de tot els temps que em queda. I only want to enjoy all the time that I have left. Em queda el record dels qui ja no estan I still have the memory of those who aren’t with us anymore

la incertesa de qui seria jo, si estigueren al meu costat, the uncertainty of who would I be if they were next to me,

sóc jove, en constant aprenentatge, I’m young, constantly learning,

i està bé saber que he comés infinitat d’errades. and it’s okay to know that I have made an infinity of mistakes.

Seguiré lluitant per la meua parla, I will keep fighting for my language,

els meus projectes, tot el que estem construint, my projects, everything we’re building,

que no tinc germans de sang però si de tinta ‘cause I don’t have brothers of blood but I do have [brothers] of ink

i ganes de menjar-me el món amb el poc que tinc. and I feel like taking on the world with the little I have.

Que vull sentir la pluja al dormir, sentir-me viu, I want to feel the rain as I sleep, feel myself alive,

somriure quan el mal s’apodere de mi, smile when wrong takes over me,

adonar-me de què hi ha un terme mig, realise that there’s a middle point,

lluitant pels ideals que m’han fet estar ací. fighting for the ideals that made me be here. (Chorus)

Que no em vaig a preocupar pel que la gent pense de mi, I’m not going to worry about what people think of me,

un fracàs és un lliçó, tan sols vull sentir-me viu, a failure is a lesson, I only want to feel alive,

que vull volar, amb la música donant-me l’impuls, I want to fly, with music driving me,

si sóc qui sóc és per la gent que m’envolta, i tu? if I am who I am it’s for the people who surround me, and you?

vine amb mi a compartir el camí come with me to share the path

de forats i pedres que ja ens proposàrem seguir, of holes and stones that we intended to follow,

que la por ja la tenen, la temblor ja la notem. ‘cause they already have the fear, we already feel the trembling.

(Chorus)

I és que la vida va i canvia, And life goes and changes,

res és com pensares ací res està escrit, nothing is as you thought, here nothing has been written

avui serem l’amenaça, today we will be the threat

del temps i la nostàlgia, vull pensar en el hui. of times and melancholy, I want to think of today.

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Guerrero Medina, artista nin utópico nin apocalíptico

Por que no século XXI un creador plástico quere reinterpretar a Velázquez? Será certo que todas e todos os pintores, en conxunto, miran de plasmar o mesmo ao longo dos tempos? Cada pintor –ao tempo-- está toda a vida a facer o mesmo cadro? A Fundació Vila Casas sorprende –outra volta-- cunha antolóxica potente do artista Guerrero Medina. Compromiso social e virtuosismo estético percorren lenzos e outros soportes á procura dos retratos das teimas de cadaquén.

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Guerrero Medina. Camí de l'exili, 1975

Guerrero Medina – El meu compromís. Fundació Vila Casas. Exilis

El seu ofici artístic que es va fonamentar en l’assumpció d’un cert llegat de la tradició expressionista reconfigurada amb una proposta neofigurativa en què el paisatge i la figura humana tenien una centralitat indiscutible, a principis del segle XXI redirigeix el seu esforç i esguard cap a la història amb majúscula, però fixant l’atenció en les conseqüències que els grands esdeveniments històrics tenen sobre les persones. (Jordi Font, 2014).

José María Guerrero Medina (Jaén, 1942), pintor desde os anos sesenta da pasada centuria, é unha persoa sensible afectada polos acontecementos que rodean o seu vivir. Máis ca outros creadores. Na ampla mostra que agora lle dedica a Fundació Vila Casas nos seus Espais Volart --Guerrero Medina–El meu compromís-- hai moitas pezas dunha das súas series máis recentes: Exilis. No ano 2014 o Museu Memorial de l’Exili (MUME), radicado na vila de La Jonquera, fronteira con Francia, organizou precisamente unha mostra de Guerrero Medina co devandito título, e moitas das pezas proveñen da mesma. Cómpre aclarar, tamén, que as orixes desta serie arrinca da mostra Batecs de Memòria que se fixo no Museu d’Història de Catalunya no ano 2001. Desde entón e ata agora estas pezas teñen pasado por outras exposicións.

Guerrero Medina. Muerte de un Miliciano, 2009

Guerrero Medina leu e estudou documentos para coñecer exactamente a traxedia da retirada das tropas e civís republicanos polas fronteiras naqueles xaneiro e febreiro de 1939. Fuxindo da morte segura, e procurando no país que proclamara Liberté, Egalité, Fraternité, unha vida digna, atopáronse recluídos en praias e nas peores condicións. O pintor de Jaén plasma con toda a crueza esas realidades. Na longa serie Exilis, hai fileiras de persoas marchando por camiños de montaña, como formigas. Hai mulleres e homes arrimados a barreiras de arame con espiños buscando a liberdade. Relacionadas coa serie hai todo un estudo da famosa fotografía de Robert Capa, Muerte de un Miliciano, aquel soldado republicano que cae ferido en Cerro Muriano (Córdoba). Nos anos 2011 e 2012 o MNAC programou dúas importantes exposicións temporais sobre as fotografías da Guerra Civil Española de Robert Capa e Gerda Taro (Això és la guerra e mais La Maleta Mexicana). Coas versións en tinta chinesa sobre esta fotografía, Guerrero Medina estuda non as formas externas, senón a dor, a tensión corporal; a alma do soldado caendo. Sobre estes dous grandes fotógrafos (Robert Capa e Gerda Taro) hai publicada unha biografía ben novelada: Esperando a Robert Capa, de Susana Fortes.

Na serie Exilis, o autor de Pintant a Velázquez elabora moitos, moitos retratos de persoas anónimas, de mareas humanas que, con poucos trazos e cores apagados, marchan en ringleiras interminables. Por haber agora na Vila Casas hai ata un recipiente transparente inzado de area da praia de Argelers, areal tristemente coñecido por ser un dos lugares onde os franceses amorearon as persoas que fuxían da represión e do vandalismo. Algunhas das pezas desta serie tan dura están resoltas por vieiros que tamén outros artistas atoparon. É o caso de Anxo Baranga, que no ano 2006 creou varias pezas para a serie Na Procura dun País, nas que tamén se amosan os exilios forzados de tantas e tantas comunidades.

Anxo Baranga. Na Procura dun País, 2006

Guerrero Medina – El meu compromís. Fundació Vila Casas versus MACBA?

Arribats en aquest punt, hi ha qui es compromet a expressar-se segons el camí que li és propi, tot i que no resta aliè als corrents i modes del seu temps, prefereix seguir el curs que li dicta la seva pròpia enegia. Jo hi crec, en aquest compromís. (Guerrero Medina, 2019).

A Fundació Vila Casas, que leva tantos anos facendo unha inmensa traballeira para potenciar as actividades artísticas feitas en Cataluña e en presentar esas creacións ao público, enche agora os andares dos Espais Volart cunha antolóxica, Guerrero Medina–El meu compromís, onde se poden contemplar (e valorar) as realizacións de Guerrero desde os anos 60. En total Vila Casas mostra máis de 120 pezas, a meirande parte son pinturas de grandes dimensións, aínda que tamén están presentes esculturas, acuarelas ou traballos con tinta chinesa.

É doado ir repasando series e, con non estar organizada a mostra polos ditados da cronoloxía, si é posible repasar as evolucións estilísticas deste home que bebeu as realidades rurais xienenses dos anos 40, e posteriores, e que logo veu vivir a Barcelona, coñecendo así outros modos, a industria, etc. E sempre, como el mesmo di, no resta aliè als corrents i modes del seu temps. Por iso non debe estrañar na súa propia evolución estética atoparse con anos de informalismos, mesturados con regresos a certo neofigurativismo tensado. O humanismo propio de Guerrero vaise atopando ao longo das décadas, referenciando a figura humana como o eixo principal de toda a súa produción. É certo que ten devoción pola natureza, pola paisaxe, pero aí está o humano como guieiro dos intereses.

Guerrero Medina. Pintant a Velázquez, 24, 2018

A Fundació Vila Casas está apoderándose do rol que lle corresponde ao MACBA, o Museu d’Art Contemporani de Barcelona?

A Fundació Vila Casas leva anos organizando e programando exposicións temporais de tal envergadura que deberían ser institucións públicas as que executasen esas antolóxicas. Nos últimos anos é de xustiza citar a exposición conmemorativa do décimo aniversario do pasamento de Josep Guinovart que organizou –xunto co museo Guinovart de Agramunt-- a Fundació Vila Casas. Por que non o fixo o MACBA? O ano pasado programou Jaume Xifra. Home, natura, realitat, todo un repaso da vida deste artista; en 2018 tocoulle aquenda a Lita Cabellut. Retrospective, outra exhibición de poderío por parte do mecenas, o señor Antoni Vila Casas.

Ao respecto da realidade actual no mundo da arte en Barcelona, o analista e crítico Sergi Vila-Sanjuán publicou, a mediados do ano pasado, un artigo no suplemento Cultura/s da Vanguardia («¿Qué pasa en el mundo del arte barcelonés?»), no que acusa de pasividade ás institucións públicas de Cataluña, provocada en parte pola “pasividade” (non dedicar recursos económicos) das autoridades políticas. Recomendable lectura. No escrito menciona á Vila Casas como entidade privada que está a facer o que non fan as institucións públicas, e carga as tintas principalmente contra o MACBA. Que está a pasar no MACBA? Pode ser que, desde a “crise da Besta e o Soberano”, a institución non acade os seus espazos, os seus roles? A mentada crise veu provocada pola exhibición, na exposición La Bèstia i el Sobirà, da peza HC4 Transport, da artista Ines Doujak. A tal peza representa a un home, con gran parecido físico ao rei Juan Carlos, sodomizado por unha dirixente mineira boliviana e mais por un lobo. Liouse tal rebumbio que, primeiro retirouse a peza, logo volveuse expor, pero dimitiron (verbo en principio imposible de conxugar en pasiva!) ao director do MACBA, Bartomeu Marí (que agora dirixe un museo en Corea!). Unha censura en toda regra!

Guerrero Medina.Pintant a Velázquez, 11, Esopo, 2018

Guerrero Medina: Pintant a Velázquez

Vaig triar Velázquez –o ell em va triar-- i vaig realitzar prop de vuitanta obres de petit format sobre paper del Nepal. Com tots el temes que engego necessito interioritzar-los per tal de poder fer-los meus, i ser capaç posteriorment d’expressar-los amb la màxima fluïdesa. Vaig triar personatges “velazqueños”, alguns de rellevants però també d’altres de secundaris: les seves cares ampliades amb l’objectiu de la meva mirada pretenia dotar-los d’un protagonisme que probablement no tenien en la pintura original. (Guerrero Medina, 2019).

Conta o artista, nun dos escritos que forman parte do catálogo publicado por Vila Casas co gallo da exposición Guerrero Medina–El meu compromís, que había tempo que lle rondaba polos miolos a idea de xogar a versionar a algúns dos grandes clásicos da pintura. É dicir, penetrar as razóns que levaron a un “mestre” a optar por tal composición, por tales tipos humanos ou aquelas outras paisaxes. Dise “mestre” con toda intencionalidade; no mundo da pintura (como en tantos outros ámbitos da vida) aínda as linguas non teñen a flexibilidade suficiente como para aceptar unha expresión como “mestra da pintura”. E escolleu Diego de Silva y Velázquez. Analizando, estudando os seus personaxes Guerrero foi comprendendo psicoloxías, fenotipos, e –como non!-- mirándose neles, como espello, foi atopando a súa propia imaxe; a imaxe de todos os humanos. E a esencia do traballo artístico.

Guerrero Medina.Mujer en sueño, 1976

Leva razón Guerrero cando afirma que moitos dos personaxes aos que escolle (femininos e masculinos) para traballar nese ano 2018, non son protagonistas dos icónicos lenzos de Velázquez. Por que opta por estes individuos secundarios? A coherencia vital, o compromiso social de Guerrero, encamíñao cara a senda dos perdedores, daqueles dos que en moitos casos descoñecemos ata os seus nomes. Por que, senón, escolle a cabeza da fiandeira que se atopa en primeiro plano á dereita do famoso cadro? Fiandeira que está diante, si, pero á que non se lle ve a face. A pintura de Guerrero vén sendo unha homenaxe ao traballo silandeiro de tantas e tantas xeracións que permitiron (e permiten) a existencia das sociedades.

Unha proposta para Guerrero (ou calquera outro artista con sensibilidade social): facer unha serie sobre Las Kellys, as limpadoras de hoteis, ignoradas, mal pagadas, escravizadas nos templos do luxo.

Na longa serie –excepcional serie, por certo-- Pintant a Velázquez, non falta o can de Las Meninas, nin un dos “compañeiros” (borracho?) de Baco, o que mira de fronte, sorrinte, ao espectador. Que atopou nesa face Guerrero? A simplicidade da ebriedade?, a ironía de quen se sabe camarada dun deus inmortal?

Guerrero Medina.Garrote, 1974

Guerrero Medina – El meu compromís. Fragmentos da Memoria. Denuncias.

Ni utòpic ni apocalíptic sinó conmogut testimoni dels crits, del fred en totes les seves formes i del dolor com a denúncia del fracàs fonamental de l’anima i el cos. Des dels violents “necis” dels anys setanta als fantasmes figuratius i cromàtics de la seva memòria d’inicis del segle XXI, quaranta anys ens contemplen i el mateix fan amb la pintura i l’escultura de Guerrero, ambdues humanistes perquè han percebut que l’home és la criatura més desmesurada mai coneguda fins ara. (M. Vázquez Montalbán, Guerrero Medina, 2004).

O percorrido vital de Guerrero Medina é tan dilatado, foi tan valorado por plumas tan formidables como Vázquez Moltalbán, que é escusado pretender vestir máis os méritos deste artista. As súas series teñen pasado pola introspección persoal e, desde logo, pola observación da realidade social e a toma de posición ante as inxustizas.

Dentro da última categoría, a denuncia, entran de cheo series como Garrote, creada por Guerrero no ano 1974, xusto nos tempos que a ditadura fascista condenaba a morte a Puig Antic, e executábao. Son un mangado de pinturas ao óleo que veñen denunciando ao franquismo con representacións de figura humana, atada a unha cadeira, e co pescozo esnaquizado. Algunhas dos composicións desta serie (como outras máis) danse un aire a figuras confeccionadas por Francis Bacon. Bacon tamén tiña unha querencia especial por Velázquez. Ou foi Velázquez quen escolleu aos dous pintores?

Guerrero Medina.Retrato de mi padre, 1978

Respecto daquelas creacións nas que domina o traballo introspectivo, a reflexión persoal, Guerrero pode presentar Fragments de la Momòria, serie elaborada hai poucos anos e na que o pintor imponse o reto de deixarse levar polo que a súa propia memoria lle dita. Así comeza a riscar imaxes sobre unha superficie, deixando que vaian saíndo, para logo permitir que a linguaxe artística e a acumulación de lembranzas acaben resolvendo a composición que vén saíndo polas beiras dun surrealismo persoal, con fondos uniformes, neutros, e figuras ben definidas, con certas choscadelas ao que definira de Chirico nas súas metafísicas composicións.

Outro tanto vén acontecendo coa serie Retratos de soledades. Esta serie, de final dos anos 70 ten, como case todas, unha uniformidade formal e compositiva: sobre unha tela de 100x80 cms. e un fondo relativamente uniforme, que vai dos ocres aos verdosos, amosa –na parte central inferior-- o torso dunha persoa definida con cores escuros. Persoa que, deste xeito, vese diminuída, rebaixada nas súas proporcións ante a inmensidade do fondo uniforme que a rodea e –semella- a esmaga cara baixo. Son realmente retratos de soidade, retratos existencialistas. Anacos de realidade nos que o peso da vida sobre os ombreiros é tan oneroso que as figuras déixanse afundir na súa conformación máis terreña, máis material. Desta serie a obra máis coñecida –e a máis representativa-- é Retrato de mi padre, 1978. Observando a pintura do medio corpo sentado en cadeira de enea, é fácil chegar a unha cova xienense onde esa persoa remoe as soidades nese ventre terreal.

Lito Caramés

EXPOSICIÓN: Guerrero Medina – El meu compromís

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I just realized that not only have I not translated a song from Txarango’s new album, I have somehow not even translated a single Txarango song on here *gasp* so to make up for both of these unforgivable faults I present to you “Somriurem” (“We Will Smile”). I choose this song specifically because it’s a good example of a more modern rumba catalana (although traditional stuff is great or possibly better), and because I think this song might have the best lyrics on the entire album (close call here, there’s a lot of good songs). If y'all want, I will not hesitate to translate the entire album and every song ever written by Txarango, but I’ll just do this one to start. Enjoy!

Somriurem quan tot falli. We’ll smile when all else fails Abraçarem el temps junts quan el món s'encalli. We’ll embrace time together when the world becomes quiet. Somriurem quan tot falli. We’ll smile when all else fails. Guardo una vida a cada instant. I keep a life from every instant.

La rosada ha estès el seu vel fred i humit. The dew has stretched out its cold and damp veil. A poc a poc ha anat quedant buida la plaça. Slowly the square has emptied. Guardarem un bon record d'aquesta nit We’ll always have fond memories of tonight quan sota els estels tot el poble ballava. when under the stars the whole village was dancing.

Que ens adormi suau la calma de l'estiu Let the calm of summer put us softly to sleep mentre el sol desperta els cims de les muntanyes while the sun awakes the mountain tops i desplega a poc a poc tots els camins. and all the roads slowly meander off. I per les finestres es projecta l'alba. And the dawn is projected on the windows.

Hem anat veient el pas dels anys We’ve watched the passing of the years i pels que vénen seguirem cantant. and we’ll keep singing in the ones to come.

Mentre caigui el sol ens banyarem al riu. While the sun is setting we’ll bathe in the river. Tornarem a poc a poc fins a la casa Slowly, we’ll return home vorejant els camps que ens coneixen per dins, along fields that know us inside-out, ens han vist somiar des de petits fins ara. that have seen us grow from children to now.

Hem anat veient el pas dels anys We’ve watched the passing of the years i pels que vénen seguirem cantant. and we’ll keep singing in the ones to come.

Porto carregada per tu aquesta cançó; I carry this song loaded for you; bales de futur que espanten les pors. bullets of the future to scare away your fears. Porto carregada per tu aquesta cançó; I carry this song loaded for you; bales de futur, el crit dels tambors. bullets of the future, the beat of the drums.

#txarango is life #but it took me a while to accept this album and really come to like it #trobo molt a faltar en tito #music #translation #catalan #catalan:general #catalan:music #catalan:translation #general:music #general:translation

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Translated Catalan songs: Quan Caminàvem by Aspencat

Last time I translated a more traditional song, so now I come back with a modern pop/ska song by the Valencian band Aspencat. This is a love song that talks about Valencia, the oppression its culture and people have gone through, and their resistance against it. Hope you like it!

The original lyrics in Catalan and their translation to English under the cut!

Quan caminàvem per la desobediència When we walked for disobedience

Quan tu i jo teníem somnis rebels When you and I had rebel dreams

Quan sobreviure forma part de l'essència When surviving is part of the essence

A la meua terra hi ha una pluja d'estels In my land there’s a meteor shower

Quan caminàvem pels carrers de València When we walked through the streets of Valencia

Quan tu i jo teníem somnis rebels When you and I had rebel dreams

I amb poemes d'amor bastíem la resistència. And with love poems we constructed resistance.

Per camins d'horta sembrada avancem We advance through paths of sown fields [“horta” refers especifically to the typical fields of the Valencian Country]

Enyorem un temps que no s'ha viscut encara Missing a time that has’t yet been lived

Un passat de lluita accelerada A past of accelerated fight

Assaig d'una esperança que camina fermament Rehearsal of a hope that walks firmly

I transforma aquest present. And transforms this present. El Cabanyal que resisteix El Cabanyal [neighbourhood in the city of València] resisting

Hui no tinc cap dubte, hui t'estime encara més Today I have no doubt, today I love you even more

Hui vull fer l'amor de matinada Today I want to make love in the daybreak

Hui voldria ser un gran deixeble d'Estellés Today I would like to be a great disciple of Estellés [Valencian poet]

Veig murals a les parets. I see murals on the walls.

Saps que no vull glòria ni riqueses You know I don’t want glory nor wealth

No vull cartes de promeses enfonsades en el mar I don’t want letters of promises sank in the sea

Que no vull palaus ni vull princeses I don’t want palaces nor princesses

No vull plors, ni vull tristeses. Comencem a caminar. I don’t want cries, nor sorrows. Let’s start walking.

Quan caminàvem per la desobediència When we walked for disobedience

Quan tu i jo teníem somnis rebels When you and I had rebel dreams

Quan sobreviure forma part de l'essència When surviving is part of the essence

A la meua terra hi ha una pluja d'estels In my land there’s a meteor shower Quan caminàvem pels carrers de València When we walked through the streets of Valencia

Quan tu i jo teníem somnis rebels When you and I had rebel dreams

I amb poemes d'amor bastíem la resistència. And with love poems we constructed resistance. Fins un nou combat. Until a new fight. Quan l'Albufera ens sostenia When L’Albufera [lake in the Valencian Country] held us

Una vela llatina navegava contra el vent A Latin sail navigated against the wind

Amb la memòria empresonada With jailed memory

Els punys i les corbelles sobre sendes de paper The fists and sickles on paper paths

Creix la flor del taronger The orange tree’s flower grows Davant les torres de Serrans In front of the Gates of Serrans

El nostre amor serà la clau que obri tots els panys Our love will be the key to open all locks

Dels portals d'una València Of the entrances of a Valencia

On sona la freqüència del cor de Benimaclet Where the frequence of Benimaclet’s heart sounds

Amb Tereses i Bassets With Teresas and Bassets.