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Mantegna, The Resurrection, 1457–59, Tempera on wood, Musée des Beaux-Arts de Tours. Handling the resurrection Purchase this and other timeless New Criterion essays in our hard-copy reprint series. Today, George Frideric Handel is most famous for his oratorio Messiah, which is a mainstay of the Christmas repertoire across the Western world.But well before Messiah premiered in Dublin in 1742, Handel was already an international sensation.
A. M. Juster - The New Criterion
Sign into your account Become a subscriber Current subscribers may register for online access. A. M. Juster‘s two newest books are Girlatee (Paul Dry Books) and Petrarch’s Canzoniere (Liveright). From Petrarch’s “Canzoniere” Harbingers To my dear friend M. J. Jackson, a disparager of this treatise from Book II, Satire VI From Horace’s “Satires”
Duncan Stroik - The New Criterion
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Spencer A. Klavan - The New Criterion
Sign into your account Become a subscriber Current subscribers may register for online access. Spencer A. Klavan is an associate editor of the Claremont Review of Books and the host of the Young Heretics podcast. Poetry: a special section A phenomenal poet Books by Spencer A. Klavan
James Matthew Wilson - The New Criterion
Sign into your account Become a subscriber Current subscribers may register for online access. James Matthew Wilson’s most recent book of poems is Saint Thomas and the Forbidden Birds (Word on Fire). Poetry: a special section The weight of Seamus Heaney Tucson hospital, waiting room T. S. Eliot’s still point Farewell to Berwyn On being ill On a box of rainbow sprinkles Passover
Three Spanish poems
Birds in flight that trace a floating arc, endlessly crossing the blue, boundless sky, stirring the air with a lamenting cry and vanish hurriedly without a mark, are love and joy and glory passing by. What are the thousand thousand generations shining and then descending into night, that come to birth and die, in countless nations? Birds in flight. How useless, O unhappy hearts in pain, to bind yourselves to earth as with a chain.
“From Petrarch’s ‘Canzoniere’” by A. M. Juster
A soul had been created in a place three days before to care for things both new and high, and to detest what people prize. As yet unsure about her fated course, alone, young, intellectual, and free, one spring she entered the exquisite woods. A tender flower blossomed in those woods the day before, its root deep in a place unreachable by any soul still free, for there were slipknots of a form so new and pleasing that they speeded up the course, so losing liberty there was a prize.
Jillian Becker - The New Criterion
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Parsing the Peloponnesian War
Michael Sweerts, Plague in an Ancient City, 1650–52, Oil on canvas, Los Angeles County Museum of Art. Parsing the Peloponnesian War Purchase this and other timeless New Criterion essays in our hard-copy reprint series. Traduttore, traditore; translator, traitor. The Italian claim is hyperbolic, but it cannot wholly be gainsaid.
Artist with a Camera
Photographer Eve Arnold was born in Philadelphia in 1912, the fifth of nine children of a not very well-off rabbi. She died in London 100 years later, world-renowned. When, in middle age, her work was exhibited in the museums and public galleries of London, New York, and other great cities, eager viewers would form long lines in the streets. Her genius was to reveal a life in a pictured moment, the flavor of a culture in a single frozen scene.
Recollections and a Relic of Sylvia Plath
Fifty-seven years ago Sylvia Plath spent the last days of her life at my house in Islington, London, went home and killed herself. Very early in the morning she turned on the gas in her oven, laid a folded cloth on its floor and her head on the cloth, and died. She was thirty years old, as also was I. A week or so later a woman journalist with Time magazine came to ask me about Sylvia’s last days.
Simone Weil: A saint for our time by Jillian Becker
Simone Weil in Versaille. August 23, 2002, will be the fifty-ninth anniversary of the death of Simone Weil, a French Jew revered by many Christians as an uncanonized saint. Exegetes of diverse faiths (and none) have written at length about her mystical meditations.
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