I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas: they've gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.
Emily Bronte
Wuthering Heights

zaterdag 21 juli 2012

Variations sur les portraits d’Emily Brontë

 Dorothy Black en Emily Brontë © Alfred Sangster

Il n’existe que deux portraits officiels d’Emily Brontë, tous les deux peints par son frère Branwell. Certains artistes s’inspirent de l’un ou l’autre de ces tableaux d’époque afin de créer de nouvelles représentations de la célèbre auteure du roman Les Hauts de Hurlevent (Wuthering Heights). Je publie ici celles qui me semblent les plus intéressantes. Dans un premier temps, voici celles  inspirées du portrait de profil d’Emily :

See more portraits on Soeurs Bronte

Flea, bassist from the Red Hot Chili Pepper


We knew that Flea, bassist from the Red Hot Chili Peppers, was a true Brontëite  (check previous posts) but now we has done a step further releasing a solo EP named after Helen Burns character in Jane Eyre:
Flea
Helen Burns
Hi people who like The Red Hot Chili Peppers! I love you a lot! Mucho! Just wanted to give you a heads up about this little record "Helen Burns" I am putting out on the Silverlake Conservatory website.
Warning! It is not a Chili Peppers record. It does not have songs that are like the Chili Peppers at all. It is a mostly instrumental, weird and arty record, the music is mostly just me creating soundscapes that are very emotional for me, but certainly not for everyone! Just me tripping out at home. I am putting it out to raise money for The Silverlake Conservatory of Musica community based non profit music school that i am an integral part of. There you have it. See you all soon i hope!

Flea adds in the liner notes of the EP:
I have for a long time, been in love with the book Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë. The beauty of the character Helen Burns is a quality I yearn for in all human beings, including, of course, myself. Helen Burns is someone who is always present with me, and whose highest ideals resonate in the deepest experiences of my life. I share this love with my friend, Patti Smith, and she agreed to sing a song for Helen. I am so grateful to Patti, my sister, who is one of my favorite people on earth and ever. Bronte blog
Funki blog-flea-helen-burns-recensie 

vrijdag 20 juli 2012

Third Brontë Festival of Women's Writing

Jane Austen will go ‘head to head’ with the Brontës in a battle between these great women writers, as part of the third Brontë Festival of Women’s Writing, to take place in Haworth from Friday 31 August to Sunday 2 September 2012. The full programme of events has been announced and will feature readings, talks, workshops and family events dedicated to celebrating and showcasing women’s writing.

The weekend will feature writers Helen Simpson, Tiffany Murray and Claire Harman discussing whether Jane Austen or the Brontë sisters have had the greatest influence on contemporary fiction. Novelist Sadie Jones will also be in conversation about her work and latest novel The Uninvited Guests. An exhibition of new poetry by Zoe Brigley and Hebden Bridge-based poet Amanda Dalton, inspired by their previous residencies at the Brontë Parsonage Museum, will go on display in the period rooms of the Parsonage for the weekend, and Amanda Dalton will be reading from her Brontë poems as part of the festival. There will also be a variety of creative writing workshops taking place to enable emerging writers to develop their own creative skills, and a series of events for museum visitors and families. The full programme details are included below.
The first Brontë Festival of Women’s Writing was held in September 2010 and was supported by the poet laureate Carol Ann Duffy. The festival takes place as part of the Brontë Parsonage Museum’s contemporary arts programme and is funded by Arts Council England and the Esmee Fairbairn Foundation. Third Brontë Festival of Women's Writing

donderdag 19 juli 2012

Wow

Wow,  
Suddenly so quick
48 over the 100.000 pageviews!!!!!!!!!! 
Yesterday I looked
it was 99.750
and now.........
100.048

dinsdag 17 juli 2012

Diary paper

This Foldout collects some miscellaneous information to the people, places and the works of The Brontë family 
For instance this information:

A set of documents which Emily and Anne exchanged and used to record their activities, their thoughts, and their expectations for the years ahead.In each case, the paper was to be opened and read some time – typically 4 years – later.
24th November 1834 Both sisters wrote the first paper. Emily and Anne's Diary Paper, November 24, 1834
26th June 1837 Emily wrote a paper which was to be opened on 17th January 1841, Anne's 21st birthday.This included a drawing of Anne and Emily sitting at work at the dining room table  Emily and Anne's Diary Paper, June 26, 1837
    31st July 1841 Anne wrote a paper (but dated it 30th) which was to be opened on 17th January 1845, her 25th birthday
      30th July 1841 Emily wrote a paper which was to be opened on 30th July 1843, her 25th birthday
        31st July 1845 Emily wrote the final paper which was to be opened on 30th July 1848, Emily's 30th birthday 

          On this day in 1845 Branwell Bronte was dismissed from his post as tutor for the Robinson family at Thorp Green. It had been discovered that while there, he had an affair with Mrs Robinson.



          Branwell (right) was dismissed as soon as the affair was discovered, and was perhaps even paid to keep his silence. Mrs. Robinson abandoned Branwell when it mattered most, and when her husband died a short while later she rejected Branwell’s hopeful advances.
          kleurrijkbrontesisters/on-this-day-in-1846-mrs-robinsons

          zondag 15 juli 2012

          On this day in 1847 Charlotte Bronte sent the manuscript of the "Professor" to the publisher Smith, Elder and Co. Cornhill. It was not published.


          The Professor (1857), Charlotte Brontë's first novel, was unpublished until after the author's death despite repeated efforts to find a publisher. Even the popularity of Jane Eyre and the fame her work brought her weren't enough to entice publishers to print The Professor while Brontë lived.
          The contemporary view of The Professor was largely unfavorable. Upon its publication, many reviewers dismissed the novel as a poorly conceived first attempt of a young novelist.
          Read more:professor-criticism/charlotte-bronte

          Parsonage

          Parsonage

          Charlotte Bronte

          Presently the door opened, and in came a superannuated mastiff, followed by an old gentleman very like Miss Bronte, who shook hands with us, and then went to call his daughter. A long interval, during which we coaxed the old dog, and looked at a picture of Miss Bronte, by Richmond, the solitary ornament of the room, looking strangely out of place on the bare walls, and at the books on the little shelves, most of them evidently the gift of the authors since Miss Bronte's celebrity. Presently she came in, and welcomed us very kindly, and took me upstairs to take off my bonnet, and herself brought me water and towels. The uncarpeted stone stairs and floors, the old drawers propped on wood, were all scrupulously clean and neat. When we went into the parlour again, we began talking very comfortably, when the door opened and Mr. Bronte looked in; seeing his daughter there, I suppose he thought it was all right, and he retreated to his study on the opposite side of the passage; presently emerging again to bring W---- a country newspaper. This was his last appearance till we went. Miss Bronte spoke with the greatest warmth of Miss Martineau, and of the good she had gained from her. Well! we talked about various things; the character of the people, - about her solitude, etc., till she left the room to help about dinner, I suppose, for she did not return for an age. The old dog had vanished; a fat curly-haired dog honoured us with his company for some time, but finally manifested a wish to get out, so we were left alone. At last she returned, followed by the maid and dinner, which made us all more comfortable; and we had some very pleasant conversation, in the midst of which time passed quicker than we supposed, for at last W---- found that it was half-past three, and we had fourteen or fifteen miles before us. So we hurried off, having obtained from her a promise to pay us a visit in the spring... ------------------- "She cannot see well, and does little beside knitting. The way she weakened her eyesight was this: When she was sixteen or seventeen, she wanted much to draw; and she copied nimini-pimini copper-plate engravings out of annuals, ('stippling,' don't the artists call it?) every little point put in, till at the end of six months she had produced an exquisitely faithful copy of the engraving. She wanted to learn to express her ideas by drawing. After she had tried to draw stories, and not succeeded, she took the better mode of writing; but in so small a hand, that it is almost impossible to decipher what she wrote at this time.

          I asked her whether she had ever taken opium, as the description given of its effects in Villette was so exactly like what I had experienced, - vivid and exaggerated presence of objects, of which the outlines were indistinct, or lost in golden mist, etc. She replied, that she had never, to her knowledge, taken a grain of it in any shape, but that she had followed the process she always adopted when she had to describe anything which had not fallen within her own experience; she had thought intently on it for many and many a night before falling to sleep, - wondering what it was like, or how it would be, - till at length, sometimes after the progress of her story had been arrested at this one point for weeks, she wakened up in the morning with all clear before her, as if she had in reality gone through the experience, and then could describe it, word for word, as it had happened. I cannot account for this psychologically; I only am sure that it was so, because she said it. ----------------------She thought much of her duty, and had loftier and clearer notions of it than most people, and held fast to them with more success. It was done, it seems to me, with much more difficulty than people have of stronger nerves, and better fortunes. All her life was but labour and pain; and she never threw down the burden for the sake of present pleasure. I don't know what use you can make of all I have said. I have written it with the strong desire to obtain appreciation for her. Yet, what does it matter? She herself appealed to the world's judgement for her use of some of the faculties she had, - not the best, - but still the only ones she could turn to strangers' benefit. They heartily, greedily enjoyed the fruits of her labours, and then found out she was much to be blamed for possessing such faculties. Why ask for a judgement on her from such a world?" elizabeth gaskell/charlotte bronte



          Poem: No coward soul is mine

          No coward soul is mine,
          No trembler in the worlds storm-troubled sphere:
          I see Heavens glories shine,
          And faith shines equal, arming me from fear.


          O God within my breast.
          Almighty, ever-present Deity!
          Life -- that in me has rest,
          As I -- Undying Life -- have power in Thee!


          Vain are the thousand creeds
          That move mens hearts: unutterably vain;
          Worthless as withered weeds,
          Or idlest froth amid the boundless main,


          To waken doubt in one
          Holding so fast by Thine infinity;
          So surely anchored on
          The steadfast Rock of immortality.


          With wide-embracing love
          Thy Spirit animates eternal years,
          Pervades and broods above,
          Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates, and rears.


          Though earth and man were gone,
          And suns and universes ceased to be,
          And Thou wert left alone,
          Every existence would exist in Thee.


          There is not room for Death,
          Nor atom that his might could render void:
          Thou -- Thou art Being and Breath,
          And what Thou art may never be destroyed.


          --
          Emily Bronte

          Family tree

          The Bronte Family

          Grandparents - paternal
          Hugh Brunty was born 1755 and died circa 1808. He married Eleanor McClory, known as Alice in 1776.

          Grandparents - maternal
          Thomas Branwell (born 1746 died 5th April 1808) was married in 1768 to Anne Carne (baptised 27th April 1744 and died 19th December 1809).

          Parents
          Father was Patrick Bronte, the eldest of 10 children born to Hugh Brunty and Eleanor (Alice) McClory. He was born 17th March 1777 and died on 7th June 1861. Mother was Maria Branwell, who was born on 15th April 1783 and died on 15th September 1821.

          Maria had a sister, Elizabeth who was known as Aunt Branwell. She was born in 1776 and died on 29th October 1842.

          Patrick Bronte married Maria Branwell on 29th December 1812.

          The Bronte Children
          Patrick and Maria Bronte had six children.
          The first child was Maria, who was born in 1814 and died on 6th June 1825.
          The second daughter, Elizabeth was born on 8th February 1815 and died shortly after Maria on 15th June 1825. Charlotte was the third daughter, born on 21st April 1816.

          Charlotte married Arthur Bell Nicholls (born 1818) on 29th June 1854. Charlotte died on 31st March 1855. Arthur lived until 2nd December 1906.

          The first and only son born to Patrick and Maria was Patrick Branwell, who was born on 26th June 1817 and died on 24th September 1848.

          Emily Jane, the fourth daughter was born on 30th July 1818 and died on 19th December 1848.

          The sixth and last child was Anne, born on 17th January 1820 who died on 28th May 1849.

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