Tuesday, September 20, 2016

All'alba Vincerò!

All'alba Vincerò! ("At dawn, I will win." From Nessun Dorma, Turandot, by Giacomo Puccini

We live in constant anticipation of a better tomorrow, 
of victory over the odds, and our own shortcomings... 
of redemption. 

By intensifying this expectation in our souls, popular
revolutions set us up for constant disappointment.


How illusory they prove to be, 
how fast decaying and 
forgettable they always turn out - 
those early days, those early moments 
when the mere prospect of the thing 
feels like victory.

Note: The rebel figure who looks with a mixture of fascination and adoration at the Marianne in Eugène Delcroix’s painting is seeing here gazing in longing and anticipation at a star called Revolution. The star itself is made out of Marianne’s right hand – the one holding the flag in the original, while the ominous looking “bird” flying overhead is made out of the Martyr’s legs and represents, as birds often do in ancient mythology, Fate.

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