#André Chénier

[aedesluminis]

Les hommes illustres de la Révolution Française (1789-1793), engraving by Wentzel.

Source: C.C. Gillispie, R. Pisano, Lazare and Sadi Carnot: A Scientific and Filial Relationship, p. 431.

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Finished! :D

I read “Le pas du juge” by Henri Troyat two months ago, and that’s how I discovered André Chénier.

[novaiiuna]

La jeune Tarentine

Pleurez, doux alcyons, ô vous, oiseaux sacrés, Oiseaux chers à Thétis, doux alcyons, pleurez.

Elle a vécu, Myrto, la jeune Tarentine. Un vaisseau la portait aux bords de Camarine. Là l’hymen, les chansons, les flûtes, lentement, Devaient la reconduire au seuil de son amant. Une clef vigilante a pour cette journée Dans le cèdre enfermé sa robe d’hyménée Et l’or dont au festin ses bras seraient parés Et pour ses blonds cheveux les parfums préparés. Mais, seule sur la proue, invoquant les étoiles, Le vent impétueux qui soufflait dans les voiles L’enveloppe. Étonnée, et loin des matelots, Elle crie, elle tombe, elle est au sein des flots.

Elle est au sein des flots, la jeune Tarentine. Son beau corps a roulé sous la vague marine. Thétis, les yeux en pleurs, dans le creux d’un rocher Aux monstres dévorants eut soin de la cacher. Par ses ordres bientôt les belles Néréides L’élèvent au-dessus des demeures humides, Le portent au rivage, et dans ce monument L’ont, au cap du Zéphir, déposé mollement. Puis de loin à grands cris appelant leurs compagnes, Et les Nymphes des bois, des sources, des montagnes, Toutes frappant leur sein et traînant un long deuil, Répétèrent : « hélas ! » autour de son cercueil.

Hélas ! chez ton amant tu n’es point ramenée. Tu n’as point revêtu ta robe d’hyménée. L’or autour de tes bras n’a point serré de nœuds. Les doux parfums n’ont point coulé sur tes cheveux.

André Chénier

« La jeune Tarentine », 1785-1787, Bucoliques, 1819 (posthume).

https://www.lelivrescolaire.fr/page/7059598

Pierre Alexandre Schoenewerk (French, 1820-1885) Jeune Tarentine (Young Tarentine), 1871 Musée d'Orsay, Paris

[corydon8]

Tout homme a ses douleurs. Mais aux yeux de ses frères

Chacun d'un front serein déguise ses misères.

Chacun ne plaint que soi. Chacun dans son ennui

Envie un autre humain qui se plaint comme lui.

Nul des autres mortels ne mesure les peines,

Qu'ils savent tous cacher comme il cache les siennes ;

Et chacun, l'oeil en pleurs, en son coeur douloureux

Se dit : " Excepté moi, tout le monde est heureux. "

Ils sont tous malheureux. Leur prière importune

Crie et demande au ciel de changer leur fortune.

Ils changent ; et bientôt, versant de nouveaux pleurs,

Ils trouvent qu'ils n'ont fait que changer de malheurs.

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Portrait of the poet André Chénier (1825) by Horace Vernet.

[syrupsyche]

#psst psst tell me more about them OP :D @pilferingapples

Thank you for ur interest in my very indulgent Teachers AU 🤓 here is a quick doodle of Prouvaire and Bahorel's first ~transcendental connection~

They go on to bond over their shared interests before immediately fighting over the most hair-splitting differences in Romantic opinions /lh 🙄

:O What does teacher au Bahorel do?

HI EMILE!!! Here is teacher!Bahorel!

Made him a history teacher because could you IMAGINE him in a History department meeting with Enjolras and Javert?? (And Feuilly, but we haven't talked about teacher!Feuilly publicly on Tumblr yet 🫣)

[klara-1838]

Hi guys <3

Currently working on my thesis and I’m looking for some online reliable sources for these topics:

David’s work

Les Derniers Moments de Michel Lepeletier (a.k.a. Lepeletier himself)

La mort du jeune Bara (Joseph Bara)

André and Joseph Chénier

The cult of Reason/Supreme Being

….and anything that has to do something with the art during the Terror

Thanks y’all 🫶

[laclefdescoeurs]

Portrait of the poet André Chénier (1762-1794), 1825, Émile-Jean-Horace Vernet

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Brassaï. André Chénier’s House, on the Corner of Rue de Cléry & Rue Beauregard, Paris. 1939.

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André Chénier - Poésies

[hamiltrash1804]

modern era jehan would definitely have rats and they would all have unusual names but boy does he treasure them “this one’s byron, and here’s charlotte and emily brontë, I named them that because they’re from the same litter. here’s andré chénier, one of my oldest rats, and these are percy and mary shelley, my breeding pair. this one is gérard de nerval, bahorel says he kind of looks like me.”

[everyonewasabird]

Brickclub 5.5.3 “Marius Attacks”

Once again, I’m lost on the tone.

On the one hand, Gillenormand explains all his newfound niceness in terms of manipulation: “hey doesn’t it annoy you how I won’t fight you anymore, neener-neener?” and “I knew you didn’t love me, so I’m giving you something that will force you to.” On the other, it’s possible the good news and the niceness in itself are meant to entirely soften those things, so they’re meant to be a bit comical, and the stakes mean there’s no bite.

It’s hard to tell, because I really don’t fucking like this guy and I don’t know that I really see signs that Hugo agrees with me anymore.

Marius and Gillenormand reconcile in mutual tears. It leaves me pretty cold tbh.

And honestly, we know how the threat of Gillenormand’s cruelty and its momentary thawing can cause Marius to melt and fawn and call him “father”--the same way Marius’s cruelty evoked that same behavior in Cosette. Is there some reason I should think this moment is different? Why?

And Gillenormand emphasizes explicitly that this newfound affection is transactional: Marius calls him father three times, therefore Marius is rewarded with Cosette. In a truly harmless character that could maybe be an unimportant quirk, or a joke, but..... that’s not where we are. Gillenormand figured out how to turn Marius back into the rat helplessly pressing the levers Gillenormand wants pressed, and by god Gillenormand is going to make the most of it while Marius is still weak enough not to be able to make his own choices.

And, of course, none of this is honest, open interaction. Gillenormand is hiding his politics in the face of Marius’s displeasure--in this case hiding a view we know Jean Prouvaire agreed with, that André Chénier should never have been killed--and taking out his rage by grabbing Basque by the collar and shouting in his face.

Because, as with Madame Thenardier, it’s always about having someone available to punch down at.

But it does feel like it’s all being played for laughs, and Gillenormand is the toothless old father at the heart of old plays, a foolish comic figure of no particular threat. Is this book smart enough to know better?

I genuinely can’t tell.

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祖国的敌人伴奏--选自歌剧《安德烈·谢尼埃》André Chénier|Nemico della patria|U.Giordano

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Alredered Remembers French poet and political journalist André Marie de Chénier, on his birthday.

[charmemma]

L’amour endormi

Là reposait l’Amour, et sur sa joue en fleur D’une pomme brillante éclatait la couleur. Je vis, dès que j’entrai sous cet épais bocage, Son arc et son carquois suspendus an feuillage. Sur des monceaux de rose au calice embaumé Il dormait. Un souris sur sa bouche formé L’entr’ouvrait mollement, et de jeunes abeilles Venaient cueillir le miel de ses lèvres vermeilles.

André Chénier

[deathanddogs]

Translation:

Jehan: "Revolution without the guillotine", how I've longed to hear that phrase!

Jehan: Had you been there for the French Revolution, the great poet André Chénier would not have been decapitated

Jehan: I wished to convey that splendor, so I wrote a poem.

Jehan: It is called "The Poppy: Blooming in the Snow"

Grantaire: You are all like the sons of the French Revolution

Grantaire: The rights of the people, the Republic, democracy, civilization, progress, religion, revolution

Grantaire: What's the point of such things?

Grantaire: There are other things to learn: The best coffee is to be had at the Cafe Lemblin, a wonderful chicken dish to be had at Mother Sauget's

Grantaire: Good lasses at the Ermitage on the Boulevard du Maine, that sort of thing.

Courfeyrac: Then why did you follow me?

Grantaire: ...ah... I don't know either

Grantaire: ....... hello~

Grantaire: My apologies for the mess

Grantaire: Forgive me, I am Grantaire

Grantaire, in whom writhed doubt, loved to watch faith soar in Enjolras.

He had need of Enjolras.

That chaste, healthy, firm, upright, hard, candid nature charmed him, without his being clearly aware of it,

and without the idea of explaining it to himself having occurred to him.