afternoon of faun

L"Après-midi d'un Faune
Claude Debussy
L"Après-midi d'un Faune

Poem by Stéphane Mallarmé (1842-1898)

Those nymphs, I want to make them permanent.
So clear
Their light flesh-pink, it hovers on the atmosphere
Oppressed by bushy sleeps.

Was it a dream I loved?

My doubt, accumulated through the night past, branches out
To many a fine point-no more in fact than twigs-
Proving, alas! that what I’d claimed for trophy, by myself,
Was only my imagination’s lack of roses.

Let’s think …

might not the girls you are describing be
Wishful figments of your mythopoetic senses?
Faun, your illusion flies from that shy girl’s blue eyes,
Does she make, say, a contrast like today’s faint breeze,
Warm on your fleece? Oh, no! this enervating swoon
Of heat, which stifles all fresh dawn’s resistance,
Allows no splash of water but that which my flute
Pours into chord-besprinkled thickets; as for breeze-

Except for my two pipes, blown empty long before
it could have scattered notes in parching rain-the only
Breeze is, out there on the immaculate horizon,
The visible, serene, and calculated breath
Of inspiration, as it is drawn back to heaven…1

1   Claude Debussy, Prelude to “The Afternoon of a Faun," ed. by William W. Austin (New York: W.W. Norton & Company, 1970), 23-25.

anonymous asked:

Do you know of any books/poems/short stories that are an atmospheric sort of good? The words that seem to seep into your skin and leave holes in your organs? Perhaps they've left lead in your blood, or maybe it's the way they leave you reeling weeks after you've read them? I know that this is (obviously) a very personal experience with individual stories, so I wouldn't expect a specific genre, if that makes sense? Anyways, thanks so much, and I hope not to bother you.

It really does depend on your taste, but here is a list of books and writings that struck me by their atmospheric depictions, by their intense imagery and hazy mystery :

Bakkhai, Euripides (tr. by Anne Carson)
Grendel, John Gardner
Deathless, Catherynne Valente
The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories, Angela Carter
Le Horla and Other Stories, Guy de Maupassant
Alias Grace, Margaret Atwood
House of Leaves, Mark Z. Danielewski
The World’s Wife, Carol Ann Duffy
A Season in Hell, Arthur Rimbaud
Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë
Rebecca, Daphné du Maurier
Flowers of Evil, Charles Baudelaire
The Afternoon of the Faun, Stéphane Mallarmé
Ariel, Sylvia Plath
The Glass Essay, Anne Carson

Symbolism is inherent to fairy tales as well. I would suggest that you come back to original fairy tales (Charles Perrault, Brothers Grimm) for a bloody, fascinating, cathartic read.

You could also check out the texts to these albums; they feature heady tales and enticing, magical worlds :

The Disappearance of the Girl, Phildel
Hadestown, Anaïs Mitchell
Aventine, Agnes Obel
Dear, Keaton Henson
My Head is an Animal, OMAM

I hope this helps!


Debussy - Prélude à l’Après-midi d’un faune

Prelude to the Afternoon of a Faun…but where are we? And where are we going? We are drawn in by a flute dancing along whole tones, and dipping in and out of more recognizable keys but not landing anywhere that we are familiar with. As cliche as this will sound, this is how Debussy draws us into a more magical world, an uncertain world, a sound space that is full of light and color but always through a veil, or through clouds, there is never a clear picture. With this in mind I understand why Pierre Boulez would argue this 1894 symphonic poem to be the begining of musical Modernism. What I did not know was that this poem wasn’t based off of just the idea of a faun, but rather it was inspired by a literal poem by Stéphane Mallarmé. Mallarmé at first was disappointed to hear Debussy had written music off of his work, feeling that it was egotistical of composers to think they can build off of or improve poetry. However, Debussy invited him to the premiere, and afterward Mallarmé wrote to him saying he was deeply moved and felt Debussy did a fantastic job portraying the feel of his words. In Debussy’s own words, he writes, “The music of this prelude is a very free illustration of Mallarmé’s beautiful poem. By no means does it claim to be a synthesis of it. Rather there is a succession of scenes through which pass the desires and dreams of the faun in the heat of the afternoon. Then, tired of pursuing the timorous flight of nymphs and naiads, he succumbs to intoxicating sleep, in which he can finally realize his dreams of possession in universal Nature.”

Vaslav Nijinsky in The Afternoon of a Faun, choreographed by Nijinsky for the Ballets Russes and first performed in the Théâtre du Châtelet in Paris on 29 May 1912. Comœdia illustré (June 15, 1912). Photos by Studio Walery.

The style of the ballet, in which a young faun meets several nymphs, flirts with them and chases them, was deliberately archaic. The dancers often moved across the stage in profile as if on a bas relief. The ballet rejected classical formalism. The work had an overtly erotic subtext beneath its façade of Greek antiquity, ending with a scene of graphic sexual desire.

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Vaslav Nijinsky from the Ukraine, considered one of the greatest male ballet dancers of the 20th Century, and sadly there is not actual footage of him dancing, it is said his jumps and leaps were beyond compare.  He and his troupe visit Charlie Chaplin on the set of “Easy Street” in 1917.

Vaslav is next to Charlie, Eric Campbell is in the back (the real big guy) Nijinsky complimented Charlie saying his moves  across the screen were balletic.

Nijinsky retired from ballet within a few years of this photograph due to him suffering from schizophrenia.

It is well known that the Dance of the Wood Nymphs in “Sunnyside” 1919 was Charlie paying homage to Nijinsky and his famous ballet: 

L’après-midi d’un faune (or The Afternoon of a Faun) 

jellycandiez  asked:

I recently read a fic on nymph!Stiles, but couldn't really find more. So, as not to generalize, do you know of any fics where Stiles is looked as, as super beautiful, delicate, rare, etc? :) thanks for the help

I found these other nymph stiles one’s for you actually

Trees are always a relief after dealing with people (except when they aren’t) by ravelqueen (1/1 | 15,889 | R)

Derek Hale decides to become a hermit before he reaches 25. Too bad he picked Beacon Hills as his retirement home.

(Or the one where Stiles is a wood nymph/pixie/human hybrid who falls in love with his new grumpy werewolf neighbour)

The Oak Kin by foxwedding (4/? | 9,195 | NC17)

So maybe every other member of Derek’s wolf-clad leather committee is totally useful and looking fresh-to-death. Whatever- Stiles Stilinski has got his own things going on. Like, big things.

In which Stiles comes into some interesting family heritage, handles himself boss-like, and still comes out saving everyone’s asses.

The Beacon Hills Nymph by cdavis594 (11/? | 62,201 | NR)

Stiles finds out on her 13th birthday that she is a Nymphai; the Nymphai are responsible for the crafting of nature’s wild beauty, from the arrangement and growth of the plants, flowers and trees, to the nurture of wild birds and animals, and the formation of rocky caverns, springs, wetlands and brooks.
She also finds that Derek is her one true mate, only for him to be completely oblivious as she goes through high school and he spends his time at college.
It is only when Derek surprisingly turns up at the Hale house early, after finishing his senior year in college, that he sees the woman Stiles has grown to become; Stiles is worldly and nobody fucks with her, because she’s awesome!
Stiles and Derek are gonna live happily ever after because I love fluff and you don’t get much fluffier than this!
…There may also be some smut, but this is fanfiction, so what more do you expect?

afternoon of a faun, interrupted by Siriusstuff (1/1 | 2,565 | R)

A horny faun’s designs on wood-nymph Stiles leave the former with a probable case of lycophobia.

Snowflake by itendswithz (1/1 | 1,247 | NR)

While living in New York Derek encounters a boy made of ice and can’t wait to see him again.

If Looks Could Kill by odetoabird (1/1 | 1,148 | G)


frenchargent  asked:

Hi! Do you think you could update the actual wolf!derek tag?

afternoon of a faun, interrupted by Siriusstuff (1/1 | 2,565 | R)

A horny faun’s designs on wood-nymph Stiles leave the former with a probable case of lycophobia.

What’s Your Saddest Memory? by alesia2012 (1/1 | 1,899 | PG13)

“So truth or dare?”

“I’m afraid of what’s been going through your head tonight, so truth.”

“Okay,” Stiles smiled “what’s your saddest memory as a child?”

Derek turned his head and looked at Stiles. “Seriously Stiles?” His brow was raised high and he watched as the boy took another swig of his beer.

“Yea come, on!”

The Wolf and The Fox by SerenityShadows (1/1 | 4,193 | NC17)

The girl was just a babe in her mother’s arms when their Clan was attacked. They searched and searched for their loved, for their husband and father, until they could no more. They found a nice small town and though it was not their home, they were accepted because her mother was a healer. They were happy until her mother’s health began to slowly decline. No one, though they wanted to help desperately as she had helped them, could help her. Her mother understood and being the kind and gentle woman she was, she found a den and made it comfortable for her and the girl, so the latter could be safe and that the former would not impede on the Clan’s survival.

She was 10 when the Sickness finally took her Mother away. Not even the healer who her mother had taught could help save her. No one knew where the Sickness had come from. It just appeared one day, spreading like wildfire from Clan to Clan. Some say it was simply tainted food. Some say it was a curse. No one knows the true cause only that it appeared and disappeared quickly but left lasting effects. The entire clan mourned for the loss of such a person and the girl, well, she disappeared as mysteriously as the Sickness had.

Spin for you like your favorite records used to by DerekMyStiles (9/9 | 14,358 | R)

Stiles is, weirdly, the only one who stayed in Beacon Hills. He works as an apartment renovator and has dinner with his dad and Melissa every Friday. Life is good and quiet up until he meets a big black dog that seems to understand human language a bit too well. But as it often is in Beacon Hills, nothing is ever as it seems.

(The Time Derek Had To) Pick a Fucking Anchor by cheshirecat101 (1/1 | 2,937 | NR)

Derek’s Wolf form has only one thought: Stiles.

Sanctuary by EloquentSavage (16/16 | 89,884 | NC17)

In Beacon Hills there’s a wolf sanctuary managed by Chris Argent and owned by the Hales. Most of the Hales are gone, died in a fire set by Chris’s sister. What’s left of the Hale family set up the Hale foundation and opened the wolf sanctuary not long after the fire. The Sheriff’s weird, outcast kid Stiles gets a job there because his dad and Chris are good friends and Stiles doesn’t know what else to do with his life. No one knows a lot about the Hale’s anymore, but the wolf sanctuary is a part of Beacon Hills daily life now. Everyone goes there on school field trips and learns about the wolves. It doesn’t seem that interesting or mysterious, until Stiles starts working there. Then he meets the people, and the wolves and starts to wonder how he stayed away for so many years.