I don’t usually do the news but…this was in my email this morning: (amended for personal “security breach”. ;). )
Although Richard Armitage exhibits them readily, kindness/indulgence/mildness/forbearance are not exactly qualities that most people would associate with the bellicose Romans. Nevertheless, CLEMENTIA was counted among the VIRTUTES ROMANAE, the qualities to be aspired to by all citizens. The closest English cognate to CLEMENTIA is clemency or mercy. The unlikely poster boy for this aspect of CLEMENTIA was none other than Julius Caesar.
Incoming…another historical side trip…
Julius Caesar, the conqueror of Gaul, the dictator of Rome, the last nail in the coffin of the flailing Republic, started out as impoverished but ambitious Roman aristocrat. A man of tremendous political and military acumen, he maneuvered himself into immense power first by allying with the voting power of the working classes, despite his elite pedigree, and then by forming an “unholy trinity” with two other ambitious men, Gnaeus Pompeius Magnus and Marcus Licinius Crassus. The three pooled their resources in order to pull an end run around the beleaguered and corrupt political process of the last stage of the Republic. A power play that would serve their individual purposes well. As happens with alliances of ambitious and power hungry people, this one ended up in civil war in 48 BC. Guess who came out on top?
Caesar was not the first individual to seize sole power in 1st century BC Rome…in fact, he had run afoul of Sulla as a very young man. Evidently Caesar learned something from the experience. Lucius Cornelius Sulla had cut a bloody path through the Roman elite, purging any and all political opponents in order to “clean up” the corruption in the government. By contrast, in the wake of the civil war, Caesar famously offered full pardon – Clemency – to anyone who had fought against him. He went one step further and included many of his former enemies in high positions within his dictatorship (this turned out rather badly for Caesar in the end obviously) The actual sincerity of Caesar’s mercy has long been suspect, but it served it’s purpose in that whether the pardoned elites believed it sincere or not, the common people of Rome – Caesar’s power source – certainly did…especially after the consecration of a temple of CLEMENTIA CAESARIS in 44BC.
So, CLEMENTIA certainly has a famous instance of association with mercy and clemency, which actually seems to have slanted how the term has cognated into modern English usage. In Latin however, this word appears much more commonly with a slightly different meaning related to indulgence, forbearance, mildness and kindness…or so says the literature on the Roman Virtues. I was skeptical, since it fit my purposes almost too nicely, so I looked it up via the PERSEUS PROJECT:
As you can plainly see, the entry for definition II of CLEMENTIA shows that this sense of the word appears quite commonly among prose writers…especially with writers like Cicero and Seneca…who had a great interest in Roman moralia.
We have had daily proof in recent weeks that Richard Armitage embodies the Roman Virtue of CLEMENTIA as he graciously appears at the Old Vic stage door night after night…only minutes after what pretty much everyone describes as a physically grueling performance…to indulgently and kindly interact with fans. Account after account confirms that despite the fact that he must be tired, he is kind and pleasant, signing autographs and taking selfies. He appears to be very well aware how much it means to fans to meet him, however brief the meeting might be. CLEMENTIA in the flesh it seems!
I can’t say much more….stay tuned for relief related posts here and do let me know if you have story to tell – I’d love to host you!
Gary (Richard Armitage) hangs onto a vehicle for support as a tornado attacks Silverton in Into the Storm. Image from Warner Bros.
Loved the Battle of the Five Armies trailer? How about doing or reporting a kindness? The last challenge — “roses for Richard Armitage” in the form of kindnesses — yielded several bouquets, as you’ll learn from Jazzy’s post with the next challenge.
I really love this new challenge because it touches close to home. As fun as it can be to watch CGI tornadoes on film, a tornado is no joke. In interviews about the deathly frightening qualities of the experience, Steven Quale has remarked about moments from his youth in Madison, Wisconsin, and I’m guessing that he remembers (as do I) the Barneveld Tornado of 1984.
I’m going to enjoy this film, I think — but I’m also going to have last summer…
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I was digging through some pictures in my cleverly disguised Richard Armitage folder when I came across this one…a favorite despite the copious costume blood:
Look at Richard Armitage going all contrapposto!!
The art aficionados in the crowd will recognize this term as coming from the artistic tradition of the Italian Renaissance. It translates loosely to “counterpose” and refers to the body position where the weight is shifted onto one leg, turning the upper body slightly off-axis from the hips and legs. Overall, it is a position that produces a figure that looks immediately more relaxed.
Even though the Anavysos Kouros on the left is to be understood as stepping forward, he appears stiff and static when compared to the mature Renaissance contrapposto style of Michelangelo’s David on the right. Although both of these pieces are sculpted in marble and obviously immobile, they serve to illustrate the other hallmark visual effect of contrapposto – implied movement. It seems almost inevitable that David will eventually shift his weight to the opposite leg, while the kouros appears perpetually frozen mid-stride.
What is fascinating to me is that although nearly a millenium elapsed in style and time between David and the Anavysos Kouros, the earliest known example of contrapposto is much closer to the kouros tradition than the Renaissance one. The Anavysos Kouros dates to around 530 BC. Less than fifty years later, the Greeks would embrace a very different sculptural style in a piece called the Kritias Boy
The Kritias Boy is an enormously important piece of sculpture for a number of reasons…one of them being that he is the earliest known example of the contrapposto technique and as such, marks the transition between the Archaic and Classical styles of Greek sculpture. His remarkable provenance provides secure evidence for a relatively narrow dating window for the emergence of this style in Greece. …
WARNING….short historical divergence imminent 3…..2…..1…..
The armies of the massive Persian Empire, led by Darius the First, invaded Greece in 490 BC in reprisal for what they considered Athenian interference in Persian domestic affairs. The Greeks, especially the Athenians, were scrambling. It seemed almost inevitable that Persians’ vastly superior numerical advantage would win the day. However, owing to strategic and tactical decisions made by the Athenian commander Miltiades, tiny Athens defeated the Persian force at Marathon which led to Darius’ retreat not long after.
This was a humiliating, but only temporary setback to the Persians, who immediately started ten years of planning for a massive land based invasion of the Greek mainland which would eventually be led by Darius’ son Xerxes. When Xerxes marched into Greece in 480Bc, he had a massive ax to grind against the Greeks…especially the Athenians. After the famous last stand of the Spartans at Thermopylae, Xerxes (who, contrary to his depiction in 300, was not a ten foot tall giant pierced in every possible point) marched swiftly to Athens where he sacked the abandoned city and burned it to the ground…the sacred precinct of the Acropolis included.
And, we’re back. Long story short, the united forces of the Greek poleis repelled this Persian invasion as well, and by 478 BC, all that was left was to clean up the Persians’ mess. Here’s where the provenance of the Kritias Boy comes in. All of the materials on the Acropolis were considered sacred objects, so before the Athenians could rebuild from the Persian destruction, the sacred objects needed to be properly disposed of. This disposal took the form of a massive bothros, or sacred dump dug along the slopes of the Acropolis in which the sanctified materials were buried. This provides a terminus ante quem (date before which) for the sculpture…that is, we know that he must date to before the Persian sack of Athens in 480 BC. Stylistically, we also know, by comparing him to every other sculpture in the typology leading up to him, that he cannot date to much prior to 480 BC either. It is pretty clear that he was installed on the Acropolis very shortly before the Persian sack.
The utilization of contrapposto is clear in the tilt of his hips and the subtle torsion of his upper body. It is even more evident in the rear view
Here the shift of the weight onto one leg is obvious in the relative positioning of the buttocks. We can also observe the very subtle “S” curve of the upper body. In all, it is a much softer, much more naturalistic pose than what was popular in the Archaic period. This style went on to become ubiquitous in subsequent periods.
John Porter in contrapposto above is not alone in the Armitage oeuvre. I thought you might not object to a brief overview…but first, Guy of Gisborne illustrates “assuming” the contrapposto position:
Another John Porter favorite
Lucas North contrapposto from behind
The leather contrapposto stylings of Guy of Gisborne
And more recently, Richard Armitage himself at CinemaCon
This is by no means an exhaustive list…you may have noticed that I’ve left out a spectacularly good example of Guy of Gisborne…or maybe you didn’t. Can you find it? Happy contrapposto hunting Armitageworld!
A worthy cause for anyone looking to SpReAd some Love!
According to the article link shared by Celebrity Stylist Ilaria Urbinati on Twitter late Tuesday night, Danny Nickerson (right) is not quite six years old and has inoperable brain cancer. His 6th birthday is this Friday, July 25. Please consider sending him a birthday card.
Here is an excerpt from the article:
“Danny Nickerson is five years old and excited to be turning six this Friday, July 25th.
This past October, Danny was diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor: one that is particularly resistant to treatment. Fewer than 10% of kids diagnosed with this type of tumor live beyond 18 months after diagnosis.”
“The only thing Danny wants for his birthday is more mail. So let’s send him some for his birthday. He also likes Lego and Super Mario, but he really just wants cards and letters.
Send him a card at the address below.
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I saw this Twitter pic of Graham McTavish enjoying a Fix Beer somewhere in the Greek Islands that led me into a pleasant day dream of he and Richard Armitage climbing the caldera on Santorini or something of the like. I like the idea of Richard Armitage have a great time traveling with a friend. I have very fond memories of tromping all over Greece with my bestie. It’s probably a good thing that I never shared a lot of the details with my mother – she doesn’t want to know some of it, and it’s really best she doesn’t know about the “near misses” – I was a kind of intrepid traveler in my 20’s.
For example – I really don’t think she needs to know about the time we drove from the port of Chania on Crete, in our rented Fiat Panda “Topless”
We had just gotten off an overnight ferry from Athens (which we had boarded directly after getting off our delayed overnight flight from Chicago – I do not recommend this exact itinerary) and were in search of the beach at Falsarna which our map said was not too far away. Since I was the only one in the group of three of us who could drive a standard transmission AND remembered to bring a driver’s license to Greece, I was the designated driver for the trip. So, working on zero hours of sleep in a 36 hour period, I took off…struggling to control the powerful car…not really, I struggled to get the tiny overloaded car up to cruising speed! It wasn’t long before we encountered our first problem…
We could see the beach (this is not a photo of Falsarna, rather Sfakia, but you get the idea) from where we were, but we couldn’t find the road to get from Point A to Point B. I continued driving along the road when a voice the back seat (travel is a funny thing…it can make or break relationships…this one broke on this trip) said excitedly, “There’s a road.” Sure enough…there was something that initially resembled a road going down the mountain in the direction of the beach. I turned onto it and drove about 100 feet before I stopped and said, “I don’t think this is a road…” It was unpaved and only about half a meter wider than the Panda…and that’s not saying much. On my left was a sharp drop off to the valley below, on my right the side of the mountain…not a lot of wiggle room. The back seat said, “It’s fine…just keep going!” By now, I just wanted to get to that beach, strip down to my bathing suit and wash 36 hours of travel grime off in the blue Mediterranean waters, so I adopted a new driving mantra: “Just keep going.”
Turns out I was right…it wasn’t a road. It was an access path through a mountainside olive grove. I cleverly deduced this when we met the olive farmer coming up on his TRACTOR! He didn’t blink an eye to see a carload of tourists. He just pulled over…to the inside of course… and waved me to the outside so we could pass. I had a terrifying view watching stones and dust skitter away down the cliff as the tires of the Panda barely clung to the side of the mountain path.
That was 1994, and it is not the last time my Bestie and I have turned touring ancient monuments and museums and going to the beach into a danger sport. We’ve slowed down a bit lately though. I find that having children has impacted my desire to “Just keep going.” I’ve also found that successfully climbing up and down hundreds of steps in a mountain top monastery does not rule out Bestie tripping on the circular stairs in the hotel and going en pointe in Teva’s before tumbling down, dislocating a thumb and breaking a rib in the process. (It’s a good thing there were cold beers in the mini bar – ice is hard to come by in many parts of Greece.)
Bestie is a trooper though…the next day she hoofed it all the way up to the stadium in the Sanctuary of Apollo at Delphi broken rib and all. (I’m pretty sure she did this just to prove to aforementioned bellyaching students that they were slackers!)
Our most recent trip thankfully produced no serious injuries…(although, trying to teach her to drive a stick shift may have taken several years off my life!) but on a recent visit to her house, I realized that there was another level to the danger…the collection of travel based knick knacks she’s amassed:
I shudder to think what might happen if we take that trip to the SPAM Museum this fall!
Thanks to all who donated in memory of Guylty’s father. After a bit of wrangling around of funds to get it done (note: Just Giving no longer accepts PayPal as a payment form), I posted the donation to ChildLine through Richard Armitage’s Just Giving page.
This donation, combined with the funds donated directly to the local charity chosen by Guylty’s family, details here, and the amounts donated directly to Just Giving on Guylty’s behalf, brings the total donated to right around $500. We all know that sentiment is not measured in coin, but once again, the tangible proof of the generosity of this community, this time in support of one our own, warms my heart.