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rennaissance painters: what is a baby? a small man?
every time i see this post it’s accompanied by a different horrifying painted man baby
In the Detroit Museum of Art there’s a neat room where they have paintings from the 14th, 15th, and 16th centuries along with plaques explaining the transition in European art from “manbaby” to an actual, somewhat realistic child.
According to those plaques, society’s general feeling about children was that they were sinful, cruel, unchristian things which had to be taught how to act like their betters, the adults. Because of this, the people paying for portraits of their children generally requested that the children be given the appearance of an adult, so that they would be visually associated with being a kind and proper individual. As we progressed out of the Byzantine era people’s opinions changed and the innocence of youth was seen as a desirable thing, so the depiction of children shifted to make them appear more cherubic.
… Though the article covers a broader time period and therefore explains more about how the Medieval period caused society to think up something as weird as a “Manbaby” in the first place.
“My baby is more well-behaved than yours, Bartholomew. Just look at him. He has an eight-pack.”
So if “The Devil Went Down to Georgia” is be believed, you can fiddle duel the devil for your soul. My question is, does it only work with fiddles, or any contest? Saxophone duel? Guitar shred-off? Can you challenge the devil to a rap battle when he comes for you?
Even though I play piano I want to see someone fight for their soul with the tuba.
The Devil went back to Georgia and his thoughts were dark and cold That Johnny kid had screwed him and he still needed a soul. When he came across this young man blowin’ on a tuba and playin’ hits And the devil took one look and said “You know what? Fuck this shit.”
“Kid, I know you won’t believe this, but I play the tuba too “And if you wanna wager, well I’ve got a deal for you “If I’m the better tubist, then I get to take your soul “If you’re the best, you get this horn here, made from solid gold.”
The boy replied, “My name is Hans, and though it may be wrong, “Your bet’s pretty intriguing, so I guess I’ll play along”
Hans, clean out your spit valves, and get ready for a show, Two tubas feudin’ face to face; pick up your horn and blow. ‘Cause if you win, you get a brand new tuba made of gold, And if you lose the Devil gets your soul!
(Oompah music intensifies)
The Devil opened up his case and said, “I’ll start, I guess.” And fire puffed out from the bell as on the valves he pressed He raised the mouthpiece to his lips, it made a wicked BLART And a band of lederhosen demons joined in with him to start
(Roll Out the Barrel plays with extended tuba solo)
Hans looked the Devil in the eye, once he finished his piece, Said “That’s okay, old man, but just you get a load of this!”
The Devil bowed his head, because he knew he can’t compete. He dragged that heavy tuba down; it crashed by Hans’s feet. He turned away from Hans and as he retreated he said, “Forget this crap. I’m gonna try telemarketing instead.”
(Tuba outro)
@hamstergal you are amazing and owe me 1 clean monitor.
:(((
Fiddles are historically associated with the devil not through any Christian imagery, but because older European folk tradition held that several uber powerful water demons, known as nock, nikyr, necks, etc, were insanely good fiddle players.
In Norway, for example, the violin known as the Hardanger fiddle was played initially by the creepy otherwordly beings, like the hulderfolk, the trolls, as well as the nock. There are equivalents in other European cultures.
These beings were known as preternaturally skilled fiddle players, the nocks above all others. So some people would make a deal to learn the fiddle from the nock, or have their children trained. The only problem being nocks usually needed life or blood sacrifices to learn their skills.
So as Christianity was introduced, the water demon nock was conflated with the devil. Because other stories of nykyrs, nocks, etc were generally sacrificing a human to appease treacherous tides, which was the pinnacle of terror.
The devil knows the fiddle, because the ancient tradition is that if you can win your freedom from the nocks, they will honor this pact.
this post is the perfect mix of creativity, historical facts, and folklore/mythology, and above all shitposting.
200g smoked back bacon or salt fatback pork, chopped
1 tbs Olive oil
1 Large onion
2 Cloves garlic
2 kg Shin beef cut into generous chunks (off the bone) w
1 tsp black pepper
1 Bouquet garni
250 ml strong red wine
250 ml beef stock
1 tsp ground black pepper
1 tsp salt (optional, see note)
Put the bacon or pork, with a tablespoon of olive oil, into a heavy casserole. When the bacon fat runs, add the onion and garlic and cook, stirring constantly, until slightly soft and golden brown.
Arrange the pieces of shin beef on top and grind or sprinkle on the pepper. Add the bouquet garni (one of the “teabag” ones or a small bunch of parsley, thyme and bayleaf tied up with string).
Pour in the red wine and bring to a fast boil for a couple of minutes. Add the beef stock and allow to boil again.
Now cover the casserole with paper or foil and a well-fitting lid and transfer to a very slow oven, 290 F / 145 C / gas mark 1 (lower for a fan oven) Check in about 3 hours; the meat should be fork-tender but not falling apart. The cooking can also take place at a slow simmer (cf. mijoter*) If the sauce is very runny, ladle most of it into another saucepan and boil hard to reduce.
Serve with a green vegetable, potatoes or rice to soak up the sauce, and crusty bread to chase the dregs.
(NOTE: Because of the salt in the bacon / salt pork and stock, additional salt is optional. Also, reducing the sauce will intensify the saltiness.Taste, and only salt if required when cooking is complete – alternately let each diner salt at table to their own preference.)
*Richard Olney’s loving dissertation on the meaning of this word, in Simple French Food, is worth posting if I can find it while I cook. The tl:dr; form: Simmer so very slowly that only the occasional small bubble rises to the surface.
(Translated from a recipe found at the Minitel site of the French Association of Tripiers and Specialty Butchers, God knows how long ago)
the best part of that story in context is that before they pull out their dicks, hemingway spends the better part of a chapter physically describing fitzgerald in great detail, claiming to be grossed out by him but obviously, obviously uncomfortably attracted
oh my god, it got better. I just went to find an excerpt and
Scott was a man then who looked like a boy with a face between handsome and pretty. He had very fair wavy hair, a high forehead, excited and friendly eyes and a delicate long-lipped Irish mouth that, on a girl, would have been the mouth of a beauty. His chin was well built and he had good ears and a handsome, almost beautiful, unmarked nose. This should not have added up to a pretty face, but that came from the coloring, the very fair hair and the mouth. The mouth worried you until you knew him and then it worried you more.
ernest hemingway calm down and control your thirst a little
“The mouth worried you until you knew him and then it worried you more“ is a hell of a line
