Sticking My Neck Out

In the month of April I had 8,849 visitors who read just over 2 blogs. In May, I had 5,326 visitors who are reading several novels for free. The Belle revelations in April resulted in my highest readership. As you can read I am struggling with Ms. Burch which will prove historic being there is a literary legacy that may be more important than the artistic one. The development of my muses is a insight to this procedure.

I have come to the point I must publish one novel in order to establish my reputation as a writer. The accusation that I am a serial-killer from Belle & Friends, and, I am a “parasite” according to my daughter and her lover, is dismaying. I am filled with grief that I have not seen my grandson in over two years.

I love making observation every morning I awake. Apparently my loyal readers enjoy the things I point out, such as Belle’s mention of Waterhouse’s painting ‘The Soul of the Rose’. Belle has a small image of this work on her window sill. What draws her to it may be the long neck of the woman smelling the rose. Does Belle see her mother, and herself?

I ponder whether or not I am destroying Belle’s reputation, but, then consider she and Alley worked hard at destroying my reputation. In the end, I get the last word. Catherine and Belle are inside the ‘The Circle of the Rose’. This beautiful mother and daughter, belong to the real ‘Soul of the Rose’.

Here’s the bottom line….My heart skips a beat every time I see an image of Belle. My heart stops beating.

Christine longed to have a long neck. She thought it was her short-coming. Most of the photos of her have her sticking her neck out. Do you know how many thousands of secrets I have about my beloved sister – that are not in this blog, or any of the rival biographies?

My heart skips a beat
I weep

Jon Presco

The Soul of the Rose

John William Waterhouse

Unlike a large proportion of Waterhouse’s other work, The Soul of the Rose is not a scene taken from a famous or ancient tale of love. Instead it is a study of a woman in a garden thought to be based on the work of Alfred Lord Tennyson. It’s important to keep in mind the themes of many of Waterhouse’s other works though, as similar themes of lost or unrequited love resonate in this picture.

Romance and Sensuality:
Waterhouse often incorporated a great sense of sensuality in his women, whether in the form of naked flesh or simply a delicate look. Restrained sexuality and longing for an invisible love are key themes in The Soul of the Rose and the artist portrays the woman in the picture without any obvious sexuality, but her position against the wall and her delicate hand indicate subtle sensuality.

Victorian Values:
Many of Waterhouse’s paintings are very telling of the place women had in society during his time. Victorian Britain was, for women, a place where for the first time, they started to be politically active and were able to vote and had other political rights that they had previously been denied.

Many of Waterhouse’s women are trapped or imprisoned and he seems fascinated by the idea of a woman who is powerful yet restrained. This may have been what he observed with women with high public profiles during his lifetime. The Soul of the Rose is no exception to this, as the woman is shown against a brick wall, her pleasure is nature and her thoughts of a love that was.

The Soul of the Rose Inspirations for the Work
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Alfred Lord Tennyson
Alfred Lord Tennyson
As with several of Waterhouse’s other works, this painting is thought to be inspired by a poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson. The poem in question is called ‘Come into the Garde, Maud’ and tells the story of a woman and her thoughts of her lost love. Below is an extract of the poem which specifically relates to Waterhouse’s work. The similarities are obvious, especially the line,

‘And the soul of the rose went into my blood’

‘Come into the Garde, Maud’ by Alfred Lord Tennyson:
Come into the garden, Maud,
For the black bat, Night, has flown,
Come into the garden, Maud,
I am here at the gate alone;
And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad,
And the musk of the roses blown.

For a breeze of morning moves,
And the planet of Love is on high,
Beginning to faint in the light that she loves
On a bed of daffodil sky,
To faint in the light of the sun she loves,
To faint in his light, and to die.

All night have the roses heard
The flute, violin, bassoon;
All night has the casement jessamine stirr’d
To the dancers dancing in tune
Till a silence fell with the waking bird,
And a hush with the setting moon.

I said to the lily, “There is but one
With whom she has heart to be gay.

When will the dancers leave her alone?
She is weary of dance and play. ”
Now half to the setting moon are gone,
And half to the rising day;
Low on the sand and loud on the stone
The last wheel echoes away.

I said to the rose, “The brief night goes
In babble and revel and wine.

O young lordlover, what sighs are those
For one that will never be thine?
But mine, but mine,” so I sware to the rose,
“For ever and ever, mine. ”

And the soul of the rose went into my blood,
As the music clash’d in the hall;
And long by the garden lake I stood,
For I heard your rivulet fall
From the lake to the meadow and on to the wood,
Our wood, that is dearer than all;

From the meadow your walks have left so sweet
That whenever a March-wind sighs
He sets the jewelprint of your feet
In violets blue as your eyes,
To the woody hollows in which we meet
And the valleys of Paradise.

The slender acacia would not shake
One long milk-bloom on the tree;
The white lake-blossom fell into the lake,
As the pimpernel dozed on the lea;
But the rose was awake all night for your sake,
Knowing your promise to me;
The lilies and roses were all awake,
They sigh’d for the dawn and thee.

Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls,
Come hither, the dances are done,
In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls,
Queen lily and rose in one;
Shine out, little head, sunning over with curls,
To the flowers, and be their sun.

There has fallen a splendid tear
From the passion-flower at the gate.

She is coming, my dove, my dear;
She is coming, my life, my fate;
The red rose cries, “She is near, she is near;”
And the white rose weeps, “She is late;”
The larkspur listens, “I hear, I hear;”
And the lily whispers, “I wait. ”

She is coming, my own, my sweet;
Were it ever so airy a tread,
My heart would hear her and beat,
Were it earth in an earthy bed;
My dust would hear her and beat,
Had I lain for a century dead;
Would start and tremble under her feet,
And blossom in purple and red.

The Soul of the Rose Analysis
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Cropped – The Soul of the Rose
The Soul of the Rose
John William Waterhouse

Cropped – The Soul of the Rose
The Soul of the Rose
John William Waterhouse
One of John William Waterhouse’s best known works, The Soul of the Rose was successful for the artist and remains one of his best known pieces to date. The romantic sensibilities of the painting and the sense of melancholy within the central figures’ face allow it to embody the beliefs and stylistic notions of the Romantic period.

Composition:
As with many of Waterhouse’s paintings, the main focus in this piece is the central female figure, who dominates most of the painting. In fact, the background has very little importance in this canvas, unlike some of the artist’s other works there is no further narrative within the background. Instead the use of high walls and horizontal and vertical lines creates a feeling that this woman is trapped both physically and metaphorically.

The artist draws the viewer to the women’s face and her sense of longing as she smells the rose. The delicacy of the woman’s form and in particular her hand contrast to the dominance of the walls surrounding her, further emphasizing the idea of repressed femininity.