Offenbach, Munch...

I was going to write about Jacques Offenbach because today is his birthday (born 20 June 1819, died 4 October 1880), in particular his operetta Orphée aux enfers (Orpheus in the Underworld), and the many dance pieces in it, in particular the can-can. But I won't.

Today, I heard on the radio that the Munch Museum in Oslo has reopened after the recovery of The Scream. This is what Edvard Munch wrote in relation to this painting:

I was walking along a path with two friends
the sun was setting
I felt a breath of melancholy
Suddenly the sky turned blood-red
I stopped and leant against the railing,
deathly tired
looking out across flaming clouds that hung
like - blood and a sword over the
deep blue fjord and town
My friends walked on -
I stood there trembling with anxiety
And I felt a great, infinite scream pass
through nature.

Isn't that cool?


Munch's The Scream

........ooooooooOOOOOOOOoooooooo........

I was left home alone again. It must be Monday. I spent some time on my day bed trying to keep warm. Today was another miserable cold day. But it means Desperate Housewives and a long brush of my fur.

After I wrote my diary last night, I found my human doing ironing in the living room, so he put on Roman Holiday for us to watch. It was a William Wyler 1953 black and white movie with Audrey Hepburn and Gregory Peck. Over fifty years old, it is still one of the all time classics. Audrey Hepburn won an Oscar for best actress in her first major movie role. And deservedly so.



We also spotted one cat in the whole movie. Strange as the Colliseum is home to many street cats (as my human tells me).

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