An Evening of Poetry by Shelley’s House

Last Thursday, as part of the Shelley, festival there was a lovely event in front of the house the Shelleys stayed in when they first arrived in Italy – the villa Chiappa in the old part of Bagni di Lucca. A group of local Bagni di Lucca poets, comprising Rossana Federighi, Maura Bertolozzi, Francis Pettitt, Roberto Ragghianti and Valerio Ceccarelli, met to celebrate Percy Bysshe Shelley.

Luca PB Guidi, of Shelley House bookshop in Bagni di Lucca, was the presenter and each of the poets read a classic poem plus two from their own collections. My classic poem was Shakespeare’s first sonnet which was later read in an Italian translation by Valerio Ceccarelli.

There was a very full house in the balmy summer evening and some of the audience had to sit on the wall behind the rows of chairs.

It’s interesting to note that poetry has come back in a big way, thanks also to the leader of the opposition in the UK government, Jeremy Corbyn. He, like so many others, senses the significance from Shelley’s ‘A defence of Poetry’ that ‘Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.’

What this means is that poets can express concepts and feelings which cannot be properly articulated in any other discipline, whether it be philosophy, history, psychology or science. Poets in a sense are seers: they can somehow look into the future. Ultimately, however, poetry is, as Wordsworth famously said, emotion recollected in tranquillity.

Certainly we all left the pleasant poetry evening feeling both refreshed and recharged.

For more information about other events in the Shelley Festival see the facebook page at:

https://www.facebook.com/ViareggioLaCittaDelCuoreDiShelley/

and Emanuela’s article at:

http://www.loschermo.it/festival-shelley-evento-internazionale-legato-a-bagni-di-lucca/

The Italian revue at Roberto Ragghianti’s page at ‘Righe d’inchiostro’ (the title of his recently published book) was also very positive:

‘Ieri sera la magia della Poesia ha trasformato una normale serata d’estate, in un momento carico di Emozioni, di brividi sulla pelle, di Amicizia e spiritualità. Le parole di Shelley, (sotto casa sua), le parole di Dante, di Shakespeare, del Petrarca hanno risuonato nella notte e hanno trapassato e colpito al centro del cuore tutti coloro che insieme a noi hanno condiviso questo momento. Poi abbiamo osato leggere anche le nostre di Poesie, nell’emozione di Valerio che mi ha fatto sospirare, nella dolcezza di Maura, nella determinazione di Rossana, nella bravura stratosferica di Francis. La regia di tutto questo è stata di Luca e di Rebecca della Shelley House due ragazzi straordinari, due Amici Veri. Grazie di cuore a tutti.’

 

Bagni di Lucca is truly the town of poets and poetry . Indeed how could it not be when there are such great poets as Mario Lena living here!

Puccini and Shelley Again

Puccini and Shelley, in my mind, are the two visitors to Bagni di Lucca who have the highest significance. Shelley, the great English lyric poet, and Giacomo Puccini another great writer of ‘lirica’ which, in Italian, means opera, both loved this area for its peace and relative summer coolness. Of course, they never met – almost forty years separates the death of Shelley from Puccini’s birth. However, in several ways they are closely related, not only in terms of their immense creativity, but also through connections with other people.

For example, Respighi (who wrote one of his operas on a libretto Puccini had rejected) set three of Shelley’s poems, in translations. Do look at my post at https://longoio2.wordpress.com/2016/05/04/sunset-with-shelley-and-respighi/ to find out what these poems are.

When we come to original English settings then we are truly spoilt for choice. For example, that beautiful poem:

Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory;
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.

Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heap’d for the belovèd’s bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.

counts at least thirty settings ranging from Charles Hubert Parry’s in 1897 (coincidentally Parry was baptised in the same church whose graveyard contains the remains of the Shelley family including the poet’s heart, St Peter’s in Bournemouth), Frank Bridge’s (Britten’s teacher) in 1904  to Roger Quilter’s in 1925 to Philip Legge’s in 2010.

Just ‘YouTube’ Music, when soft voices die and you’ll be amazed at how many settings of this lovely Shelley poem there are. I’d be interested to know whether you have a favourite among them.

My current favourite is this one from Patrick Jonathan, a British composer born in 1959 but currently based in Kuala Lumpur. The video accompanying the music is rather interesting as it includes Viareggio’s Shelley festival poster and the Pietà-like statue of the poet mourned by his Mary in Christchurch priory.

Peter Warlock, Philip Heseltine’s pen name, set Shelley’s poem twice. He had his most creative periods when in Llandyssil, a village we know well as it’s on the road between Welshpool and Newtown, and in Eynsford, another village we are acquainted with as it’s an attractive watering hole just outside south east London in the Darenth valley. (I remember I loved riding my Transalp across the ford there and getting completely splashed).

(Philip Heseltine AKA Peter Warlock)

It’s not often realised that the late lamented art critic Brian Sewell’s father was Peter Warlock himself. Regrettably, Brian never saw his dad as Peter died in a gas-filled kitchen of his house in Tite street Chelsea seven months before Brian was born. At the time Warlock was transcribing the music of Philip Cipriani Potter (whose godmother was the sister of the great eighteenth century artist and ancestor of my wife Alexandra Antonia Cipriani – see https://longoio2.wordpress.com/2017/04/06/my-wifes-illustrious-ancestor/ .)

Mentioning the great Sewell reminds me of a lively article he wrote on Puccini for Holland Park Opera.   http://www.operahollandpark.com/archive-1997-brian-sewell-puccini/.

(Brian Sewell)

And so we have gone full circle and returned to Lucca’s greatest maestro. Things connect don’t they in the end.

 

 

PS Don’t forget my talk on all this. It’s at Shelley House in Bagni di Lucca Villa on July 14th: