That beautiful pale face is my fate

Last week I read this article in the Times about Newstead Abbey, Byron’s home, and an exhibition being held there concerning the relation between Byron and contemporary culture. As I was in the area over the weekend, I decided to have a look…

I’ve been working on how contemporary culture adapts and interacts with the past, as I’m writing a paper for this conference about adapting the 19th century, so I was looking forward to seeing this exhibition, That beautiful pale face is my fate (said by Lady Caroline Lamb of Byron) but while I was there, it didn’t quite do it for me – perhaps I’m not observant enough, but sometimes I couldn’t tell which exhibits were part of the art exhibition and which were part of the standing display. Still, having read the brochure (after I got home) actually it seems much more interesting and relevant than I thought at the time, annoyingly. The Gothic side of it appeals to me, of course, and exhibits like Goshka Macuga’s image of Byron etched onto a mirror suggest Byron’s interest in his own image, as well as the modern preoccupation with public image and celebrity. I also quite like the idea that there are modern inheritors of the Byronic persona, although I’m not sure I would have picked the same people as Marcia Farquhar. Read the Times article – it’ll give a much better indication of it than I can.
The abbey itself is wonderfully Gothic, though – Byron used to sit up at night with his friends, dressed as monks and drinking from a goblet made of a human skull (Thomas Love Peacock’s Nightmare Abbey was based on his circle) and despite later alterations made to the building and its decor by its later owners, you can still sense what appealed to Byron. Anyway, it’s inspired me to re-read Don Juan.

But words are things, and a small drop of ink,
Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think;
‘Tis strange, the shortest letter which man uses
Instead of speech, may form a lasting link
Of ages; to what straits old Time reduces
Frail man, when paper – even a rag like this – ,
Survives himself, his tomb, and all that’s his.

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2 thoughts on “That beautiful pale face is my fate

  1. I think that your post adds flavour to the article in the Times. It also inspired me to re-read those Byron’s verses “But words are things, and a small drop of ink…” in Russian, although the translation may lack exactness.
    Fragment 88 “But words are things, and a small drop of ink…” translated into Russian:

    Слова весьма вещественны: чернила,
    Бессмертия чудесная роса!
    Она мильоны мыслей сохранила
    И мудрецов почивших голоса
    С мильонами живых соединила.
    Как странно поступают небеса
    С людьми: клочок бумаги малоценной
    Переживет поэта непременно!

    My LJ: moai_s.livejournal.com

  2. Thank you – I’m glad it inspired you to reread some Byron! I confess I can’t read much of the Russian though!

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