Hallelujah

Israel. 1983. Y. Kuzkovski. Babi Jar (The Last Way) Central Afr. Rep. 1981. Rembrandt. The Belshazzar's Feast Chad. 1968. H. Rousseau. The War

    Baby, I've been here before. I know this room, I've walked this floor. I used to live alone before I knew you. I've seen your flag on the marble arch, but love is not a victory march, it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah!
Hallelujah, hallelujah,  hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah.
    There was a time you let me know what's really going on below, but now you never show it to me, do you? I remember when I moved in you, and the holy dove was moving too, and every breath we drew was Hallelujah!
Hallelujah, hallelujah,  hallelujah, hallelujah.
    Now maybe there's a God above, but all I ever learned from love is how to shoot at someone who outdrew you. And it's no complain you hear tonight, and it's not some pilgrim who's seen the light - it's a cold and it's a lonely Hallelujah!
Hallelujah, hallelujah,  hallelujah, hallelujah.
    I did my best; it wasn't much. I couldn't feel, so I learned to touch. I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you. And even though it all went wrong, I'll stand before the Lord of Song with nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah!
Hallelujah, hallelujah,  hallelujah, hallelujah. Hallelujah, hallelujah,  hallelujah, hallelujah. Copyright 1984 Leonard Cohen Stranger Music, Inc. (BMI).

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Sir John Everett Millais. Ophelia. 1852. Oil on canvas, 76 x 112. Tate Gallery, London.

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     Millais was in his early twenties when he painted this masterpiece, one of the most striking and haunting images of British painting. It illustrates the Queen Gertrude's description in Hamlet (Act 4 Scene 7) of Ophelia's suicide: "There is a willow grows aslant a brook...there with fantastic garlands did she come...when down her weedy trophies and herself fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide; and mermaid-like, a-while they bore her up: which time she chanted snatches of old tunes...".
    In true Pre-Raphaelite fashion, the background was carefully painted from nature, mainly on the banks of the River Ewell near Kingston-on-Thames, during the summer of 1851. In the winter he painted in the figure at his London Studio, from the model Elizabeth Siddal, who had to lie in a bath of water which the artist tried, unsuccessfully, to keep warm by placing lamps underneath.
    Millais not only brilliantly recorded his acute observation of nature, every detail of the flowers and foliage being carefully described, but also achieved a pose and a facial expression for Ophelia herself - neither fully conscious nor yet dead - that contribute most to the picture's strange and lasting power.
From "The Tate Gallery, an illustrated companion", Copyright 1979 The Tate Gallery, London.

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