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martes, 18 de julio de 2023

113 OFICIALES

Esta canción es mi propia traducción, del sueco Stefan Andersson, de su álbum Teaterkungen (El rey del teatro). Trata de la conjura de Anjala, una reunión de oficiales suecos en el siglo XVIII para detener la absurda guerra entre su rey, Gustavo III, que da título al disco, y la zarina rusa Catalina la Grande. Estos oficiales serían vistos como traidores y juzgados por un consejo de guerra, pero todos recibieron el indulto real, excepto uno, el coronel finosueco Hästesko, que fue decapitado. Sin más preámbulos:

https://youtu.be/wCnGSrSeyh4

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113 OFICIALES

o

la conjura de Anjala

cantada

por Stefan Andersson

Traducción de Sandra Dermark

20 de julio de 2023

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113 oficiales listos para combatir

se reunieron en Helsinki justo antes de partir

tralarí tralaró

tralarí tralaró...

113 oficiales, todos en formación,

sin provisiones ni guerreras ni munición,

tralarí tralaró

tralarí tralaró...

.....................

¿Quién ha dicho que la vida es justa?

¿Quién lo ha dicho así?

¿Quién ha dicho que vivimos libres

aquí, en este país?

Seguro, no fui yo,

tal vez fueras tú,

seguro, no fui yo...

...,................

113 oficiales dudaron hasta el fin, 

sus hombres como moscas empezaban a morir...

tralarí tralaró,

tralarí tralaró...

113 oficiales una carta a redactar

a Rusia y su zarina hicieron, pidiendo la paz,

tralarí tralaró,

tralarí tralaró...

y esa carta firmé yo.

...................

¿Quién ha dicho que la vida es justa?

¿Quién lo ha dicho así?

¿Quién ha dicho que vivimos libres

aquí, en este país?

Seguro, no fui yo,

tal vez fueras tú,

seguro, no fui yo...

...,................

A esos traidores muertos quería ver Su Majestad,

un consejo de guerra al fin les tuvo que juzgar,

tralarí tralaró,

tralarí tralaró...

La mayoría recibieron el indulto real 

y fueron liberados para volver a su hogar,

tralaró tralarí...

Sólo quedaron cuatro al fin.

...................

¿Quién ha dicho que la vida es justa?

¿Quién lo ha dicho así?

¿Quién ha dicho que vivimos libres

aquí, en este país?

Seguro, no fui yo,

tal vez fueras tú,

seguro, no fui yo...

...,................

Cuatro oficiales marchando a su ejecución...

El Rey, asintiendo, a tres de ellos indultó...

Tralarí tralaró,

tralarí tralaró...

Un único oficial la cabeza asentó

y la espada del verdugo la cabeza le cortó...

Tralarí tralaró...

ESE OFICIAL ERA YO.

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¿Quién ha dicho que la vida es justa?

¿Quién lo ha dicho así?

¿Quién ha dicho que vivimos libres

aquí, en este país?

Seguro, no fui yo,

tal vez fueras tú,

seguro, no fui yo...

...,................





martes, 16 de octubre de 2018

HER MAJESTY'S SERGEANT

HER MAJESTY'S SERGEANT
or,
THE RISE AND FALL OF GRIGORI POTIOMKIN


July, 1762

Catherine had just succeeded in her coup d'état, and her husband, Peter III (the Not-So-Great), was in tears upon receiving the news of the defection of his soldiery. His reaction was the expected one: the lover of his wife made him drunk to contrive to put him under the knife for phimosis surgery, among soldiers, with the military surgeon she had prepared in advance. Catherine's pregnancy required her to consummate the marriage, after several years during which the one who still was czarevich played with his wooden soldiers in bed. At last, the poor sinner could bed the Czarevna, who was already pregnant. This was the man who lost the throne.
Catherine, dressed in an officer's uniform, gets upon her horse, astride it of course, and is about to set forth towards Saint Petersburg, when she sees that the strap of her sword is missing. A young non-commissioned officer storms towards her and gives her his own sword-strap. He's a bogatyr, a tall and strong bear of a man. His name is Grigori Potiomkin.


October, 1791

Potiomkin, ex-lover to Catherine II of Russia, Prince of Tauris, Conqueror of Crimea, planner and constructor of real-life towns, inventor (in the collective consciousness, encouraged by the slander of a Saxon) of sham cardboard villages, and, long story short, a man of excess, has just been vanquished. After the Czarina's famous trip to Crimea, accompanied by the ambassadors of every kingdom in Europe, and by Joseph II of Austria himself, he sees how a young lover, an upstart lordling called Platon Zubov, is not satisfied, like the others who came before, with making Catherine happy in the nighttime. No. He wants to rule. Potiomkin, to catch the Czarina's attention, arranges the most absurd celebration ever known to be held at the court, spending nearly a million roubles. It is his swan song, and he decides to return down south. There, at least, he believes that he is still in charge. But he finds out that the diplomat who had replaced him when it came to parleying with the Turk has arranged a peace with conditions that Potiomkin does not like. He chides the diplomat, threatening him with corporal punishment, until he discovers that he has been following secret instructions from Catherine.
And thus, he decides to die following his most primal instincts. He devours and quaffs like a beast, and a fever becomes his companion. He orders to be drenched in eau de Cologne and cold water, to lower his temperature, and keep on eating and drinking, until he can hold no more. He commands that his carriage be prepared. He wants to go, no one knows why, to Nikolayev, a town he has founded on the mouth of the Bug River. His niece and former mistress Aleksandra accompanies him, and with her come a physician, three secretaries, and an escort of Cossacks.
The kibitka keeps on bouncing and stumbling across the steppes of Moldova, and the ailing man cannot stand it. After a few verstas, he gives the order for the carriage to stop. He says he wants to die on the ground. They lay down a blanket under the shade of a tree, in the wayside ditch. They lay him down upon this cover. He looks up to the skies. At midday, he breathes his last. Someone asks for a golden rouble coin to shut his right eye, the only one he has (he lost his left eye, but the right one was spared, in a drunken fight with one of the Orlov brothers, back when he was still a sergeant). A Cossack finds, in one of his pockets, a coin of verdigrised bronze, worth five kopeks. 




(In memoriam Grigori Potiomkin - 16th of October 1791, Moldova)







domingo, 12 de octubre de 2014

THE HEIRS OF VERLANGENS: REVIEW

I have the Springtime Lake - Summer Lake 'verse I have created (feudal yet LGBT fantasy: no large communities or technology from before the 1850s; the presence of pegasi, werebeasts, dragons, and fair folk... yet queer, interracial, and subversive characters, and issues like speciesism and realpolitik play a relevant role)...
and its female ruler Radegunde in mind. To loyalists of the old regime, she's the wicked stepmother or the usurper, "an evil-disposed woman"..:
"she concealed the malignity of her heart under the mask 
of friendliness..."
But she has also got supporters at court, who know the truth about their warrior queen's rise to power: she's actually an upstart of the gentry from the provinces, sent to court and betrothed at an early age against her will (by a powerful widowed mother) to an adult child with a penchant for strong drinks and fair maids... She's actually a well-intentioned usurper, something like Catherine the Great. She led a conspiracy of army officers against her own husband. I took inspiration from Catherine and from this text (aside from the Clever Princess, one of my favourite characters):
<< Not all of us became Christians ; and one of our 
orders in particular, which had learnt from a Greek the 
philosophy of Epicurus, still held to its doctrines.
 A light and godless race they were, thinking 
nothing worth their care but how to appear in colors 
gay ; and to their sensual maxims true, they would 
drink deep of ambrosial dew, and then for hours would 
sleep... By their uncer- 
tain zig-zag flight, dear child, thou well may'st see, that 
they have drunk more than is right, and their senses 
clouded be. 
These were the confirmed old topers, who 
had imbibed so much of the ambrosial dew that their 
bodies had grown fat and unwieldy, and had very large 
stomachs. and so whenever one ap- 
proached, each bent aside its calyx bright in mockery 
of the uncouth wight. Or if by chance one clambered 
up to reach the blossom's nectar-cup, its stem would 
bend beneath its weight, and down the-awkward creature 
straight would go, and all its members dislocate.
ir evil deeds they did under the cover of the 
night. When every flower was soundly sleeping, they 
came like midnight robbers creeping — ^then drew them 
softly to the ground, and sucked from their lips their 
nectar breath ; so that many a flower at morn was found, 
lying pale in death, and sinfully robbed of all its wealth, 
that had closed its leaves in rosy health. 
and emptied the pitcher with a satyr- 
like expression of countenance. 

The liquor seemed quickly to affect him ; for almost 
as soon as he had swallowed it he manifested his satis- 
faction by fantastic leaps, and all kinds of ridiculous 
antics. Overpowered by 
fatigue, and the strength of the liquor he had drunk, he 
gradually sank down by the stream, and fell asleep. 

" Those who had drunk deep by day, roused by it 
could not sleep away the ill effects of their carouse, so 
they with aches and fevers rose.

<< In the first tumult of their ire some of our fiercest 
spirits did conspire their monarch's blood to spill. They 
tore the thorns from the stem of the rose, and the strongest 
and longest and sharpest they chose to work their wick- 
ed will. Beneath their mantles green they hid the 
spears; and sought their king, the curse-beladen one, 
who again in the tulip lay alone in sorrow and in tears. 
Wildly they the stem ascended, and in their rage they 
struck the deadly blow ; they pierced him till his heart's 
blood forth did flow and with his life his sorrow ended. 

Whether it 
was the effect of the too hastily swallowed drink... he lay dead.
And her only son Kyle, allegedly (according to the old regime loyalists) a bastard, is later revealed to be gay... a direwolf and a white female cat he met in the wide world (a thick fir wood,), revealed to be werebeasts (the werewolf is the rightful heir Henri, and Kyle's lover!), follow Kyle back home... What will happen at court? Will war return to the lands of Verlangens? Will the "usurper" fall?
There is a scene where a whole army is turned into the cutest little boys ever, inspired by this story:
...he caused his whole
army to draw up on the plain, and commanded them to 
watch day and night, that no one whatsoever should 
approach the tower. 
As he 
came nearer to them, he remarked that they grew 
gradaally less and less, and that their lines contracted; 
and when he got so near that they could bear 
him speak, he perceived, to his no small astonishment, 
that all these formidable soldiers, and mustached gren- 
adiers, had shrunk into children of four years old, so 
that he cried aloud to them : — " Yield this moment, or 
you shall all be whipped." 
Then the whole army began to cry, and ran away...
To as many as he could catch, he gave sugar-plums, 
whereupon they immediately swore to obey him. 
 ...................................................................................................HERE'S MORE INSPIRATION
...to the open plain, and began to strike, his sword here and 
there in the ground, and in. a few minutes there stood 
on the plain many thousand well armed combatants, 
and the youth himself, richly armed and adorned, sat as 
their leader on a noble horse decked with gold embroid- 
ered housings and a lustrous bridle. The young general 
led his troops against the foe, and a bloody battle was 
fought. Unceasing death-shots thundered from the 
commander's hat, and his sword called up one regiment 
after another from the ground, so that in a few -hours 
the enemy was vanquished and scattered, and the flag 
of victory waved above the conquered camp. The victor 
pursued and conquered from his foe a considerable por- 
tion of his country.
The realm beyond which the wide world begins is the isle of Verlangens,
located in the middle of Springtime Lake and with the misty Summer Lake in the middle.
It's a feudal land without settlements, only castles, villages, and marketplaces.
There's a monarchy and several vassal dynasties. 
The ruler is Radegunde (disabled and pardoned, abdicates) then
replaced by Kyle and his two disenchanted companions as a ménage à trois.

domingo, 6 de abril de 2014

THE RINGSTETTEN SAGA - ARC III GLOSSARY EXPLANATIONS


  • Wishing hazelnuts: the inspiration came from a lesser known Andersen story, Ib and Little Christine, in which the young titular characters receive them as gifts from a magical Roma (gypsy) woman. Christine picks the two first nuts, and she marries into high society (no bed of roses), while Ib makes a more modest yet luckier choice.
  • Hats (Jingoists) and Caps (Enlightened): these two factions did actually exist in mid-eighteenth-century Sweden, and neutrals as well. The Hats had the support of the officer class, while the Caps were members of the gentry and clergy, bourgeois, landowners, professionals... And yes, even Gustavus III's royal parents were divided by this conflict (Adolphus was a Cap, while Louisa was a Hat).
  • Was Gustavus III queer or bi? This is a rather extended opinion, that I have chosen to accept to explain his lack of offspring and the still debated hypothesis that he wasn't Gustavus IV's father...
  • The Baratheons of Drottningholm: Any similarity between fictional characters and real people, living or dead, is purely coincidental. So is the one between the Swedish Royal Household of Holstein-Gottorp, rulers of Sweden in the late eighteenth century, and the Royal House Baratheon (if anyone overlooked it all: Gustavus III=Robert, Charles XIII=Stannis, Frederick Adolphus=Renly, Sophia=Cersei, Gustavus IV=Joffrey, Fredrik Munck=Jaime). The most reliable explanation is that George R.R. Martin could be partially inspired by Swedish history.
  • Freethought: a crime during democracy and tolerated by Gustavus III? That is historical truth, and so is the fact that he abolished the laws that hitherto forbade Catholics and Jews to reside in Sweden on religious grounds. 
  • Afternoon tea, due to Sweden's trade contacts with the UK and Asia, became a popular tradition in the mid-eighteenth century amidst wealthy members of the Cap Party. The Hats preferred a more intense and Continental cup of strong black coffee.
  • Lord Anson/British outpost: I took the inspiration for this character and setting from The Rose Tree by Christoph von Schmid, with reminiscences of both Othello and Alice in Wonderland. The books Kristian read during his sojourn (GulliverTom Jones...), which the author has read and appreciated herself, were rather popular in those days.
  • Ice cream (still called "glass", pronounced like French "glace", in Swedish) was in vogue at the royal courts of the Age of Reason. And so were other treats such as...
  • Macarons, which have recently come back (due to films like The Duchess or Marie Antoinette)
  • Candied chestnuts, more well-known as marrons glacés (French for "candied chestnuts")
  • Eau-de-vie, fruit liquor, to rinse it all down. This kind of liquor is still called "eau-de-vie" (French for "water of life") in both French and Swedish.
  • The white kerchief tied around an officer's left arm was, along with the so-called "storm hat" (a slightly conical top hat), one of the changes the new regime of Gustavus III brought to Sweden's military uniform. The kerchief, visible from afar, symbolizes loyalty to the King and noble intentions. It was introduced as a sign of allegiance to the Crown (against Parliament) during the velvet revolution.
  • Catherine the Great's backstory: She was a Prussian, a foreigner forced to convert from Lutheranism to Orthodoxy to marry the would-be Peter III. And she dethroned her spouse, with the aid of the officer class, when she realized the young Czar was a grown-up child, who drank hard and cheated on her with her ladies, who even had a rat court-martialled and guillotined for gnawing at one of the toy soldiers he used to recreate battles (it was a general, the Czar stated himself). Peter the Not-So-Great. Catherine was definitely his better half. Though there is a rant given by Swedish officers on the battlefields of Karelia that may seem somewhat offensive. The one below...
  • "Her son is a bastard, his father's Orlov!": What? This is most likely to be the truth! I mean, Gustavus III was a cuckold himself, and Catherine II was also unhappily married... Count Orlov was her most important ally in the coup, and her first lover. Thus, Czarevitch Paul of Russia (the would-be Paul II) is most likely to be a lovechild. Which explains one of the reasons (the other is that she's simply too busy with affairs of state) why the Czarina had sent him to live with relatives in the provinces (who neglect him in turn). Though the young heir to the Russian throne was officially legitimized and considered legitimate, like Gustavus IV.
  • The Anjala officers and their peace letter: Such an event did happen on the farmstead known as Anjala in August 1788. 113 discontented Swedish officers sent a letter to Catherine the Great during that war. Most of the "conspirators" received the royal pardon... but they would later be punished for another offense (though they were innocent) in 1792.
  • Charles XIII's witch hunt: due to a deathbed promise, the Regent did persecute the Anjala officers due to a connection with the discontented royal guards behind the assassination. These officers' lives were spared, and they were punished either with banishment or with lifetime imprisoment.
  • Carlsten (Charlestone): This notorious fortress prison on Marstrand Island off the Swedish West Coast has actually hosted officers accused of collaborating in the Gustavus III assassination plot. The author frequents Carlsten every summer, and thence came the inspiration to have Krister imprisoned there.
  • Epaulets: Finally, in the Age of Reason, the time has come for military officers across Europe to spread their wings, after having discarded their breastplates. The rest of their attire does not undergo such a radical change.
  • The ending: This is a story about the Early Modern Era, meant to start with the twilight of the Dark Ages (the Protestant Reformation), and to end when the fall of the Bastille has changed the world (notice the French refugees in the finale!) This story is thus set in "fairytale times", like I often say. It's also the story of the rise, downfall, and rebirth of Sweden in those times so like ours, yet so different from ours, and that of the Ringstettens' plight and its resolution, that run parallel with the history of Sweden. Finally, it's an epic detailing all the conditions of humankind, denouncing warfare and corruption. The story ends with the Green Lady watching the Ringstetten children because they are no longer the strangers and masters they were to the fair folk one century before. The oath has been sworn, broken, avenged, and forgiven, and the progress of science brought by Positivism, a revival of the Enlightenment, hasn't disenchanted the world or driven the fair folk away yet. Yet there are those children, children stand for the future... the young saplings whose adulthood is not explored in the end. Their idyllic and carefree existence should be contrasted with that of Arc I's leading cast one century before, during the Thirty Years' War. Said conflict, in the end, brought on the secularization of the Western world, the Enlightenment, optimism, sensualism, and rejection of authorities. These children grow up, unlike their ancestors at the start of it all, with an Enlightened, less sacred and enchanted yet more open, worldview. Arc I is about, among many other things, the warning "there be dragons": we know the commandant of Ringstetten in Küstrin owes obedience to the Elector of Brandenburg in Potsdam, and the Elector owes obedience to the Kaiser in Vienna... that Magdeburg is still besieged by Tilly, that Sweden has come to the Protestants' rescue... yet we don't leave the guardhouse until the story proper starts and it's all about discovering new places and people, mapping them, and lowing out the dragons. Arc II is about regret: making an impulsive wish in hindsight, which can be rather painful. The oath with the Sidhe, the war on Russia, Katinka's elopement (and Ilse's), even the Sidhe's use of enchantment of Gustav Adolf... every single deed is questioned in hindsight upon focusing on its negative consequences. But it's also about hope and moving forward, anticipating next arc. Arc III is about carpe diem, enjoying the present like a child would do, but also about hope and the importance of the past (for instance, Krister's idealized image and field experience of war, desertion, involvement in the Anjala Plot, encounter with Gustavus III, and his final arrest, consequences of one another, all condition his life): without such a tragic past (the 30YW), the History of Ideas wouldn't have such an optimistic and future-oriented movement as the Enlightenment. The overarching themes of the whole Saga are the effects of warfare, the loss of innocence, questioning the system, showing the world one's prowess, and fulfilment, the latest one echoed in the ending of each arc.
  • A Tempest of passions and redemption: Shakespeare's last drama is as influential as Othello in the creation of the Saga. A feud between powerful mortals and the magical beings whose lands they have "invaded", a test of character set up by the magical beings, and the final happy ending with an expected reconciliation and the tying up of all those loose ends that there were at the start of the cathartic story. 
  • Tying back together what stern custom once did part: The final words, that echo in the end, are the moral of the whole story, a chronicle of the rise of the Enlightenment entwined with a family saga. Friedrich Schiller's poem An die Freude, which supplied the lyrics for Beethoven's Ninth Symphony and anthem of the European Union (its motto: "Concord in Diversity")... They also served as replacement for the Rose Hymn in The Lady in White, a WW2-era retelling of The Snow Queen set in Lützen, Leipzig, Northern Germany, and Sweden:
Spark of joy, the gods’ fair present,
child of the Elysian fields,
now with fire intoxicated
our host into your shrine steals.
Magic that ties once more together
what once was by custom torn,
in fraternity uniting
everyone in this soft morn.

The Swedish version heard at the end of the Saga is this:

Din trolldom åter förbinder

allt vad seden strängt skilt åt.

Broderskap förenar alla,

mjuka vingar torkar gråt.


The original German verses read:

 Deine Zauber binden wieder,

Was die Mode streng geteilt,

Alle Menschen werden Brüder,

                                                  Wo dein sanfter Flügel weilt.