Tivoli: Hector Berlioz & Antoine Etex, PG, for calvina
Tivoli
Historical RPF: Hector Berlioz & Antoine Etex
PG, genfic
Antoine Etex, the sculptor, recalled how he and Berlioz had gone for long walks together, singing Guillaume Tell, bathing, searching for brigands and playing practical jokes. -The New Grove Dictionary of Music and Musicians
280 words
page 50
for calvina as part of a_humumentathon
They live like vagabonds, suspended between cities, Hector carrying his guitar and Antoine conspicuously empty-handed in his new shoes. Insulated from everything, buffered by clear summer air, they wander here and there and back and forth.
Somewhere organized and populated, bands play. It is a political revolution, Hector declares, a new era of majesty and romantic heroics. Large and noble passions of the human heart, reinvented by the poets and the musicians.
And the sculptors, Antoine adds.
And the sculptors, Hector concedes.
Antoine laughs and stretches out in the sun. The stream behind them sings brightly; Hector picks out something heavy and mellow on the guitar. They have been in the country for two weeks without worrying they’ll run out of something - time, money, roads, space. The world feels infinite. They are infinite, confined in a nutshell but masters of the realm.
You’re babbling, Hector says.
You’d be an expert, Antoine drawls.
I never babble. For me, it’s poetry or annihilation.
Sometimes Antoine forgets: Hector is nearly a force of nature, mad as a storm with the strength of a tide. And part of Antoine is storing this as reference - the clouds sinking over the sunshine, the fierce eyes when Hector glares up from his guitar - he is keeping the fury for his art. Hector would not approve. He is too wedded to autobiography to share, always the hero of all his own productions, even the ones that don’t exist. Especially those. So Antoine takes notes and marks the occasion and is silent for a long moment.
My apologies, Antoine says, digging his toes into the soft ground. The song resumes, and everything sinks into the green around them.
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& Hector Berlioz vs. La Résistance, by Antoine Etex.
& this would not have been possible without cosmikumquat, who provided a crash course in romantic composers and an expert tour of the library, or calvina, who put the challenge together. many thanks.
Historical RPF: Hector Berlioz & Antoine Etex
PG, genfic
Antoine Etex, the sculptor, recalled how he and Berlioz had gone for long walks together, singing Guillaume Tell, bathing, searching for brigands and playing practical jokes. -The New Grove Dictionary of Music and Musicians
280 words
page 50
for calvina as part of a_humumentathon
They live like vagabonds, suspended between cities, Hector carrying his guitar and Antoine conspicuously empty-handed in his new shoes. Insulated from everything, buffered by clear summer air, they wander here and there and back and forth.
Somewhere organized and populated, bands play. It is a political revolution, Hector declares, a new era of majesty and romantic heroics. Large and noble passions of the human heart, reinvented by the poets and the musicians.
And the sculptors, Antoine adds.
And the sculptors, Hector concedes.
Antoine laughs and stretches out in the sun. The stream behind them sings brightly; Hector picks out something heavy and mellow on the guitar. They have been in the country for two weeks without worrying they’ll run out of something - time, money, roads, space. The world feels infinite. They are infinite, confined in a nutshell but masters of the realm.
You’re babbling, Hector says.
You’d be an expert, Antoine drawls.
I never babble. For me, it’s poetry or annihilation.
Sometimes Antoine forgets: Hector is nearly a force of nature, mad as a storm with the strength of a tide. And part of Antoine is storing this as reference - the clouds sinking over the sunshine, the fierce eyes when Hector glares up from his guitar - he is keeping the fury for his art. Hector would not approve. He is too wedded to autobiography to share, always the hero of all his own productions, even the ones that don’t exist. Especially those. So Antoine takes notes and marks the occasion and is silent for a long moment.
My apologies, Antoine says, digging his toes into the soft ground. The song resumes, and everything sinks into the green around them.
_________________________________
& Hector Berlioz vs. La Résistance, by Antoine Etex.
& this would not have been possible without cosmikumquat, who provided a crash course in romantic composers and an expert tour of the library, or calvina, who put the challenge together. many thanks.