Dead Norwegian dude time
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tilly_stratfordNon mi dire d'aspettare
Il domani che verrà
È una porta che tu chiudi
Fra me e te
Hah, for once there are perks to living right next to a soccer stadium - Bon Jovi is playing there right now, and I can just make it out with my window open. Tiny, Dan and Balder visited (we were planning to have a barbeque outside, but the weather is horrid as usual) and all four of us crashed on my bed, humming along to It's my life.
And yesterday was tons of fun! We laid down flowers at the Henrik Wergeland statue outside the National Theatre (where speeches were made of such pomposity that Tiny and me nearly fell over laughing), walked by his former home "Grotten" ("The grotto" - Norway's main honorary residence), visited the small exhibition about his final book Hassel-nødder (an autobiographical piece he wrote as he lay dying).
It meant a lot to me to finally see his original manuscripts and drawings. He was an inspired caricaturist and made several funny little watercolours, although now I can only find his depiction of the 17th of May, 1892 online. It was at that time forbidden to celebrate the Norwegian National Day by royal decree, but many tried, only to be savagely beaten by the royal guards. Wergeland himself wasn't there for the brunt of it, but he got his student uniform torn by a guard, and used that as a symbol for the fight of the people.
We also attended a concert, which wasn't all that and a bag of chips, but I was surprised to discover that Nils Ole Oftebro could declare his poems with such gravitas. Very nice.
If you wonder why a romantic poet who died in 1845 holds such a dear place in my heart, you should probably know that I grew up in Eidsvoll. And so did Wergeland, which means I got peppered with his poems and songs from an early age. But he wasn't just a dilly-dallying romantic, as I grew older I learned to appreciate his fight against poverty and ignorance, and his noncomformist attitude to theDanish Swedish (who were still pretty much ruling Norway with an iron hand at the time).
There, that's a little history lesson for you. I'm rather sore that none of the major newspapers seems to have covered this jubilee.
Anyway. NEW LAYOUT. Nothing exciting, it's one LJs own basic ones, but I thought it was pretty and I found I didn't have the inspiration to make one from scratch.
Il domani che verrà
È una porta che tu chiudi
Fra me e te
Hah, for once there are perks to living right next to a soccer stadium - Bon Jovi is playing there right now, and I can just make it out with my window open. Tiny, Dan and Balder visited (we were planning to have a barbeque outside, but the weather is horrid as usual) and all four of us crashed on my bed, humming along to It's my life.
And yesterday was tons of fun! We laid down flowers at the Henrik Wergeland statue outside the National Theatre (where speeches were made of such pomposity that Tiny and me nearly fell over laughing), walked by his former home "Grotten" ("The grotto" - Norway's main honorary residence), visited the small exhibition about his final book Hassel-nødder (an autobiographical piece he wrote as he lay dying).
It meant a lot to me to finally see his original manuscripts and drawings. He was an inspired caricaturist and made several funny little watercolours, although now I can only find his depiction of the 17th of May, 1892 online. It was at that time forbidden to celebrate the Norwegian National Day by royal decree, but many tried, only to be savagely beaten by the royal guards. Wergeland himself wasn't there for the brunt of it, but he got his student uniform torn by a guard, and used that as a symbol for the fight of the people.
We also attended a concert, which wasn't all that and a bag of chips, but I was surprised to discover that Nils Ole Oftebro could declare his poems with such gravitas. Very nice.
If you wonder why a romantic poet who died in 1845 holds such a dear place in my heart, you should probably know that I grew up in Eidsvoll. And so did Wergeland, which means I got peppered with his poems and songs from an early age. But he wasn't just a dilly-dallying romantic, as I grew older I learned to appreciate his fight against poverty and ignorance, and his noncomformist attitude to the
There, that's a little history lesson for you. I'm rather sore that none of the major newspapers seems to have covered this jubilee.
Anyway. NEW LAYOUT. Nothing exciting, it's one LJs own basic ones, but I thought it was pretty and I found I didn't have the inspiration to make one from scratch.
nitpick
Date: 2008-06-23 03:22 pm (UTC)I did the walk from Spikersuppa to Grotten too, I wish I had managed to catch more of the events but with small children and all that.. we just went home and fell asleep.. In particular the Opera roof event would have been fun. Nevermind.
Re: nitpick
Date: 2008-06-23 07:30 pm (UTC)This is always a bit embarassing to ask, but which of my non-Livejournal-registered friends/family members are you then?