A bohemian rhapsody if you will
Aug. 30th, 2010 02:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tilly_stratfordStarting to run slightly out of steam on the Trivial Pursuit gig. I'm roughly halfway and doing good, but it gets slightly harder each day to find things to ask about. But then suddenly I can remember some thing I LOVE WITH THE FURY OF A THOUSAND SUNS and I have to stop myself from writing half a million questions about them.
Like the Kristiania bohemians. They might just be my favourite chapter of modern Norwegian history.
In the Nineteenth Century you had this group of bohemian artists slumming around in Oslo (named Kristiania back then) and there were scandals and political uproar and unhappy love affairs and masterpieces (Edvard Munch was one of their members, as was Christian Krohg). And they wrote the marvellous Nine Bohemian Commandments, which I will attempt to translate because nobody should be denied things this cool:
Like the Kristiania bohemians. They might just be my favourite chapter of modern Norwegian history.
In the Nineteenth Century you had this group of bohemian artists slumming around in Oslo (named Kristiania back then) and there were scandals and political uproar and unhappy love affairs and masterpieces (Edvard Munch was one of their members, as was Christian Krohg). And they wrote the marvellous Nine Bohemian Commandments, which I will attempt to translate because nobody should be denied things this cool:
- You shall write your life.
- You shall cut off your family roots.
- You can never treat your parents too badly.
- You shall never hit your fellow man for less than five kroner.
- You shall hate and despise peasants, like: Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson, Kristo-fer Kristo-fersen [sic] [journalist/writer - not to be confused with the singer/songwriter] and Kolbenstvedt [politician].
- You shall never wear celluloid cufflinks.
- Never refrain from making a scandal in Christiania Theatre.
- You shall never regret.
- You shall kill yourself.
