Posts filed under ‘Russia’
A wordy, personal meditation on language, communication, music, and a circuitous path home.
I live for those little moments of synchronicity, where different interests come together or overlap in interesting ways. I try not to be too superstitious, but when the stars align just so, it’s hard not to take it as a cosmic “thumbs-up” that you’re headed in the right direction.
I had one of these moments recently in the process of researching for my dissertation. I’m looking at the ways that 19th- and early 20th-century Russians used medieval imagery and allusions in the creation of modern art and objects, and one hallmark medieval element is a decorative cyrillic script that adorns churches, monuments, and manuscripts. Here it is in its medieval form, on a church bell in Novgorod:
Here it is in its 19th-century incarnation, in a menu prepared for the coronation of Tsar Nicholas II in 1896:
Wanting to talk about it intelligently, I set about finding its proper name. “Decorative majuscule” was just not going to cut it, even though that’s the best description I could find for its Byzantine predecessor, as we see here in the Theodore Psalter:
What is it called? After a whole half hour of tireless searching, I found my answer, and it was a delightful one – this script is called vyaz’ (вязь), which is very closely related to the word vyazat’ (вязать), meaning “to knit”! That’s right, friends, this is “knitted” calligraphy (more accurately, probably, intertwined, or knotted, but I’m taking some liberties here…). Sweet!
I was reading for the Generals, Москва-Петушки, and realized I’d forgotten what Kurskii Station looked like. For shame. Google solved that for me:
None of these images are mine – all are found around the Kurskyi Station on Panoramio. But I’m in love again, and want to go back. Which led me to find this:
For those of you not proficient at reading Russian airline websites, this is a one-way ticket from New York to Moscow Domodedovo for about $240. Not yet purchased (because I have stuff to do in the spring, actually, despite my desire to bounce).