The Orcadian
poet, George Mackay Brown, wrote weekly news articles for the local
newspaper for many years. These were published in Rockpools & Daffodils, An Orcadian Diary 1979 - 1991, by Gordon Wright Publishing, Edinburgh, 1992. One had known about these, but had
dismissed them as trivia, concentrating on his 'more serious' poems
and novels.
How wrong can one
be! Little wonder that the publisher was so keen to bring them to the
public as collected notes, An Orcadian Diary, as the subtitle
labels it. On discovering a copy of Rockpools & Daffodils
in a secondhand shop in Lerwick, the book was purchased and casually
picked up later from time to time to be perused piecemeal. The
frequency of the readings increased with the interest. The articles
were personal and general; observations on life, living and ideas.
They remind one of Alistair Cooke's Letter from America in
their eclectic approach: anything is likely to turn up in these
tales. They are all short pieces, beautifully written, involving
everyday trivia and items on the meaning of life and dreams,
interwoven.
One piece caught
the eye. It was on the poetic process:
p.184; from The Gabo'
May printed 12/5/88 -
. . .
There's always
work to be done. I sat at my desk and opened a notebook, on several
pages of which were scrawled first drafts of a Brodgar poem, written
six weeks ago or so. I tried to imagine the setting up of the stones
. . . the kind of early Orcadians . . . what they thought they were
up to. It is impossible to enter the minds of such people.
. . .
I discovered
that, to my cost, when I went over the first drafts with a pencil. It
was pretty awful. Whole sections had to be cut out. Other sections
might be worth working on. There were fleeting felicities here and
there. But I did not give myself much hope that the poem could ever
be made satisfactory, either to myself or a publisher or to some
readers in the future.
So I retired from
the contest bruised and battered, but with a faint hope that some day
(the little host of scribes in the subconscious working on it
secretly in the meantime; this is a phenomenon of all artistic
creation, without doubt) I might turn those scarred pages of the
notebook again.
The Ring of Brodgar
Then, on p.29:
Every human life
is fascinating - even the two boring aimless hopeless tramps in
Waiting for Godot.
This discovery of
the marvellousness of the ordinary is modern writing's greatest
contribution to the sum of literature.
. . . .
Stromness, George Mackay Brown's home town
Modern
architecture has yet to catch up. It needs to find its 'hopeless
tramps' who can embody the concept of the ordinary by way of example.
Architects still indulge in the clubby, snobby, elite, bespoke
professional image that the Victorian era promoted both in the
individual and the work. While modern architecture has seemingly
protested about nearly everything else in this era, it has not
bothered to rid itself of the rudely, smart and slick pompous
attitude of the profession and its output.
Stromness
Other eras appear
to have been more successful. Just look at the buildings in English
villages, and the little Australian country timber homes, buildings
designed by architects. More needs to be done to understand the
importance of the ordinary, not only as an intellectual pursuit, but,
as Ananda Coomaraswamy pointed out, as a spiritual matter too.
‘For what
should it profit a man . . .’ (Mark 8:36) comes to mind . . .
gaining the slickly smart whole world with no simple soul.
Stromness
We have to
overcome the idea of architecture as a uniquely attractive veneer, a pretty promotional,
grandly bespoke image to be drooled over on bright screens or glossy, coloured
pages, and coveted for its prestige and difference. It is in the living that architecture finds its true roots: real enrichment in contentment rather than in any singularly smart behaviour.
‘Consider the lilies . . .’ (Luke 12:27): see: https://voussoirs.blogspot.com/2016/12/theory-thinking-architecture-today.html and https://voussoirs.blogspot.com/2016/01/the-desire-for-exceptional-dundee-by.html
‘Consider the lilies . . .’ (Luke 12:27): see: https://voussoirs.blogspot.com/2016/12/theory-thinking-architecture-today.html and https://voussoirs.blogspot.com/2016/01/the-desire-for-exceptional-dundee-by.html
George Mackay
Brown would have understood this: Stromness is an excellent example of a place shaped by a nonchalant architecture more interested in modest sharing and living than in any clever, ingenious performance.
George Mackay Brown in Stromness
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