Golden
Harvests
I am too glad
to make a Christmas poem
too full of
the river's lilt to spill
the words,
mill them to nourishment.
The grist has
been dispersed with all
this love of
life. The stones are still
but warm from
memory.
Even a moon at
Christmas cannot shame
their silence,
round on this lack of words.
They will turn
again, pull glinting syllables
from the
sublunary streams, enhalo elegies,
love poems;
sift a gleam of fullness, a hint
of the divine
from the chaffy banter of a year,
Christine De Luca
Plain Song
The Shetland Library Lerwick 2002
I have a copy of
this beautiful publication in Australia. It is in mint condition,
purchased new and carefully handled, complete with its glossy paper
jacket. Earlier in the year, in the COPE Shetland Home recycling
shop, a copy of De Luca's poems was discovered in the Shetland
publications section. It was purchased as the ‘Shetland’ copy.
The book was in
fair condition and priced for the popular market. It was no bargain,
but was a nice thing to have nearby. There are not too many books
that I purchase twin copies of. One is the biography of Eric Gill
(Eric Gill, Fiona MacCarthy, Faber, 2003). This is a good publication to open, to look at, to refer to. Gill’s work is truly
inspirational. The skill and precision of the hand-cut letter
designs is a marvel. Gill Sans remains as impressive a font today as
ever. Then there is the book of Kenneth White's poems, Open World
The Collected Poems 1960- 2000, (Birlinn, Edinburgh, 2003), a
really wonderful collection that can expand and enrich. Barry Lopez's Arctic
Dreams, (Vintage,
2001), has been twinned too. It is an astonishingly sensitive
and aware book on the experience of the environment - landscape and its meaning. Now the De
Luca poems have joined the list.
On opening the 'Shetland' De
Luca book, one discovers a dirty hand print, maybe from a thumb, or
perhaps a finger, on the preface
page v; and
again on the reverse page vi
that schedules the acknowledgements. One is not dismayed, seeing these filthy smudges merely as a part of the story of its past, its
history: the book has been handled and read by another.
Looking through
the publication, one sees no further grimy blurs until one gets to
the opposite pages 48 and 49 - the Pilgrim To Portlethen poem
- and again, more on the opposite pages 60 - 61 - the Plainsong 2
Natal 1997 poem: and over on page 62, the dirtiest of all the
markings, the Quantum Sufficit A sufficient quantity poem. Was
this last mark an indication of the most favoured poem; or was it
just a time when the hand was truly grubby? What had the hand been doing?
What circumstance caused the book to be picked up and read in such a
state? What was the relationship between the tasks that involved the
filthy hands and the interest in this poetry?
The atoms of a
wild rose petal
dance before
my eyes, create
Who knows? The
intrigue hovers in a haze of questionable interest. While one always
ensures that one's hands are clean when handling books, one is not
disturbed by these foreign markings: they acknowledge interest and
happy, casual use, perhaps a more sincere and committed interest than
otherwise? Is there a lesson here for us today?
Other publications by Christine De Luca
I once shunned
secondhand books, always seeking out the pristine copy. Now I love
the used items. The scruffiness can be appreciated, along with all
the odd bits and pieces that get accumulated between the leaves, as
well as the scribbled notes and inscriptions. I will still not write in my books, just
as I will never fold a page over as a dog-ear marker; yet I can
appreciate these markings in the old books that I purchase.
On 'borrowing' books: there was a lovely line read
recently; it told of how one person, when visiting his friend's house,
looked to see if the friend had as many of his books as he had of his friend's on his shelves.
While used and a little befouled, the 'Shetland' De Luca book still holds its magic along with its enigmatic past. The feelings and ideas, their depths, linger: mill them
to nourishment .......
sift a gleam
of fullness, a hint / of the divine . . .
The words are
expressive of the act of creativity, that mystic making of matters
meaningful that is always delicately elusive as the muse.
Architects might
learn from this attitude to inspiration and creative work. Who are
the architects who might mill ideas to nourishment? . . who
want to seek out a gleam of fullness, a hint of the divine from
ordinary life?
Today we seem to get more and more blatantly self-interested architectural performances as the world gets 'Ghery-ized,' stamped with
spectacularly startling, indulgent visions seeking attention. Christine de Luca has touched on things delicately subtle, matters that we seem to have neglected in our push for progress - 'moving forward' without knowing why or where.
Architects need to pause and ponder the implications of their processes and their products.
Architects need to pause and ponder the implications of their processes and their products.
Gill Sans 1928-29 - designed and drawn before the days of computer fonts
The single arc reads:
"The artist is not a different kind of person, but every person is a different kind of artist."
This is a quote inspired by Ananda Coomaraswamy
Christian and Oriental Philosophy of Art Dover Publications
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