Saturday, 26 October 2019

SECONDHAND BOOKS AND MEANING


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
a heart-shape in the mind . . .


Book cover by Eric Gill


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.


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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