OK in bits, but not on the whole

This is a classic case of ‘damning with faint praise’.  The individual’s component bits just made it to ‘very nice’ but somehow failed to add up to anything other than dullness. ‘It’s difficult to say.  I think he’s very nice in all his bits, but rather dull on the...

A cut above the rest

The clear-cut class divide wasn’t as neat and sharp as the speaker’s comments imply.  In fact, there was some fluidity across class bounds in the case of women being attracted to this handsome man, land-agent or not. ‘I never think whether a land-agent is handsome or...

People of education

Of course, the reproving stepmother has only a social gloss of education, while the girl she criticizes has the deeper learning and the more impressive intellect, and a naturalness that allows her to use colloquialisms. ‘… Proverbs and idioms are never used by people...

Librarian as satrap

Having known nothing but kindness among librarians, this striking description of a martinet guarding his books almost at the point of a gun is memorable.  Hard to relax and tuck in to your chosen tome, if you’re being glowered at by the gamekeeper. ‘Readers are forced...

Thoughts on the physiology of reading

As conveyors of ideas and knowledge, books have a wondrous physicality to them, more individual the longer they are in circulation. I love the accretions of ownership in secondhand books – the name in the flyleaf, some odd scribbles inside the back cover, a bus ticket...

Poetry as recall

Slowly I’m building a collection of quotations defining poetry.  With a few more in the bag, we can lay them all out and see what it looks like.  This one has had me thinking: composing poetry as a recollection of things that haven’t yet been uttered.  Could that...

One breaks into the canon only by aesthetic strength, which is constituted primarily of an amalgam: mastery of figurative language, originality, cognitive power, knowledge, exuberance of diction.  

Source: The Western Canon: The Books and School of the Ages, Harold Bloom (London: Macmillan, 1995), p. 29

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Gift-bearing ambassadorial winds

Having a love of Persian poetry, known only through translation, and of Chinese poetry, engaged with tentatively and carefully in its original spareness, I loved this embroidered, sweeping, generous sentence. May you be blessed with gift-bearing ambassadorial winds...

How to unlock a door

This is a curious and endearing account of the cleverness (aesthetic and psychological) of a child of two artists.  Claude, the son of Picasso and Françoise Gilot, managed to break down his mother’s resistance to being disturbed during a crucial moment of creativity,...

Fewer means, greater mastery

Further thoughts on creative constraint.  In this case, it seems a question of simplifying what you work with, to yield a more concentrated mastery of fewer moving parts.  And the notion of ‘strength in reserve’ reminds me of some advice I received from my finest...

Caught in your own time

Time is a theme which enthralls me, in particular the extent to which we are shaped by our time (century, generation, whatever), and the extent to which we can transcend it.  So I was struck by this comment of Picasso’s, especially coming from someone widely...

When restraint liberates invention

Although this refers to art, it seems the same in other forms of invention: there is sometimes a curious connection between constraint, without constriction, and creativity. ‘Then, too, forcing yourself to use restricted means is the sort of restraint that liberates...

Language as refreshing as fresh-brewed tea

Such a fresh image to describe how a foreign language makes you feel.  Here, a refreshing, fragrant black tea chucked into a teapot. Doesn’t it make you want to invite some Armenians for tea and let them talk?   ‘There was some fine water boiling in a pewter...

Jangling the keys of your language

A lovely way to signal a pride and enjoyment of one’s language, a linguistic version of jangling your Ferrari keys so everybody knows what a cool car you drive.   ‘These are people who jangle the keys of their language even when they are unlocking nothing...

An invitation in your pocket

A sense of feeling like a grand guest, as if Tamerlane himself has invited you and the world is at your feet.  As long as you really are ‘invited’ that is, and not ‘summoned’, which might be a terrifying prospect. ‘You ride along feeling you have an invitation from...

A coral coinage

What an exuberant description of wild strawberries!  A coral coinage with the berries singing not only in batches, but in tune! ‘Once in Abkhazia I came upon whole streaks of northern wild strawberries … How happy this coral coinage of the northern summer made me! ...

Expressing allegiance

Mandelstam seems to have seen something timeless in the curve of a horse’s neck in Armenia, and discerned a proud allegiance to a people ‘older than the Romans’. ‘Once in a while my horse would bend down to the grass, and its neck expressed its allegiance to the...

A dancing class for trees

Something utterly comforting about orchards, especially old and haphazard ones.  But I never thought of them as a dancing class for trees and like the distinction between the shy apple and the capable cherry.  Blushing peach and glowing apricot, not to mention the...

The generous and beautiful word…

Adam Nicholson writes of a scroll Homer found rolled beneath the head of a female mummy: Hawara Homer, written on papyrus in about AD 150, in the Bodleian. How can something so flimsy, perishable, inflammable, soakable, edible (for some species) still be beautifully,...

The best part of books…

Obvious when you put it like that. But it’s got me trying to think of what’s actually happening in books when things aren’t ‘happening’. Because there’s always something happening, even if it doesn’t look all that active.  And then try distinguishing between the...

How to speak to an editor

Clearly, authors are simply too humble in approaching editors. This is how it should be done, straight to the point and don’t forget to pay me. In this story, the children need to raise some cash and Noel hits upon the brilliant idea of flogging his poetry. Except...

A man with no plan

We went to a charity bazarre the other morning, and came staggering out with a sack load of books. Before heading into the airy 1950s ‘salle communale’ across the road to load up on home baked cakes, scones and jams the International Women’s Club had churned out to...

On spherical emotions and the need for adjectives

Never thought of emotions as spherical before, but grasp the need for their many-sided expression.  And the fact that emotions being often neither only positive nor negative, but sometimes ‘both together and something even more’, you need all the adjectives you can...

Manuscripts as moments in time

I have long felt this sense of time’s encapsulation in manuscripts, and I like this example of a manuscript being dated to a single day over 1,000 years ago because of the precision with which an unknown illuminator drew planets in orbit. Having occasionally been...

Communication before comprehension

Over the years I’ve encountered a road block that stumps many people in the appreciation of poetry.  Including people who can fully embrace other artistic expression such as painting and music. One way to remove that road block is to reassure them that you don’t have...

Civilised conversation

A fine selection of subjects to talk about with a new acquaintance. This is the boy’s first (and last) encounter with a new girl in the neighbourhood, before she shuns him in favour of another boy. These stories, drawing on the author's own childhood, see the world...

Work as ingratiation

The nature of work, both in the ideal and in reality, captures my interest. Noting the many unhappy faces on a rush-hour bus or train is to mind the gap between the ideal and the reality for most people, and ask if it is just the way of it, or if meaningful work for...

On clothes and calls

In Grahame’s account of a Victorian childhood, the boys are baffled by the adult penchant for putting on formal clothes and then going to call on people, when they could just as well mess about at home in their old clothes. Clothes as a topic of conversation are also...

Running away to sea

At least in his imagination, this boy runs away to sea after being banished to the nursery or lifted by the scruff of the neck or otherwise humiliated by the omnipotent and unreasonable Olympians, whom we call adults. In many cases, the inevitable triumphs of...

Gallows’ humour

One of the most impressive and humbling aspects of some people living under oppression is their capacity to crack jokes about it.  I am known for having a sense of humour, but in this I would fail and simply sink into abject misery and fear.  First up, the Poles,...

Paranoia reaches its logical conclusion

Apparently Stalin had a moment of dazzling self-knowledge shortly before his death, stating: “I’m finished, I don’t even trust myself.” Source: quoted in The Cold War, John Lewis Gaddis (London: Penguin Books, 2007 [2005]), p. 104

Why, Chagall, why?

According to Orlando Figes, Chagall was invited to decorate the streets of Vitebsk in celebration of the first anniversary of the October Revolution.  Bemused local officials asked the obvious question: ‘Why is the cow green and why is the house flying through the...

Communism meets sheep

A wonderful analysis of Communism and why it didn’t quite add up for this Romanian farmer, as described by Donald Hall who travelled in Romania in the 1930s, living and working alongside Romanian peasants and farmers.   ‘Now suppose you have two cows,’ he said. ...

Kingly encouragement

Surely one of the pithiest, funniest and most ebulliently floor-wiping book criticisms in the history of scribbling and patronage.  All those long days and late nights scratching away with a quill on blotchy parchment so you can present your king with a glorious...

Anodyne angels

These Victorian children, based on real life characters (Kenneth Grahame’s siblings) are spirited and independent minded. And utterly unimpressed with the pious presentation of angels in their carefully vetted religious reading. In one painting they do find some that...

The best room in the palace

How do you impress a girl on first meeting? By divulging details of the chocolate room in your dream palace, of course. There is a lovely illustration of this irresistible place by Mayfield Parrish, surely the finest room of all. For what palace could be complete...

The beauty of banquets

This banquet happens after the staged fight between St George and the reluctant dragon, engineered to keep the punters happy.  After it’s over, they all go and feast together and everyone lives happily ever after. Which is as it should be. ‘Banquets are always...

Grateful gods

Adults, as you know, are remote, powerful and unpredictable, giving them a striking resemblance to the Greek gods on Olympia. When they make promises to take you to the circus which they then casually renege on because they prefer to go to a garden party in a mauve...

Feeling, deep as a puddle

Gaskell is as capable as Jane Austen of skewering shallowness and pretension. I like this breezy ‘general friendly feeling’ being humorously shown for what it is, benign but utter indifference. ‘For Mrs Gibson and Molly he had a general friendly feeling; but he did...

For conscience sake?

A quotation from a Victorian novel that has the wit, warmth and brightness of earlier writers such as Jane Austen, nailing foibles in passing comments or throwaway lines by the characters themselves. Here, the charming and lightweight Edith is writing to the main...

High fashion, slow post

One of the features of postal correspondence is its slowness, probably a key contributor to its slow demise, though perhaps one of its endearing aspects, if you allow it.  I was therefore intrigued by the role of letters in the branding and communications of an...

Refinement, one stair at a time

Wise as he is, Mr. Gibson makes one wrong move in his life, marrying a fizzy, dizzy woman, causing grief and dismay to his daughter Molly. Worse, Mrs G takes it upon herself to refine her step-daughter whom she feels has been allowed to run wild with the lack of a...

An original thought

Gibson is one of the main characters in Wives and Daughters, the wry village doctor, and father of Molly, one of the most endearing and admirable characters in English literature. Gibson has a series of assistants working with him, most of whom underwhelm him with...

Plus ça change…

There’s something reassuring in seeing that what appears an ‘issue’ today appeared equally so to people long ago. It puts the issue in perspective and makes it seem an eternal, pointless fuss. So, we lament the sloppiness of texting and emails and the general...

Letters kept, letters destroyed

Given the fragility of letters, it’s astounding how many have survived centuries and even millennia. Added to which it seems quite common for people to have purposely destroyed them, whether because they considered them worthless, or wanted to protect themselves or...

The innovation of envelopes

They’re so ubiquitous that it’s a surprise to learn envelopes were a mid-nineteenth century invention.  Somewhere in Gaskell I remember a character protesting at this new-fangled costly creation. Previously people folded the sheet of paper in on itself to form its own...

Letters tolerably long

Gaskell has many Jane Austen touches in cheerily summing up lightweight characters. But inconsequent as the letter and the writer might be, letters themselves were a lifeline of news and contact. People would sit together while one of them read out a letter that had...

Red letter day

A red letter day is a holiday or a memorable day, something that might be marked on the calendar in red. For me it’s also a ‘red letter day’ when I receive a hand-written letter or card from someone I care about. First, there’s the magic of seeing your name and...

Wine and humility

Horace, it seems, drank humble wine and was himself a humble man. I loved this use of wine as an analogy for the poet and for the transmuting of humility into eternity. ‘This humble wine stands for the humble poet, the freedman’s son, and beyond that for the poetry...

A poem begins

This lovely comment by one of America’s finest and most beloved poets, Robert Frost, on the origins of poems – not in thoughts, but in feelings. ‘A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.  It is never a thought to begin...

Wine’s wonderland

The Romans, using an old Greek word, called southern Italy Oenotria, the land of wine; the Greek word draws attention to the way Greek colonial settlers in southern Italy brought with them the vine and their own wine culture.’ Wine is a constant theme in my life, even...

Wine and time

Having written an entire essay, if not a thesis, on this vital and universal issue, I am always in search of other people showing appreciation for the element of time in making things fine. I even once took quite some time to learn two pages of prose by heart because...

Wine and poetry

Wine as a perfect metaphor for poetry, with the same nature, alchemy and effects. Both can make you heady, or be heart-warming, comforting, or rousing. I don’t think poetry makes people fall over, however. ‘Wine and poetry are quite alike in their natures and their...

Of words, wording and eternity

Part of my blogophyte journey has been to learn about some of the technical workings of the online world, among which Search Engine Optimization (SEO) is a big deal. Thankfully there are excellent bits of software you just plug in that will tell search engines your...

Freedom gained?

What is freedom? Options? Room for manoeuvre? Time? Carte blanche and blank cheques? Absence of censorship? Self-mastery? Purpose? Recently I’ve had time and cause to think about leadership, and self-mastery has emerged as a front-runner at least as a necessary...

The poet’s role

I am interested in ideas about the role and nature of poetry, and have featured a number on WritingRedux. Featuring them doesn’t mean I fully agree with them, or consider them to be definitive. The poet’s role is sometimes to shed tears and feel sympathy for the...

On poetry and human feeling

Apart from pointing me to some translations of Catullus that may propel to me a new level of human feeling, this gives me much to think about. Poetry being a question of ‘speaking with full human feeling’ is already a bold idea, and a good test for meaning and...

The aim of aimlessness

This made me think - surrendering to aimlessness to write poetry (and other things?  A good letter?  A story?).  Perhaps I misinterpret Eyres’ advice, but I sense in it the need, when putting pen to paper, to allow a moment of emptiness, reflecting the blank page or...

Poetry as redemption

Harry Eyres’ book is as much about the nature of poetry as about Horace, and I was struck by this quotation of Wallace Stevens, along with a comment by Ezra Pound that poets and artists could both be viewed as the ‘antennae of the race’, a role I believe is probably...

Of wine and poetry

Here we have a poet and a vintner who connects the magic between wine and poetry.  Wine can be poetic in its effects, and poetry can be an outpouring.  They both involve alchemy. May you find joy and bedazzlement in the unplanned, the unexpected and the pathless....

Be sweet, be useful, and even be true

It seems Horace wanted to fulfill this injunction, intending his poems to be ‘helpers of humanity’. Perhaps another reason his poetry endures is that humanity (at least parts of it) is still striving to live meaningfully, joyfully and wisely, and in this (other...

Rules of engagement

Where I have failed to appreciate some of the most enduringly esteemed works of literature, it has often been due to falling flat on my face in terms of the translation I happened to pick up.  I’ve learned not to dismiss a work I read in translation if it has been...

On writing letters

The wryness of Kenneth Grahame’s Dream Days is captured here in describing the cultural activity of choice for his younger brother. Harold wraps his arm around his paper to protect it from the prying eyes of his older sister. When she tries to wrestle it from him, the...

The poetic dragon

One of the most imaginative tales in Kenneth Grahame’s Dream Days concerns a reluctant dragon. He has no interest in dragonly archetypes: forget fighting and hoarding treasure and burning things up with the breath of death. This dragon prefers to hang out on a...

A sensible sort of room

The boy slips out of a deadly dull afternoon tea in which two ladies are talking about clothing. He finds himself in the book-lined library next door and finding one door-stopper packed with pictures, he lies on the thick hearth-rug to flick through a glorious book...

Autumn mornings

Romanian Furrow is an account of months spent living and wandering in Romania in the early 1930s, learning Romanian and helping with the harvests.  First published in 1933, it captured a world soon to be trampled by the juggernauts of war.  A lyrical account of rural...

Summer send-off

This lyrical quotation captures that brightness of summer as it matures, as if it doesn’t want to leave the seasonal stage without taking an extravagant bow. ‘The air was clear, the earth glistened, and the trees shone with a brighter green in defiance of the autumn...

The cusp of autumn

There is a ‘sad sweetness in summer’s passing’, perhaps due to the earthy warmth of autumn’s approach. Autumn tends not to come storming in, but steps gently across the landscape. Today is the ‘official’ change and it seems the season is keeping time – I woke to a...

Leaves lapping at your feet

The Runaways is a bestellar children’s book I will review on these pages. And Ambrose the dream uncle, though you don’t mess with him. As in other books by Elizabeth Goudge, the children stumble upon adventures which have them give short shrift to a secret curse...

Your chosen family

Most readers, particularly those who make little distinction between the past and present in seeking their sustenance, will be able to think of people they would choose for their ‘literary family’ across millennia.   I love the image of imaginative mitochondria...

Scobie and the sea

This quote has haunted me since I first read Durrell’s Alexandria Quartet about thirty years ago. It is still on my wall in calligraphy. Scobie was a wonderful character. ‘Clea once asked him: “Do you not miss the sea, Scobie?” and the old man replied simply, without...

Bees and trees

This captures what I feel when I see sage and valiant bees and the genius of trees. ‘The earth is not as you see it. There is a sagacity in bees, there is a genius in trees.’ Source: Edmund de Waal, The White Road: a pilgrimage of sorts (London: Chatto & Windus,...

Pebble pusher

Keats, known as a poet, was also one of history’s great letter writers.  He loved life and seized it even as it slipped away from him, embracing moments of joy centuries before anyone talked about ‘mindfulness’. He was also immensely playful, contrary to the image we...

The art of living fully

And how!   May you be ever inventive in living a full life. I will find some images that merit this quotation and make cards and posters. ‘Living a full life requires invention.’ Source: Molly Peacock, The Paper Garden (London: Bloomsbury, 2012), p....

Thalassa, thalassa

Osip Mandelstam is a favourite poet whose prose I only recently discovered.  His Journey to Armenia is a marvelous, textured complement to Vasily Grossman’s An Armenian Sketchbook. This quotation captures for me the hypnotic and curative effects a sight of the sea can...

An event, a happening

Mandelstam lived in a brutal place and time, costing him years of freedom and ultimately, his life.   All the more impressive and touching that he managed to cherish the existence of a single plant. ‘A plant in the world, that is an event, a happening, an arrow.’...

Life as gift

A strong statement by a man whose life was taken from him in the harshest circumstances, and who lived at a time when life was considered neither a gift, nor inalienable. ‘Life is a precious gift, inalienable.’ Source: Osip Mandelstam, Journey to Armenia, trans....

Located and alive

What a great way to spend a day, a perfectly Daoist state. Hoping you can also take in the brilliant facts of the world by being located and alive. ‘She was calm, engaged, located, and alive. … able to begin to take in the brilliant facts of the world.’ Source: Molly...

Immortality by reading

This wonderful quotation was published in El Pais in the days following Umberto Eco’s passing.  Wishing you 5,000 years of reading-endowed life, backwards, forwards, or sideways. ‘By the age of 70, he who doesn’t read will have lived only one life.  He who reads will...

All about revolutions

Fine understatement given how many billions of human hours have been lost obliging people to listen to revolutionary speeches. ‘That is slightly the problem with revolutions. There are an awful lot of speeches to sit through.’ Source: Edmund de Waal, The White Road: a...

Green on green

A lovely description and an idyllic image of an English county. ‘Herefordshire is green on green, lichen on old apple branches, ivy in the woods, the rot in the floorboards.’ Source: Edmund de Waal, The White Road: a pilgrimage of sorts (London: Chatto & Windus,...

Continue

Found in a letter by a distant and anonymous imperial Chinese official in response to the trials and complaints of the Imperial Commissioner for Porcelain.  A marvel of arms’ length sympathy offering no solutions. ‘I read everything. I understand. Continue.’ Source:...

A blank map

‘You’ll start with a blank map, that doesn’t do more than show roughly what’s water and what isn’t.’ What a metaphor!   Doesn’t that describe so many of the journeys we begin?  The book even includes a black ink sketched version of this rudimentary map, allowing...

This is my life

This statement of arrow-straight simplicity could serve as an occasional sanity check. If it rings true, we’re on track. If it causes a flinch or a wince, we probably aren’t living as we could or would wish to. Flipped to the past tense, it would be a perfect epitaph...

Awake!

Coming from someone who lived and died in one of the most terrifying times in history, a reinforcement to those of us living in gentler times but not without our own fears. ‘You’re awake, don’t be afraid of your own time.’ Source: Osip Mandelstam, Journey to Armenia,...

Spirited innocence

Mary Delany lived at a time when most women, particularly of her class, were given anything but ‘full career’, yet she managed to carve out a great space in which to expand, and made that space available to others. She combined enormous generosity of spirit with...

Close questioning

I found this marvelous mention of Moishe the Beadle in The Economist’s obituary of Elie Wiesel. Given how much religious and ideology-driven effort has been exerted over centuries to stop people questioning too much, Moishe seemed to turn faith on its head by...

Watching the sun rise

This line stands out in the book as a contrast to the father’s generally benighted, crushing behaviour towards his sons, as if some part of him still inclined towards light. ‘He wanted to make sure we had witnessed the sunrise.  This was the first duty of living...

Street stories

The street as a fount of stories, conveying the detail and complexity of human lives, even those which may appear humdrum to outsiders. ‘Now I know one thing: no street is small. They all hide never-ending stories, they all conceal countless secrets.’ Source: Mia...

Silence & music

Music is everywhere, this seems to imply; even silence is gravid with it! ‘Every silence contains music in a state of gestation.’ Source: Mia Couto, The Tuner of Silences, trans. David Brookshaw (Biblioasis, 2012 (2009)), p. 13

How to help a bird fly

Wise words for human lives, all the more poignant for watching fledglings make mistakes and still persist in flying, even after surviving collisions with window reflections that look like open sky. ‘You don’t help a bird to fly by holding onto its wings. A bird flies...

Shaping words and forming letters

It’s unusual to read such a detailed comment on the act of writing by hand.  But once you have the paper chosen and the pen filled, it’s an absorbing motion.  And such care taken by someone who is writing letters he never sends. 'He cleared his bench and began to...

To live?

Another fine definition of what it is to be alive. I like not only the ‘dreams fulfilled’ but also Couto’s reference to ‘receiving news’. ‘To live? Surely, to live is to see dreams fulfilled, to look forward to receiving news.’ Source: Mia Couto, The Tuner of...

From here to eternity

This feels a perfect metaphor for living in the present and for the long run. Perhaps it is intended to be a choice, you do one or the other, but I see it as twofold advice, embracing the world from the big things down to its details. ‘He who seeks eternity should...

Life & understanding

Food for thought this one. Does it mean you are more alive when you are most baffled by it all? Or that you are most alive when you stop trying to understand too much? ‘Life only happens when we stop understanding it.’ Source: Mia Couto, The Tuner of Silences, trans....

Life wasn’t made to be …

This quotation has become a companion, a reminder that life is – or at least should be - bigger than the daily concerns that often plague it. ‘Life wasn’t made to be fleeting and of little consequence. And the world wasn’t made to have boundaries.’ Source: Mia Couto,...

Reading as a meandering canoe

This is a beautiful metaphor for a boy discovering the magic of reading and writing, both of which were forbidden to him. ‘With his index finger, he roamed again and again over the print, like a canoe drifting drunkenly down imaginary rivers.’ Source:  Mia Couto, The...

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