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It is winter, but there are fire flies in the rimy woods leading down to the creek, refusing to leave with the summer heat, they land in the folds of her cloak, on her gloves, they flicker in front & lead her to the icy water, to the lantern in the boat, rocking in the swell.
Into the dusk she walked, through the gardens, through the iron gate & onto the moor. Like a sparrow in her plain dress, she scattered cheese & bread & apple-cake for the foxes & the birds, & the sky shone silver & far on the horizon, smoke from a bonfire was rising like a pyre.
The Feast of Saint Gummarus & the Antwerp docks are bustling in the drizzle. Nutmeg, coal smoke, flax, hot tar, fish, tea! She has her dog, Ivan, her suitcase & a hat box, money sewn inside her dress, & is searching for the boat & the Norwegian Captain she met the night before.
Boots for the theatre, for a boat trip on the Volga & the first stirs of a desperate love affair. Diphtheria & the entrancement of a handsome face in the hospital gardens. Everything he paints is for her, the whole of Russia he remakes for her each night in pigment & oil & light.
Once upon a time, in 1830s Düsseldorf, a small & charming mouse lived in the walls of a painting academy. The proprietress, a melancholy but kind countess, fed him each night with Johannisbeeren & morsels of cheese, & told him secrets of the great city & her few patrons.
As a child, she knew warm, tar-scented fur & snow deep-footed in the birch forests & bitten rose cheeks & hoar frost on willow trees & the weak amber-gold sun sinking into their frozen river. And her heart ached for home, there, by the taxi cabs & chestnut sellers & news boards.
Proust would only drink coffee bought from Maison Corcellet at 8 rue de Lévis, served on a silver tray with a small silver coffee pot, engraved with his initials, a gilt edge bowl decorated with the family crest & piping hot milk in a porcelain jug. #InternationalCoffeeDay2019
Oxford, 1926. A furious red velvet coat for the chaos of the beginning of term, for a morning on the fall of Robespierre, followed by lunch with the Warden, for moorhens & Mongolian limes in University Parks &, as evening casts melancholy, this ridiculous duel by the river reeds.
Saverio Manetti's Ornithologia methodice digesta, one of the most important publishing ventures undertaken in 18th c Florence. Begun in 1767 & completed 10 years later, its 5 folios were larger, more skilfully engraved & finely coloured than any other previous work on birds.
Winter 1916. A silk dress of Lupinus arcticus & dark Norwegian skies, of restless, fretting dreams of coal ships and mines & zeppelins, of falling through hoar frost and hard ice and packed snow into the lost, wheeling stars.