Today has mostly been spent falling back in Love with Virginia Woolf and thinking about walking through Kew Gardens on an unseasonably sunny day where ‘The ponderous woman looked through the pattern of falling words at the flowers standing cool, firm and upright in the earth, with a curious expression.’ I promise I did not just choose that quote because it contains one of my favourite words (‘curious’, equal only to ‘perculiar’). It also makes my mind wonder back to walking on a Sunday morning through Richmond park from Roehampton to Richmond, staring at deer and pretending to be rich. Sometimes forgetting I was not in the countryside and saying hello to a stranger when they walked past. A faux-pas was that. It must be something other than the grass which makes people speak to each other down here.
But something else is taking shape. Something on ebooks and Audrey Niffenegger. Graphic novels, Walter Crane, William Morris and the Kelmscott Press. Image-text relationships and handicraft; the tactile nature of books. The exact question is yet to arise, but I believe that is going to be this semester’s essay subject(s).
I think too much of London through these hours. Like the dangling carrot. Forgetting there is yet another year tacked on. Forgetting the indomitable BANK. Thinking only of St. Barts and St. Pauls. Columbia flower market, Jewish-Italian men and talk, talk, talk. Here, the sky is getting heavier and yesterday’s sunshine has gone.
‘But the cathedral is different, cold, incense laden, faint blue with the veils of madonnas.’ – Virginia Woolf creeps in again.