In Presentation, Production on April 29, 2012 at 1:01 pm
This is a map of its route. It began, as an idea perhaps, in Augsburg in 1678. The idea container became a brewer of beer. I would have liked that. He didn’t. And so, the idea and its container went north, through heavily forested country and farmland, over the Donau, to Nuremburg, where Johann Homann taught him to engrave.
He returned to Augsburg with the skill but it wouldn’t be till 1744, towards the end of his life, that the idea would find expression on paper. From there who knows how many journeys, how many copies, how many owners, till in the latter half of the 20th century it was picked up in an antique shop in Dublin, Ireland and found a home with us in leafy Lucan.
Since then it has been restless. Before long it was gracing walls in Madrid, baking in the summer heat of Spain’s central meseta. After that a return to blustery Ireland, to Dublin, then Dundalk. It crossed the Irish Sea by boat and might have settled in the gently rolling country of Hampshire, England. But it wasn’t to be.
It would have satisfied the container, I think, to see his idea take its longest trip yet, over the blue curve of the Atlantic to the New World. More
In Plenary, Practice on January 4, 2012 at 1:36 pm
The first day of my year really; we were travelling yesterday.
Car, plane, car, home.
I have resolved to begin the year as I mean to go on – writing, getting up earlier, running, making more money and losing some bloody weight. After a week in England I feel like a pig stuffed with a pork-stuffed pig. Just a couple of months ago I felt great after a summer of morning runs and day-long lungfuls of fresh sea air. I’ve already messed up on the second resolution by forgetting to reset my phone to Spanish time, but I’ll get a run in today, or at least a 6km walk for my out-of-practice legs.
It was a heady holiday. Against the backdrop of roads, streets and housing estates from my adolescence, we had a gathering; we formed a group that hadn’t been in the same room at the same time for many a year. With the new additions we were four generations; it felt as if a loose thread, left over from a long read chapter, had emerged once again in the weave.
Hospitality; I wrote about it a few weeks ago. Do you remember? Did I sound like I knew what I was talking about? Boy did I not know what I was talking about. More