Harvesting Words Then Letting Them Emerge
I have been away from this
space for some time. I have not been idle though. I have continued writing. It
has just been in other places. My notebook writing has been vigorously pursued
and I have been working on a new book. I have also been working, travelling and
reading.
Annie Dillard’s words in
‘The Writing Life’ resonate frequently.
‘The writer is careful what he reads, for
that is what he will write. He is careful of what he learns, because that is
what he will know.’ I keep these words close at all times. A writer needs to absorb ideas and indulge in
adventures in order to provide output. It is in living that the writer harvests
the essential treasure to be transformed into words. I had to immerse myself in the experience
before the words could emerge. My recent adventures are swirling around in my
head. They are ready to be transformed into words…
I recently returned from
almost four weeks in Italy .
During my visit I saw a host of noteworthy things. A week in Rome ,
a week on the Amalfi coast at Praiano and a week based in the tiny Sicilian village of Sant . Ambrogio provided rich, diverse
experiences. Experiences too numerous to unpack in a single post.
A lingering memory
however. revolves around two towers I saw as part of my great Italian adventure.
The first, a modern art installation in Rome .
The second, an ancient bluestone tower on the Amalfi coast at Praiano.
In Rome , my wife, Vicki and I took part in a
Vespa tour exploring this ever intriguing living museum.
During a half day ride we visited a number of hidden jewels across the
eternal city. Near the end of the tour we were taken to see an art
installation at the MACRO Testaccio.
Thousands of pieces of solid and flexible bamboo connected
and interlocked, have been fashioned into a tower. Reaching 25 metres. it is
both creative and imaginative. This amzing tower has been erected in a most
unexpected location. This adds to the tower’s impact on the viewer. Colourful lashings have been used to bind the
bamboo into an impressive structure. We walked inside the ‘walls’ of the tower.
We walked around it, marvelling at its intricate design. You can actually walk
up into the tower, but on the day we visited, this option was not available.
The boy in me loved the tower’s defiant stance, its stature. Arriving here was a
great way to conclude our Vespa tour! Unfortunatley, the tower is just a
temporary wonder. It will remain
towering over Testaccio until the end of June.
A few days later, we moved to the Amalfi Coast ,
and based ourselves in Praiano to be part of a friend’s birthday celebration.
The house in which we stayed was perched high on the cliff overlooking the
coast and the Tyrrhenian Sea . It took exactly
74 steps to reach our eyrie. From the window we could look across a nest of
houses and restaurants to a stone tower. It stood on an elevated ledge on the
edge of the coast. We were curious to find out more about this slightly asymmetrical
structure, so one afternoon we launched an expedition. The need to view this
intriguing structure up close and personal became an overwhelming urge.
What we discovered was an 800 year old bluestone tower
originally built to operate as a pirate spotting tower. A spotter would scan
the waters looking out for any approaching pirate ships. When the feared
Saracen pirates appeared on the horizon, the spotter would light a fire to warn
villages along the coast regarding the impending danger. A series of towers
once dotted the coast. Most of them have long disappeared.
The tower lives on as artist Paul Sandulli's artist’s studio, Visiting this old tower revealed a gem of a place. Our curiosity had been
rewarded. A thing of beauty is a joy forever as the saying goes…
So there you have it. The tale of two towers. Towers from
different eras. One transient, the other enduring and transformed. For me, both towers are equally unforgettable.
These towering memories are shared here. They were originally noted in my
writer’s notebook, using words and pictures. Student writers often linger on
these entries when I share my notebooks. It’s hard not to be curious about such
things.
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