Tuesday, 22 August 2017

Europe's Most/Least Cultural Nations?



Which is Europe's Most Cultural Nation? Euronews


Who says the performance has to be live? What about live transmission by satellite to your local cinema? What about reading a book?

Who says "culture" comes down to going to concerts, the opera, plays at the theatre, or the ballet?

Eurocentric, well-heeled metropolitan cultural snobs, perhaps?

Update:

I see Euronews has just changed the title of this posting, to "Who are Europe's Culture Vultures"! 



Weymouth: Plans for Weymouth's Rejuvenation



Plans are unveiled for Weymouth's rejuvenation, Dorset Echo




UK: Supermarket discounts- meet NHS exercise targets


From The Telegraph: Families could get supermarket discounts if they hit NHS exercise targets

The Metropolitan Museum and an Ancient Greek Vase, Pappas Post


NYC’s Metropolitan Museum Surrenders Ancient Greek Vase to the Authorities for Investigation, Pappas Post


The Case of 13 Coins, Mailonline





William Barnes, On the Road with Dorset's "Rock Star" Poet and Lecturer


Some posters from William Barnes' Scrapbooks, Dorset County Museum, William Barnes Archive, with enormous thanks to Marion Tait, Honorary Curator of the William Barnes Gallery and Archive - this posting is intended for possible linking to the William Barnes Society website. NB - these posters are pasted down in a precious scrapbook (except for the final Mere poster) hence the impossibility of photographing them on a flat surface.

"It has been calculated that Barnes gave at least 178 lectures to working mens' institutes throughout Dorset, Hampshire, Wiltshire and Somerset". Alan Chedzoy, William Barnes, A Life of the Dorset Poet, 1985. In a note, Alan Chedzoy cites Trevor Hearl's William Barnes the Schoolmaster, 1966 (page 311). In Trevor Hearl's words: "Well into his 70's, he travelled some ten thousand wintry miles over the roads and railways of Wessex, lecturing to Mechanics' Institutes from Bristol to Southampton, from Wellington to Salisbury, often in remote villages, at the invitation of a score of societies. The evidence of 178 recorded lectures shows that instructive topics yielded to popular demands for poetry readings".





















Monday, 21 August 2017

William Barnes and Bridport; Bridport Harbour; Bridport School of Art; Literary and Scientific Institute



I spent a fascinating morning with Marion Tait, Honorary Curator of the William Barnes Gallery and Archive at the Dorset County Museum. I had booked a three-hour research slot at the Archive, and Marion had, almost miraculously, found the very items I was hoping to study.


I have a special connection with Bridport and West Bay, where my mother lived for twenty-five years, and I had always been interested in Barnes' poem Bridport Harbour, which I first read in the second volume of The Poems of William Barnes, edited by Bernard Jones (1962). Jones has a note on Bridport Harbour, which begins: "Barnes wrote these stanzas for Louisa Colfox who, as she wrote in a letter of thanks on the day after they were written, was trying 'to replenish the empty purse of the Treasurer of the Art School' at Bridport. They were printed by Frost of Bridport in a small, green paper backed booklet with a title page: A POEM,/WRITTEN BY THE/REV. WILLIAM BARNES,/FOR/THE BENEFIT/OF THE/BRIDPORT SCHOOL OF ART. Mrs. Colfox also had the booklet illustrated with views of Bridport Harbour, or West Bay as it became at the wish of the railways which are now leaving it to its fate, and two of these, though not the same two, were pasted into each copy. The text of the poem was signed and dated the 29th July, 1872".

Many years later, I bought a copy of the 1954 Jubilee Year edition of the Dorset Year Book (at Bridport's Saturday Market), which contained Bridport Harbour, and a note on the poem by Giles Dugdale.



Dugdale writes:

"The poem was written 'For the benefit of The Bridport School of Art' which, like the Institute, was founded and fostered by the Colfox family and their friends. William Barnes many times lectured for them to raise funds for its support...The Bridport poem was printed and illustrated by photographs of West Bay, looking east and west. It contained a misprint, as will be seen from the letter he wrote to Mrs. Colfox:

                                                                                                            Came Rectory,

                                                                                                              7th of August, 1872.


Dear Mrs. Colfox,

                I thank you for the booklings. You have made a nice little thing of my rhymes. I hope it will be of some service to the school. The compositor has misread one word. "Crest" in the 5th line should be "crew".          

                            With kind regards all round,

                                                                        Yours truly.

                                                                                     W. BARNES


I was very excited when Marion Tait produced for my inspection an original copy of the rare "bookling". This copy was presented to the Dorset County Museum by Mr. Henry Symonds in May 1931.

I reproduce my hasty photographs of some pages and the two illustrations here (with the permission of the archivist) with the intention that my posting will be linked to the excellent William Barnes Society website.





                 
                                                                       
Marion Tait had also found other relevant items, posters and letters. William Barnes gave lectures and readings at the Literary and Scientific Institute in Bridport:



The members of the Literary and Scientific Institute wanted Barnes to read his poems rather than to give a lecture on a topic of his suggestion which "may not be so generally acceptable".




Thomas Hardy on West Bay/Port Bredy - from Fellow Townsmen


"The wind had already shifted violently, and now smelt of the sea.


The harbour-road soon began to justify its name. A gap appeared in the rampart of hills which shut out the sea, and on the left of the opening rose a vertical cliff, coloured a burning orange by the sunlight, the companion cliff on the right being livid in shade. Between these cliffs, like the Libyan bay which sheltered the shipwrecked Trojans, was a little haven, seemingly a beginning made by Nature herself of a perfect harbour, which appealed to the passer-by as only requiring a little human industry to finish it and make it famous, the ground on each side as far back as the daisied slopes that bounded the interior valley being a mere layer of blown sand. But the Port-Bredy burgesses a mile inland had, in the course of ten centuries, responded many times to that mute appeal, with the result that the tides had invariably choked up their works with sand and shingle as soon as completed. There were but few houses here: a rough pier, a few boats, some stores, an inn, a residence or two, a ketch unloading in the harbour, were the chief features of the settlement."