I’ve considered setting up
a blog for some time now but it wasn’t until I attended a ReadToWrite
conference on e-publishing recently that I was encouraged to do it. Writers Wendy
Robertson, Avril Joy and Gillian Wales ran the conference. They have taught me so much and have
supported and encouraged me over the past few years. Without their inspiration, I would not have
reached the current point in my writing.
Wendy suggested that I create a blog and here I am.
I wanted to think of a name for my blog and then I remembered a poem by Rumi (Jalaluddin Rumi – 1207 – 1273) in a volume called ‘Rumi: We Are Three’ translated by Coleman Barks.
My love wanders the rooms, melodious
flute-notes, plucked wires,
full of a wine the Magi drank
on the way to Bethlehem.
We are three.
The moon comes
from
its quiet corner, puts a pitcher of water
down
in the centre. The circle
of
surface flames.
One of us kneels to kiss the threshold.
One drinks, with wine-flames playing over his face.
One
watches the gathering,
and says to any
cold onlookers,
This dance is the joy of existence.
I knew then that the name
of my blog had to be ‘Dancing through Life’ which is the way I feel about the
writing process. It is pure joy most of
the time.
I am an aspiring writer and I am currently working on a novel that I hope to finish very soon. The novel was inspired by my love for South West Dorset. My mother was born in this region and I have visited this beautiful county almost every year since I was born. If you don’t know Dorset, it’s because it is a best-kept secret. Devon and Cornwall are always lauded as being the counties to visit but Somerset and Dorset are often overlooked by tourists in their rush to reach Devon or Cornwall. Dorset has beautiful rolling hills and dramatic seascapes, lovely little villages and interesting harbours. The Jurassic Coast has the same protection as The Grand Canyon so you can see that this part of Dorset is very special. It is a UNESCO designated World Heritage Site.
I think this view is stunning but I am biased.
It shows the view along
the Chesil Beach from the island of Portland.
Weymouth, together with Portland, is the sailing venue for the 2012
Olympics.
The Chesil Beach is
famous. It is 18 miles long and it is
said to contain approximately 180 billion pebbles. It stretches north-west from Portland to West
Bay and there are treacherous currents and a strong undertow in the English
Channel that borders the Chesil Beach. There
have been many shipwrecks in this area and there are communal graves in local
churchyards for those who have perished on the sea. For much of its length, the
Chesil Beach is separated from the mainland by the Fleet Lagoon which is a
shallow area of saline water. The
beaches and the lagoon are important wildlife areas.
The pebbles on the Chesil
Beach change in size along its length, starting off quite large in Portland and
ending up at West Bay as small shingle.
It is said that smugglers landing their cargoes of contraband on the
Chesil Beach knew where to find their booty, once stowed, because of the size
of the pebbles.
This is a view of West Bay where the Chesil Beach
ends.
Ian McEwan wrote a novel
‘On Chesil Beach’ which is set on the Dorset coast in the year 1962. Edward and Florence arrive at a Dorset hotel
after their wedding. At dinner, in their
room, they try to suppress their fears of the wedding night to come. Their lives are transformed by the fact that
they can’t talk about their problems.
Dorset has produced some famous authors. The most significant one is Thomas Hardy
whose rich language and brilliant stories lend themselves to dramatisation. His
novels have been made into films and dramas, for example: ‘Far From The Madding
Crowd’, ‘The Mayor of Casterbridge’ and one of his most famous novels ‘Tess of
the D’Urbervilles’. This is one of my
favourite Hardy novels, together with ‘The Return of the Native’. Hardy’s writing was brilliant but quite pessimistic
and he believed strongly in Fate and that some of his main characters were born
under a blighted star. He was also a
prolific poet, writing around 1,000 poems in his lifetime. When I read that Sir Julian Fellowes had
written a drama about the Titanic, which sank 100 years ago in 1912, it made me think of Thomas Hardy’s poem:
‘The Convergence of the Twain’
(Lines on the loss of the “Titanic”)
I
In a
solitude of the sea
Deep from
human vanity,
And the
Pride of Life that planned her, stilly couches she.
II
Steel
chambers, late the pyres
Of her
salamandrine fires,
Cold
currents thrid, and turn to rhythmic tidal lyres.
III
Over the
mirrors meant
To glass
the opulent
The
sea-worm crawls – grotesque, slimed, dumb, indifferent.
IV
Jewels in
joy designed
To ravish
the sensuous mind
Lie
lightless, all their sparkles bleared and black and blind.
V
Dim
moon-eyed fishes near
Gaze at
the gilded gear
And query:
‘What does this vaingloriousness down here?’
VI
Well:
while was fashioning
This
creature of cleaving wing,
The
Imminent Will that stirs and urges everything
VII
Prepared a
sinister mate
For her –
so gaily great –
A Shape of
Ice, for the time far and dissociate.
VIII
And as the
smart ship grew
In
stature, grace, and hue,
In shadowy
silent distance grew the Iceberg too.
IX
Alien they
seemed to be:
No mortal
eye could see
The
intimate welding of their later history,
X
Or sign
that they were bent
By paths
coincident
On being
anon twin halves of one august event.
XI
Till the
Spinner of the Years
Said
‘Now!’ And each one hears,
And
consummation comes, and jars two hemispheres.
Thomas Hardy
Hardy was an architect and he was born in a little cottage in
a hamlet called Higher Bockhampton, in the parish of Stinsford, not far from Dorchester. This cottage is owned by the National Trust
but it can only be viewed by appointment as a tenant lives in it.
The
cottage where Thomas Hardy was born.
He met his first wife, Emma Lavinia Gifford in Cornwall and
in 1874 they were married. Later they
drifted apart and when she died he was so traumatised with grief and guilt that
he channelled this by writing love poetry to Emma. In time, he married his
secretary who was 39 years younger. When he
died, his ashes were buried in Poets’ Corner but his heart was buried, with
Emma, in Stinsford churchyard. Near to
his grave, the poet Cecil Day Lewis, father of the actor Daniel Day Lewis, is
buried, such is the admiration that poets and writers had for Thomas Hardy. Many young writers, such as Virginia Woolf
and D H Lawrence admired him and Robert Graves , in his autobiography ‘Goodbye
To All That’, mentions meeting him in the 1920s. Hardy moved to Max Gate, near Dorchester and this
is where he died. Max Gate is also a
National Trust property.
Two other writers of note that lived in Dorset were William Barnes, a dialect poet and T E Lawrence, better known as Lawrence of Arabia, who wrote ‘The Seven Pillars of Wisdom’ and who lived at a place called ‘Clouds Hill’ near Wareham. He was killed on a motorbike very near to his home. My father told me a story about when he was a young airman and had been told to work in the military hospital, keeping the floors of the wards clean. The matron told him off and T E Lawrence, who was a patient at the time, told him to ignore her (in stronger language, man to man.) My father had a signed copy of ‘The Seven Pillars of Wisdom’ but someone borrowed it and didn’t give it back.
What a shame. I can
remember seeing this book on a bookshelf at home when I was a child.
So my first blog post ends now. Next time, I will talk about ‘Moonfleet’ by
John Meade Falkner, who set his children’s novel in this area. See you soon.
Hi Geri! How lovely to have you in the world of blogging. Great to read your first post about this very special part of the world - Dorset Rumi and Hardy - what more could we ask for - as I think you will know I am a huge fan of all three! And your beautiful photos too. I look forward to reading about Moonfleet,a novel I'd completelty forgotten about but which I'm sure we read at school -I'm intirgued now...!
ReplyDeleteHi Avril, I'm glad you enjoyed the Rumi poem and my memories about Thomas Hardy. I'm hooked on blogging now, especially when I have received my first comment!
DeleteIt has been a joy to produce it. Thank you for being so kind, as usual!
Hello Geri
ReplyDeleteWhat a great start to blogging, you post shows how much you love to write and record your images in photographs. I had not come across Rumi - the lines are lovely. Your love of this part of the world shines through your lines.
Looking forward now to more of your posts...
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Thank you so much, Wendy. I have loved Rumi's poetry for a lot of years. I really appreciate the time you spend on encouraging us to improve our writing. You, together with Avril and Gillian, are so inspirational to me. I enjoyed creating the blog and after one or two hiccups, I managed to publish it. I am hooked now!
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Hello Geri, This is a beautiful Blog. I have had many happy holidays in Dorset and remember Thomas Hardy's beautiful cottage very well. You were fortunate to spend so much time there.
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Hi Eileen, Thank you for your lovely comments. I appreciate them. I haven't been to Hardy's cottage for some time but it is a lovely place. I have happy memories walking through the wood to get to it and my children having a great time with the dappled sunlight reflecting on the floor. I think you can get to it without walking through the wood now.
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