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Winter Comfort

10/12/2014

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A wintry waking, frost on the glass roof of the kitchen extension, and a struggle to keep warm, even with extra socks and jumpers and the heating on repeat.  It was cold on Saturday, too, but a fine day brought out the crowds for the Mill Road Winter Fair, even though the sun didn’t really make it through the houses.  I joined thirty or so other members of Cambridge Tango for three quarters of an hour of dancing in the street in our hats and coats and street shoes and the warm embrace of friends, negotiating the crowds and trying not to slide into the gutter: great fun.  Less fun I’m sure to be asking passing strangers for money for you and your dog – imagine having to survive outside in this weather, Liz said.  Even for many with a roof over their heads, this winter promises still more punishment ahead, with Osborne’s record cuts set to return us to 1930s levels of public spending and benefit sanctions forcing many to resort to food banks.  Archbishop of Canterbury Justin Welby was shocked by the ‘stark picture’ painted by a new church-funded enquiry: ‘hunger stalks large parts of our country’, he said.  And a report from the Organisation for Economic Cooperation and Development highlights the widening wealth gap: the richest 10% of the population now earns 9.5 times the income of the poorest 10%, up from seven times in the 1980s.  A claim from a government spokesman that 93% of benefits are paid on time will be cold comfort for the hungry.  


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Comfort of a different kind comes from the sense of a journey shared.  Di and I are mapping memory.  We met almost 25 years ago in Carlisle, an artist and a writer, each recognising in the other a fellow fish out of water in that northern outpost, and have been friends since then.  Now, although we live mostly on opposite sides of the Channel, we manage to meet fairly regularly to chart our progress.  Our task: to find ways of representing our separate paths and their intersections, overlaps and divergences over the years.  The challenge: how to show our several ‘maps’ at the same time – or is it in the same place?  We began with the notion of a 3-D construction in clear Perspex.  We have progressed as far as cardboard discs of our ‘worlds’ which we imagine hanging one above the other (which above which, though?)   Meanwhile, we have collected and compared objects and photos, and made audio recordings of conversations and readings.  It’s beginning to feel like a life’s work, intensely personal but also, we hope, with some wider relevance.  And we write, our memories linked chronologically (‘childhood’, ‘teens’) or by location (Paris, London) or theme – currently we’re somewhere between railway journeys and gardens.  


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Which is where I should be, of course, out in the raw cold, trying still to figure out what exactly it is about this living world which endlessly fascinates.  Instead, I’m stuck inside waiting for the delivery-that-never-comes, beset by echoes and distractions, of which of course there are plenty.  Bob Dylan’s words ‘Stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis Blues again’ gnaw at the periphery of my consciousness, so that suddenly I’m listening to the original 1966 recording (I was 16, a year before I saw Dylan live for the first time, Di 21).  In true distraction mode, I wonder about the ‘meanings’ here, and find myself rerouted to an odd live recording from 2009, two years after I last saw him on stage (comments range from ‘legend’ to ‘wow don’t bother to turn up’) and thence to  John Lennon, who apparently penned a spoof version mocking Dylan’s needlessly obscure lyrics.  34 years and a day since Lennon was killed, so Twitter sends me to the 1963 Royal Variety Performance of ‘Twist and Shout’, followed by the ‘official’ video of ‘Imagine’ and, by a circuitous route, to an interview with Yoko Ono, recorded I think last year as she turned 80.  Whatever you think of Yoko and her work, here is someone who, like Dylan, is still growing, creating, reinventing.  Still very much an activist, her answer to the inevitable retirement question ‘I never thought of it’, she’s a great advert for a productive and fulfilling later life, claiming that ’70 was great, 80’s even better’.  Di and I were both intrigued and moved by her exhibition ‘To the Light’ at the Serpentine two years ago, the modest interactive ‘Where do we go from here?’ chiming nicely with our wanderings.


PictureSunrise over the Cam: Sophia Wickham
At last the UPS man comes and goes, and I get to step outside into wintry sunshine.  I’m much too late for the ‘rosy-fingered dawn’ first recorded by Homer and illustrated beautifully by many photos appearing on Twitter this morning.  
But there’s a pale sun in a sky streaked with lemon and cream.  The air is icy enough for me to wonder why I’ve come out without a hat; even the crowd of ducks and pigeons standing by the lock look cold.  I cycle along the river, thinking about other people’s outings – Carole who takes herself off for a long walk every Sunday, Rose on her daily circuit of river and fen – and other people’s words for winter.  It’s too early for Donne’s ‘midnight’ and for Hardy’s ‘weakening eye of day’, although the intricate tracery of bare branches reminds me of his ‘tangled bine-stems’.  I have a head full of birdsong, too.  Mark Cocker’s Claxton was on my reading pile this morning but his Guardian column beat me to it, his wonderful description of goldfinch song, ‘like flakes of gold metal held on threads… a filigree music’ sending me scouring the internet for a recording.

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The following morning I head off to the Botanics.  The grim forecast has again failed to materialise – a cool stiff breeze rather than the promised gusts and gales.  The sky is a clear grainy blue, the sun warm.  I’m not the safest cyclist & I have to be careful not to be too distracted by silhouettes of trees against the sky but there are plenty of such treats when I arrive at the garden.  I love the way trees come into their own at this time of year.  Some – Platycarya strobilacea from the walnut family and the big-leafed oak Quercus canariensis – have retained their leaves, though I’m not sure why.  Some have that smattering still which makes them look as if they have decorated themselves with tissue paper cut-outs for Christmas.  I have to remind myself that trees are their own creatures and, unlike Di and myself, have no problem with the third dimension or even, according to Mabey, the fourth dimension of time.   We could learn from them: they are, simply and without fuss, at once their past and their present.  Ali Smith’s How to be Both tackles this notion of simultaneity head-on, with humour, without sentimentality – and, yes, it’s heartening: if past & present do somehow coexist, like early versions of a fresco which are still there beneath the ‘finished’ painting, then what is lost is not lost, or not entirely, if we learn to look – we will, in fact, ‘always’ have Paris.  I’m thinking comfort in the guise of coffee as I arrive at the café, smiling as I recall a lovely moment from the weekend’s party, captured I believe on video, of my favourite tango dancer caught up in an impromptu salsa lesson, sliding out of his habitual grace into veritable granddad-dancing – well and truly out of his comfort zone.  And as I order my cappuccino I think of the difference which Cambridge’s own Wintercomfort makes to the lives of the city’s most vulnerable.


For 15 minutes of delight, go to https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FfjgjA_p3vQ

7 Comments
Ginny
11/12/2014 02:50:53 am

Kate, I loved this one. The mix of indoor and outdoor ponderings and wanderings feel just right for this time of year, as does the looking back at memories, friendships and meaning. Snow this morning in the northern outpost ;-)

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kate link
11/12/2014 03:51:20 am

Thanks for this, Ginny - glad it hit the spot. Don't envy you that snow, though!

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Timothy Holt-Wilson
11/12/2014 05:44:12 am

goldfinch song wordless unthrift barcode
filigree shot through with vital gold
- http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/180788

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nicky
11/12/2014 09:55:17 am

Enjoyed all of these aspects too Kate. Read at speed in transit, will reread at more leisure... X

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Cathy Mulvey
12/12/2014 04:44:56 am

Kate, reading this while visiting with friends on Pawleys Island, SC--sipping morning's coffee, seeing and feeling the sun rise. . .felt like a perfect posting. The indoor/outdoor details blended perfectly with your reflections and your "in the moment" opportunities.
Thank you!

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janet
15/12/2014 09:44:17 am

Enjoyed this Kate, will read again with more time! All seemed very
appropriate to me, and ,as ever, needs thinking about. Wish I could
catch up on all the books you mention! or even the birdsong. The only one I have is a thrush, singing on a Birthday card.
I was working in the garden this morning with a noisy robin for company. Lovely.

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Clare Crossman link
22/12/2014 10:08:15 am

Love the idea of intertwinned lives and how to map them Happy chritmas Kate

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