Do You See?
Trust Cesare Pavese to make my day when it just seems to go nowhere.
But the last couple days I did go somewhere. I mentioned in my earlier post — the Highlands! Yep, I’m done touring Fort William and Mallaig. What a cracking visit.
Really don’t know how to describe it all. Too many precious little memories and far less words at my disposal. And I have quite a few photos that I will upload only later.
But something should be said. Or shown. Pavese has a poem that makes me happy and anxious, both. It says something. It draws a plane — from a confinement to a return. It makes me forget all that could be imaginary. A poetic attempt to “cleanse my vision” should I say?
Also, I have a Mallaig mural from the Internet… I didn’t see any while walking about there.
“Words from Confinement” BY CESARE PAVESE
TRANSLATED BY GEOFFREY BROCK
Source: Dissaffections: Complete Poems 1930-1950 (Copper Canyon Press, 2002)
Mallaig mural: from the Internet
How do you cope with a seemingly ending end? How do you cope with not looking at a sky lit up till late night, at loggerheads with the rhododendrons? What sun and moon are your companions? Your answer should only be in a poem. The way Pavese says: “We were drunk on the thought of impending return.”
And I will return.
Saturday night in Fort William, I chatted up a couple of men working at a takeaway while ordering my sheesh kebab. “We’re from Turkey and we’re Kurds.” One loved the Highlands; the other complained the “mountains” were too low. I mentioned Bahman Ghobadi’s film “Turtles Can Fly”. They went delirious! Kurdistan, oh, Kurdistan. Even in the smile, I saw glassy eyes.