It’s beautiful weather, the 30th March, and tomorrow
the clocks go forward.
How strange it is to be lying here listening to whatever it is
is going on.
The days are getting longer now, however many of them I
And the pencil I am writing this with, old as it is, will easily
outlast their end.
Slimy posts and brickwork, I love such things,’ said Constable.
Also, trees and wind
And clouds reflected in the water, as shown by his limpid
Water-meadows at Salisbury.
His father owned watermills and windmills; he understood
weather from childhood.
Of hail squalls in spring he has this to say: ‘The clouds accumulate
in very large masses,
And from their loftiness seem to move but slowly; immediately
on these large clouds
Appear numerous opaque patches, which are only small clouds
Before them. Those floating much nearer the earth may perhaps
fall in with
A stronger current of wind, which drives them with greater rapidity
from light to shade
Through the lanes of the clouds; hence they are called by wind-millers
and sailors, Messengers,
And always portend bad weather.’ Therefore Constable learned
the craft of chiaroscuro.
Ten years ago it was your going through what had to be gone through
Then the bigger blip. We’d scan the clouds for whatever augury
they bore, clouds
That bloom and dim from marble sheen to darks of silver at the edges,
in the throes of being
And becoming. Shown what showed on the screen, we wondered,
what do we know of
Our bodies, the internal country undiscovered until now, and then
not understood? Now
It has befallen me to go through what will be, we gaze into the clouds
and listen to the sound
Of water in the Waterworks … I open a book to see what Constable
recorded one day on
Hampstead Heath: ‘31st Sepr 10-11 o’clock morning looking Eastward
a gentle wind to the East’ —
The moving cumulus caught on the fly between hand and eye? Study,
as in ‘an act of learning’?
Let’s say a happenstance of Constable and cloud, the final picture
Quasi-shapely, cauliflower-plump, with just a hint of dark top right
to prove the chiaroscuro.
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