{"id":9418,"date":"2020-12-30T15:43:05","date_gmt":"2020-12-30T15:43:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.siteandinsight.com\/?p=9418"},"modified":"2020-12-30T15:43:05","modified_gmt":"2020-12-30T15:43:05","slug":"ruins-and-recoveries","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/glenvillaartgarden.com\/fr\/ruins-and-recoveries\/","title":{"rendered":"Ruins and Recoveries"},"content":{"rendered":"

What can we say about 2020? Queen Elizabeth’s Annus Horribilis<\/em> comes to mind. So does the subject of ruin — personal and business ruin, political ruin and the final ruin, death, which came this year for hundreds of thousands of people, more than we imagined possible when the pandemic began.<\/p>\n

But, Janus-like, ruins have a positive as well as a negative face. It may seem contradictory but\u00a0history and the evidence of my own eyes tell me that to contemplate ruins is to contemplate the future as well as the past.<\/p>\n

At Painshill, an early 18th century English garden, the eccentric owner Charles Hamilton constructed a Mausoleum in the form of a ruined Roman triumphal arch. Passing through this ‘arch of death,’\u00a0 as he called it, contemporary visitors would emerge on the sunny banks of the River Mole, where they would see Hamilton’s newly constructed waterwheel, a revolutionary device that generated electric power and offered a\u00a0forecast of\u00a0what the future would bring.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\"A

The Mausoleum has lost the top of its triumphal arch but the side columns remain.<\/p><\/div>\n

 <\/p>\n

In the late 1970s, the American cultural geographer J.B. Jackson wrote a thought-provoking\u00a0 essay called \u00ab\u00a0The Necessity for Ruins.\u00a0\u00bb He argued that ruins provide the incentive for restoration, and in words with strong religious connotations wrote that \u00ab\u00a0the old order has to die before there can be a born-again landscape.\u00a0\u00bb<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\"A

Now a tourist attraction, the island prison Alcatraz fits Jackson’s definition of a born-again landscape. Or at least one that has been re-purposed.<\/p><\/div>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ruins appeal to us like haunted houses do, attracting us almost against our wills. Their empty spaces,\u00a0once filled with doors or windows, are\u00a0 magnets for the imagination, and we fill those spaces with our own fantasies, with dreams of what was, or what might have been, or what\u00a0one day may be.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\"The

The empty windows in this wall at the private garden La Torrecchia in southern Italy offer glimpses onto a verdant countryside in the process of becoming less verdant.<\/p><\/div>\n

 <\/p>\n

Romantic fantasies are part of the appeal. The Italian garden Ninfa, so redolent of the glories of bygone days, mixes the sour air of moldering walls with the powerfully sweet scent of lilacs and roses.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\"The

Ninfa has been called the most romantic garden in the world. The arched bridge is probably the most photographed spot in the whole garden, and the green tint in the water is part of\u00a0its appeal.<\/p><\/div>\n

 <\/p>\n

But too much sweetness spoils the broth. To\u00a0exert their full impact, ruins need a whiff of decay.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\"A

A temple at Siem Reap in Cambodia casts a spell which is particularly strong when approached in silence.<\/p><\/div>\n

 <\/p>\n

As Sir\u00a0George Sitwell noted in his book, On the Making of Gardens, <\/em>ruins\u00a0where the patina of moss and age have been removed lose their appeal. The stillness of old Italian gardens, with their air of \u00ab\u00a0neglect, desolation and solitude,\u00a0\u00bb\u00a0makes breathing almost too great an effort. We become unmoored, drifting in and out of time.<\/p>\n

\u00ab\u00a0Sleep and forgetfulness brood over the garden, and everywhere from sombre alley and moss-grown stair there rises a faint sweet fragrance of decay.\u00a0\u00bb<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\"An

An overgrown staircase, the Scala Santa, leads up the hillside at the Italian Villa Cetinale to\u00a0the hermitage at the top.<\/p><\/div>\n

 <\/p>\n

Vegetation that is out of control\u00a0adds to the appeal of a ruin, its\u00a0growth suggesting that even in\u00a0the most inhospitable circumstances, life will assert itself.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\"Rampant

Rampant growth characterizes almost every ruin in Cambodia. The fig trees here threaten to swallow the roof of this temple.<\/p><\/div>\n

 <\/p>\n

The combination of fecund\u00a0nature and crumbling edifice conforms to the Christian doctrine that makes the death and decay of the individual a necessary prelude to resurrection.\u00a0 The skull beneath the skin and other allusive\u00a0momemto mori <\/em>are often seen in European churches and churchyards. Rarely are they as explicit, though, as the inscription that accompanies the skeleton below.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

All you that do this place pass bye<\/span><\/p>\n

Remember death for you must dye.<\/span><\/p>\n

As you are now even so was I<\/span><\/p>\n

And as I am so shall you be<\/span><\/p>\n

Thomas Gooding here do staye<\/span><\/p>\n

Wayting for God’s judgement daye.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\"This

This unforgettable tombstone is in the cathedral at Norwich, England.<\/p><\/div>\n

 <\/p>\n

Where, in the ruins of bodies and buildings, do we find today’s equivalent of Charles Hamilton’s water wheel? Where do we look for a future that promises recovery rather than ruin? Not for me in the contemplation of death or in the re-purposing that transformed Alcatraz from prison to tourist attraction. Not in the romantic dreams that speak to young girls’ hearts or in the political forces that have caused so much unnecessary suffering and pain. Hope seems to lie only in\u00a0the natural world and its\u00a0relentless tenacity. It alone seems capable of overcoming the\u00a0follies we humans perpetrate — and\u00a0let’s\u00a0acknowledge\u00a0it,\u00a0we committed plenty of those in 2020.<\/p>\n

<\/del>Shelley’s poem\u00a0Ozymandias<\/a> speaks to the futility of aspiration. If worldly power can crumble, leaving only trunkless legs and a shattered visage, what is the point? The poppies that sprout from stone walls, the trees that split boulders, the weeds that emerge from cracks in the sidewalk, even the bare and boundless sand that stretches far away: they promise that\u00a0the world will continue, with us or without.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\"batch

Poppies are near indestructible flowers, a promise that life goes on, regardless of our stupidities.<\/p><\/div>\n

 <\/p>\n

I take heart from those poppies and from initials carved into tree trunks. Looking at the photo below, you may wonder why Andy felt the need to deface a tree in order to mark his presence.\u00a0Was he\u00a0the one who carved the hearts on the branch? Who knows, and who cares? His name, along with those hearts and the scrawls that were difficult to read when I saw them a decade ago,\u00a0will be indecipherable soon, if they aren’t already.\u00a0 The tree will grow around them, obliterating the past in favour of its future health.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\"Andy's

Andy’s name will slowly disappear from this tree trunk in West Australia.<\/p><\/div>\n

 <\/p>\n

I ask myself if anything good will come from this ruin of a year. Perhaps we will become kinder to one another. Perhaps more of us will realize that to take care of ourselves, we must also take care of others. Perhaps we won’t. But I hope that we will.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

What can we say about 2020? Queen Elizabeth’s Annus Horribilis comes to mind. So does the subject of ruin — personal and business ruin, political ruin and the final ruin, death, which came this year for hundreds of thousands of people, more than we imagined possible when the pandemic began. But, Janus-like, ruins have a…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":12098,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[24,82,346],"tags":[945,946,947,46,436,948,533,763,949,950,951,326],"class_list":["post-9418","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-design","category-miscellaneous-2","category-quotations","tag-945","tag-alcatraz","tag-annushoribilis","tag-j-b-jackson","tag-la-torrecchia","tag-momento-mori","tag-ninfa","tag-painshill","tag-ruins","tag-siem-reap","tag-sir-george-sitwell","tag-villa-cetinale","category-24","category-82","category-346","description-off"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/glenvillaartgarden.com\/fr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9418","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/glenvillaartgarden.com\/fr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/glenvillaartgarden.com\/fr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/glenvillaartgarden.com\/fr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/glenvillaartgarden.com\/fr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9418"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/glenvillaartgarden.com\/fr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9418\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/glenvillaartgarden.com\/fr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/12098"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/glenvillaartgarden.com\/fr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9418"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/glenvillaartgarden.com\/fr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9418"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/glenvillaartgarden.com\/fr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9418"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}