Explore the travels of objects at TIDEfest

For the last five years the TIDE Project has been exploring Renaissance travel, promoting transcultural education in schools, and revealing hidden wonders from archives around the world. Nandini Das and Lauren Working invite Arts of Place friends to join TIDEfest, a free online literary festival over the weekend 31 July-1 August.

You can register here for a Creative Writing workshop 5.00-6.30pm on Saturday 31 July. Led by award-winning poets Sarah Howe and Fred D’Aguiar, the session will explore ideas of migration and cultural memory through objects that cross borders and spaces. A tobacco leaf leaves North American soil and ends up pressed between the pages of an Oxford botanical book; an ivory salt cellar carved by West African craftspeople leaves Sierra Leone for the courts of Europe. Using artefacts in Oxford museums and beyond, this workshop will encourage participants to think about the connections between objects and the imaginative places they take us.

    Salt cellar from Siera Leone

Tobacco leaves travel to Europe… an ivory salt cellar sets out from Sierra Leone…

Literature for quiet times

Alexandra Harris got together with Professor Kate McLoughlin, who is researching the history of silence, to think about texts that seemed particularly meaningful in the first weeks of lockdown and isolation.

William Cowper's summerhouse in Olney

William Cowper’s summerhouse in Olney

They recorded four short podcasts: on Shakespeare’s Sonnet 23, DH Lawrence’s ‘Silence’, a moment of pause in Virginia Woolf’s Between the Acts, and William Cowper’s defence of quiet home life in The Task.

Podcast 4, on William Cowper, is especially concerned with place. Cowper rarely travelled far from home, and much of his poetry considers what might be gained by attending seriously to domestic life and local surroundings.

The text discussed by Kate and Alex is from Book 3 of The Task:

How various his employments, whom the world
Calls idle, and who justly in return
Esteems that busy world an idler, too!
Friends, books, a garden, and perhaps his pen,
Delightful industry enjoyed at home,
And nature in her cultivated trim
Dressed to his taste, inviting him abroad—
Can he want occupation who has these?
Will he be idle who has much to enjoy?
Me, therefore, studious of laborious ease,
Not slothful; happy to deceive the time,
Not waste it; and aware that human life
Is but a loan to be repaid with use,
When He shall call His debtors to account,
From whom are all our blessings; business finds
Even here: while sedulous I seek to improve,
At least neglect not, or leave unemployed,
The mind He gave me; driving it, though slack
Too oft, and much impeded in its work
By causes not to be divulged in vain,
To its just point—the service of mankind.
He that attends to his interior self,
That has a heart and keeps it; has a mind
That hungers and supplies it; and who seeks
A social, not a dissipated life,
Has business; feels himself engaged to achieve
No unimportant, though a silent task.
A life all turbulence and noise may seem,
To him that leads it, wise and to be praised;
But wisdom is a pearl with most success
Sought in still water, and beneath clear skies.

 

Find the full series at TORCH | Oxford Research Centre for the Humanities