In both cases their bodies are sheltered by a small space and their external vision is only fixed on one point, yet this provides their internal vision with endless space to explore. This also puts one in mind of anchoresses or of William Cowper in his beloved alcove at Olney.
‘Housed everywhere but nowhere shut in’, writes Bachelard, ‘is the motto of the dreamer of dwellings… A daydream of elsewhere should be left open therefore, at all times’. The final section points towards further thinking by briefly examining the work of the twentieth-century Cumbrian writer, Norman Nicholson (191487), and highlighting the tensions in his development of a site-specific, post-Romantic poetics of place and space. It summons to my mind Woolf’s recognition of the need for the ‘queer amalgamation of dream and reality, the perpetual marriage of granite and rainbow’.
Bachelard removes entirely the negative connotation of being “cornered” and in these chapters beautifully aligns the absence of claustrophobic thinking with its opposite of being present in vast exterior spaces: on the sea or in forests. Somehow I never realised that I most comfortably read, think and work in the shelter of a corner, either a naturally occurring one or one I have managed to construct. I especially love this latter chapter and the one on corners. He offers reflections on drawers, chests, nests, wardrobes and corners there is also a seemingly contradictory but completely revelatory chapter on what Bachelard terms ‘intimate immensity’. In describing the domestic spaces that both give us shelter and provide an untrammelled place in which to think and feel, Bachelard explores poetry, philosophy, observation and memory (sometimes simultaneously). This book is difficult to categorise but this is where, to me, the joy of it dwells.
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