Canterbury
Mar. 25th, 2005 08:49 amBack in the day- when going on pilgrimage was the most fun you could have with your tabard on- Canterbury cathedral was England’s grandest theme park and money making machine. Then Henry VIII destroyed the shrine of Thomas Becket- which was the heart of the enterprise- and it was as like kicking the Mouse out of Disneyland. Before the Reformation Canterbury was one of the capital cities of the Christian imagination and afterwards it was just a provincial town with a big jagged building at its centre for storing battle-flags and burying soldiers in.
There’s a ghostliness about the cathedral, an emptiness. A guide who looked like a gentler, kinder Peter O’Toole latched onto me and told me a couple of the miracles of Thomas Becket. How a blinded thief got his sight back and changed his life, how a woman came all the way from Cologne to be cured of insanity. These stories, once compelling, have become quaint. According to the leaflet we were handed at the door it costs £9000 a day to maintain the building. Only our will sustains it. If we stopped finding it interesting, if the visitors stopped coming, it would crumble- settle like a cloud of suspended dust- and after a couple of hundred years there’d be nothing left but a clutch of broken pillars.
There’s a ghostliness about the cathedral, an emptiness. A guide who looked like a gentler, kinder Peter O’Toole latched onto me and told me a couple of the miracles of Thomas Becket. How a blinded thief got his sight back and changed his life, how a woman came all the way from Cologne to be cured of insanity. These stories, once compelling, have become quaint. According to the leaflet we were handed at the door it costs £9000 a day to maintain the building. Only our will sustains it. If we stopped finding it interesting, if the visitors stopped coming, it would crumble- settle like a cloud of suspended dust- and after a couple of hundred years there’d be nothing left but a clutch of broken pillars.
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Date: 2005-03-25 02:28 am (UTC)Oh,how they extol the virtues of the Cradle of Christianity,and oh how they keep you away from some grisly parts of the city,
You wouldn't find a guide to show you around Martyr's Field.
Hope you enjoyed your day,did you see the Starbucks right next to the cathedral entrance?
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Date: 2005-03-25 08:07 am (UTC)And perhaps some ghost priests looking for their vestments.
How evocative--I grew up with a series of framed illustrations from the Canterbury Tales hanging in our various houses, so I got to wondering about the Wife of Bath and her friends. To see Canterbury, no matter how diminished in our day, would be thrilling.
(My brother loved Bath. He brought us all souvenirs. I got a bottle of water.)
Jackie, American
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Date: 2005-03-25 08:35 am (UTC)I have to agree. Funny,there is much in our collective...memory?...that we really don't remember, but we know anyway.
uh...did that make any sense?
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Date: 2005-03-25 08:47 am (UTC)Our neighborhood is about to turn a church into condos. Better that than tearing it down to make condos, I think -- at least they're saving the facade and the stained glass, which will be part of an atrium.
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