Ciaran’s Peculier [sic] Blog

A view of the world from an Irish hole

Month: May, 2010

A forgotten Italian poet

The late Thirteenth century was a marvellous time in Italy. It was like the dawn of a new era in human history. The medieval world was giving way to something far finer and more outward looking, which came to be known as The Renaissance. Already new forms of painting under such masters as Cimabue were being developed. The dead hand of plainchant was giving way to polyphony in music. Speak of this era and one immediately thinks of Dante, but there was another poet, a few years’ Dante’s senior, who deserves to be better known.

 Cecho Angiolieri was born in Siena around 1260. (My friend Gerry jokes that he has one big thing in common with Jude Law – they’ve both been in Siena …) Cecho moved to Rome where he son became famous, if not infamous for his skills as a versifier and a satirist. He liked the finer things in life, like wine and women, but seldom had money to pay for either, and what littler he did make he soon squandered away at the gaming tables. Surprisingly Cecho lived to the ripe old age (for his day) of fifty-two.

 Cecho is famous for a fresh and unencumbered style. Not for him the anally retentive prissiness of Dante and the dolce stil nuovo dominated by its adoration of love and female perfection. While Dante swooned after his Beatrice, Petrarca his Laura, and Boccaccio his Fiammetta, Cecho lusted after his Becchina, but whereas these poetical muses were “high class totty”, either married or destined to marry noblemen and w bankers, Becchina was a full-blooded, three-hundred-and-sixty degrees woman, the daughter of a cobbler and leather worker. Incidentally he is reputed to have once called dearest Dante a bollocks, or the Florentine equivalent.

About 150 poems by Cecho including the sonnet “S’ I’ fosse foco” (If I were fire) which I have appended in a rather free translation which probably seems like Jack Kerouac meets Stewy from Family Guy.

 If I were fire I’d burn the world,
If I were wind I’d blow it away.
If I were water I’d drown it,
If I were God I’d send it to the depths/
If I were Pope, I’d have a great time
As I’d do everyone in Christendom.
If I were emperor – do you know what I’d do?
I’d cut off the heads of everyone around me

If I were Death I’d go to my father’s,
If I were life I’d flee from him.
I’d do the same with my mother.
If I were Cecho, which I am and have been.
I’d take the girls who are young and gay,
And give the old and ugly away. 

Captain King in Kamchatka

 Apart from those members of Captain Cook’s crew who were unambiguously Irish, there were also many with strong links to Ireland. One of them was Lieutenant (later Captain) James King. Although he was a native of Clitheroe in Lancashire, his father, who was a curate in Lancashire, was subsequently named Dean of the diocese of Raphoe in Donegal.

 King had served with Cook as assistant astronomer and second lieutenant during the latter’s fateful third voyage. On Captain Cook’s death he was named first lieutenant on board HMS Resolution under the ailing Captain Charles Clerke and accompanied him northwards towards the Kamchatka peninsular. When the voyage landed at Petropavlovsk Kamchatskiy he travelled to meet the commanding officer on the peninsular, the Baltic German Major Behm who resided at Bol’sheretsk on the Okhotsk Sea. Both ships were then furnished with adequate provisions, and both the Resolution and her sister ship HMS Discovery left Petropavlovsk-Kamchatskiy in June, just after they had witnessed an eruption of the nearby volcano Avachinskiy. This showered the ships with an inch-thick covering of volcanic ash. He sailed towards the Bering straits in a vain attempt at finding a north-western passage leading to Baffin Island and Hudson’s Bay, but they were frustrated in their travels by thick pack ice, which forced the ships back to Petropavlovsk. It was while lying off the harbour that Captain Clerke died and King became the commander of the Discovery.

 King continued Captain Cook’s journal of the voyage. He has left behind some amazing and interesting descriptions of life on the Kamchatka peninsular at the time. The area had been opened up to Russian settlers in the preceding decades. Many of these were fur trappers, as well as Cossacks who pursued an unspoken policy of genocide against the native Itelmens or Kamchadals, similar to what would happen on the other side of the Pacific Ocean in the next century. Their numbers had been further thinned by a serious outbreak of smallpox in the 1760s.King describes a surprising level of co-existence between native and settler. The natives were governed by officially appointed toions or magistrates, many of them the result of intermarriage between the Russians and Kamchadal. They had tax collecting powers, as well as what amounted to complete criminal and civil jurisdiction over the Kamchadal living in their area. The only person above them was the provincial commander. Major Behm’s departure to return to European Russia to another appointment coincided with the expedition’s leaving, and King noted genuine sorrow on the part of the Kamchadal to see him going. King described their dress and domestic arrangements, as well as the particularly close relationship they enjoyed with the bear. Their dance was characterised as a series of movements of ursine imitation – sounds just like Strictly – while the Kamchadal observed the habits of bears closely, using berries and plants that the animal used for dealing with cuts and abrasions.

 Nowadays there aren’t many Kamchadal left. Most had given up their language in favour of Russian, and because there were so few of them they didn’t qualify for any of the largesse of Stalin’s Nationalities’ Policy, such as their own National Area.

How does my garden grow

I love growing vegetables. There is something so life affirming about watching seeds germinate, tending the young and growing plants, harvesting the crop and then eating the freshest produce available. Sadly, I can’t say I possess green fingers, unlike my partner Rosie. As a result of my lack of horticultural assiduity Rosie has tended to steer me clear of gardening, but this year I have been allowed to nurture a number of crops from sowing to (hopefully)  harvesting.

 These include “cut-and-come-again” salad crops. A few weeks’ ago I sowed two seed collections, both from the long-established company of Thompson and Morgan. The first was a selection of leaves such as endive (which I adore – much more flavour than ordinary lettuce), escarole lettuce and salad burnet whose Linnaean name is I think Sangisorbus. These suffered a mini disaster early on when one of our five cats decided to take a dump in the container. However, the seeds have germinated in the remaining poop-free part of the container and are already healthy and vigorous seedlings. The second sowing in a different container consisted of oriental leaves, such as red mustard, mizuna and pak choi. They too are doing well.

 On the same occasion I sowed some French beans. These were a dwarf, purple-podded variety called Purple Queen from Unwins . I rounded off my horticultural adventures by sowing a dwarf variety of pea called Piccolo Provenzale from those wonderful seed merchants Franchi, also known as Seeds of Italy, whose seeds ae always remarkable for their freshness.

 The other area of vegetable growing I showed interest in was courgettes. Yesterday I sowed three varieties: Tondo di Nizza, Rugosa Friulana and a golden variety, all from Franchis. Even if we get a glut of courgettes I look forwarding to eating their delicious flowers stuffed and fried.

Captain Cook’s Irish sailors

Irishmen were to be found among the crew of all of Captain Cook’s voyages of discovery. I’ve identified four who played not insubstantial roles in his second voyage.

 This set out with the aim of discovering a southern continent. It consisted of two ships; the Endeavour, captained by Cook himself, and the Adventure, a former collier, commanded by Tobias Furneaux.

 The Adventure became separated from the Endeavour early in 1773. The two ships endured a much longer separation beginning in October of the same year off the New Zealand coast, and were not destined to be reunited. The Adventure landed at Queen Charlotte Sound on the north-eastern extremity of New Zealand’s South Island at the end of November 1773, only a few days after the Endeavour had sailed a way. On December 17th a party of experienced seamen was sent, several days’ later, to the nearby Grass Cove (called Wharehunga by the local Maoris), to collect information and foodstuffs. They were expected to be stay for only a few hours, but night fell without their return. The next day a search party commanded by Lieutenant Burney found the grisly indications of what had happened to them. They first found fresh meat which they wrongly identified as dog meat, but the discovery of ten headless and disembowelled corpses showed that the men had been murdered. What’s more there were indications that they were being prepared for eating. (Anyone interested in reading more about he Grass Cove Massacre should visit New Zealand History online

 Those on board included Francis Murphy, the ship’s quartermaster, and John Cavenaugh. I don’t know where in Ireland they came from, but their surnames give us some clues. The surname Murphy is common throughout the island, but is especially numerous in Co. Cork. Cavenaugh or Kavanagh is common in the southeast, especially in counties Carlow and Wexford.

 Murphy and Cavenaugh can, I believe, hold the rather dubious accolade of being the fire Irishmen killed in New Zealand.

 The company of Cook’s ship Endeavour included an Irish gunner’s mate named John Marra (probably O’Meara). The surname is common in Co. Tipperary. He had previously joined the Dutch naval service, or probably the Dutch East India Company, which brought him to Java and Batavia (now Djakarta). It was there Captain Cook first met him, while returning from his first voyage of discovery. Marra professed to having no friends or contacts in Europe, and when the Endeavour stopped off at Tahiti in 1773 he exhibited a strong indication to stay there. This may have been enhanced by the low cost of living and the welcome of the natives, especially the women. Cook however impressed upon him the need of staying with the ship. We don’t know how he did it but maybe the threat of flogging or the cat o’ nine tails did the trick for he returned to England with Cook. Once there he did not initially go gentle into that good night of obscurity. All of the officers and crew promised Cook they would not publish accounts of the voyage until the Admiralty had given its consent. Public interest in their findings was intense and rumours abounded about what he had discovered and their appetite for information could not be assuaged by then non-existent media like television. It was therefore with considerable unease that in September 1775 Captain Cook learned that an account of the voyage, written by one of the participants, was at a London printers and was awaiting publication. Suspicion initially fell on the Endeavour’s gunner, Robert Anderson, but when Cook challenged him he denied all knowledge and undertook to find out who had written about the voyage. A visit to the bookseller and printer Francis Newbury provided him with the necessary information: it was \Anderson’s old friend John Marra, then residing at the Angel Inn, Angel Court, Southwark. Anderson left him in no doubt that he had earned the displeasure of the captain. Although he denied involvement he travelled with Anderson to the publisher where he insisted that the account of the voyage they had should only be published under hi8s name. But he was still anxious to retain the patronage of Captain Cook so he paid him a visit, again denying any involvement in the publication scheme himself but pointing the finger of blame at others, including a coxswain named Reardon – a surname of Counties Cork and Limerick. These people had already supplied drafts to the publisher who had rejected them because they were so badly written. Cook was content that if these were the only publications then pending, they did not think they were “worth regarding”. But he intended to pay a visit to the printers to discover the truth of the matter. This would be made3 easier by his knowledge of all the handwriting of his crew.

 Whether he ever made this trip I do not know. Certainly at the time Cook had other, and bigger fish to fry, not the least was the invitation to lead yet another voyage to the South Pacific. This was the prove his last, from which he was not to return. I have found no references to Marra being one of the crew.

© Ciaran Parker 2010

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