The Rotunda - bustard ,cello , tides and f-holes
There is something disruptive about the Rotunda that in its very formality is disturbing to space and to scale
Here’s a Great Bustard - she was shot in 1839 . They got her mate as well
They were the last pair in the county ,and now they are extinct but here she’s stuffed in such a lifelike stance
Not reproachful , more like - curious . Its so easy to be outstared by eyes of glass
The next case holds the ammonites , devils toenails and a coloured map of Yorkshire showing different types of rock
A poster made in printers letters for the Smith and Phillips lectures on Geology , Sponsored by the Scarborough Philosophical Society . Held Monday , Wednesday in the Town Hall - also Friday - One o’ clock
A cello large and bulbous with a darkly gleaming polished shell
The strings are thick and knotted - lifted by a bridge and ending in the tail and spike for resting on the floor .It belonged to Mr Johnson who was 104 when he died in Scarborough .There are f-holes in the cello where the body starts to swell .
The cello ends in tuning pegs and also wooden scrolls
The curling sheets of glass - the curving dome above
The balcony that’s out of bounds
The spiral stair is not allowed except on special days .
The sound of crashing waves from somewhere down below
That lifting - crashing - from the ocean shifting -It is and isn’t - isn’t - is - and then its gone
But is it ? are you sure ?
When here it seems that nothings straight - but offset circular
January 2019
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