070407.Bathwick, Pigeon Grotto

April 7, 2007 at 12:27 AM | Posted in Bathwick, Canals, Chisel Marks, Pigeon | Leave a comment

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Sydney Gardens. Pigeono and Pigeonietta spy each other and fall in love at the Capulet’s ball. You know the rest of the story.

-posted by JosyC

070328.Bathwick, Star Cross’d Lovebirds

March 28, 2007 at 1:27 AM | Posted in Actors in Period Costumes, Architecture, Bath, Bathwick, Canals, Chisel Marks, Gardens & Parks, Peephole Views, Pigeon, Ruins, somerset | 8 Comments

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[Sydney Gardens, Kennet and Avon Canal:.]
PIGEONO [Coming forward.]:
But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the East, and Pigeonietta is the sun!
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon
Who is already sick and pale with grief
That thou her maid art far more fair than she.
Be not her maid, since she is envious.
Her vestal livery is but sick and green,
And none but fools do wear it. Cast it off.
It is my lady! O, it is my love!
O, that she knew she were!
She speaks, yet she says nothing.
What of that? Her eye discourses; I will answer it.
I am too bold; ’tis not to me she speaks.
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars
As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!

PIGEONIETTA :
Ay me!
PIGEONO:
She speaks.
O, speak again, bright angel, for thou art
As glorious to this night, being o’er my head,
As is a winged messenger of heaven
Unto the white-upturned wond’ring eyes
Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
When he bestrides the lazy puffing clouds
And sails upon the bosom of the air.

PIGEONIETTA:
O Pigeono, Pigeono! Wherefore art thou Pigeono?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I’ll no longer be a Capulet.

PIGEONO [Aside.]:
Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
PIGEONIETTA:
Tis but thy name that is my enemy.
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What’s Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face. O, be some other name
Belonging to a man.
What’s in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other word would smell as sweet.
So Pigeono would, were he not Pigeono called,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Pigeono, doff thy name;
And for thy name, which is no part of thee,
Take all myself.

PIGEONO:
I take thee at thy word.
Call me but love, and I’ll be new baptized;
Henceforth I never will be Pigeono.

PIGEONIETTA:
What man art thou, that, thus bescreened in night,
So stumblest on my counsel?

PIGEONO:
By a name
I know not how to tell thee who I am.
My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself
Because it is an enemy to thee.
Had I it written, I would tear the word.

PIGEONIETTA:
My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words
Of thy tongue’s uttering, yet I know the sound.
Art thou not Pigeono, and a Montague?

PIGEONO:
Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike.
PIGEONIETTA:
How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?
The orchard walls are high and hard to climb,
And the place death, considering who thou art,
If any of my kinsmen find thee here.

PIGEONO:
With love’s light wings did I o’erperch these walls;
For stony limits cannot hold love out,
And what love can do, that dares love attempt.
Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me.

PIGEONIETTA:
If they do see thee, they will murder thee.
PIGEONO:
Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye
Than twenty of their swords! Look thou but sweet,
And I am proof against their enmity.

PIGEONIETTA:
I would not for the world they saw thee here.
PIGEONO:
I have night’s cloak to hide me from their eyes;
And but thou love me, let them find me here.
My life were better ended by their hate
Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.

PIGEONIETTA:
By whose direction found’st thou out this place?
PIGEONO:
By Love, that first did prompt me to inquire.
He lent me council, and I lent him eyes.
I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far
As that vast shore washed with the farthest sea,
I should adventure for such merchandise.

PIGEONIETTA:
Thou knowest the mask of night is on my face;
Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek
For that which thou hast heard me speak tonight.
Fain would I dwell on form–fain, fain deny
What I have spoke; but farewell compliment!
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say “Ay;”
And I will take thy word. Yet, if thou swear’st,
Thou mayst prove false. At lovers’ perjuries,
They say Jove laughs. O gentle Pigeono,
If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully.
Or if thou thinkest I am too quickly won,
I’ll frown and be perverse and say thee nay,
So thou wilt woo, but else, not for the world.
In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond,
And therefore thou mayst think my havior light;
But trust me, gentleman, I’ll prove more true
Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
I should have been more strange, I must confess,
But that thou overheard’st, ere I was ware,
My true love passion. Therefore pardon me,
And not impute this yielding to light love,
Which the dark night hath so discovered.

PIGEONO:
Lady, by yonder blessed moon I vow,
That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops–

PIGEONIETTA:
O, swear not by the moon, th’ inconstant moon,
That monthly changes in her circle orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.

PIGEONO:
What shall I swear by?
PIGEONIETTA:
Do not swear at all;
Or if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
Which is the god of my idolatry,
And I’ll believe thee.

PIGEONO:
If my heart’s dear love–
PIGEONIETTA:
Well, do not swear. Although I joy in thee,
I have no joy of this contract tonight.
It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden;
Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
Ere one can say it lightens. Sweet, good night!
This bud of love, by summer’s ripening breath,
May prove a beauteous flow’r when next we meet.
Good night, good night! As sweet repose and rest
Come to thy heart as that within my breast!
PIGEONO:
O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?
PIGEONIETTA:
What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?
PIGEONO:
The exchange of thy love’s faithful vow for mine.
PIGEONIETTA:
I gave thee mine before thou didst request it:
and yet I would it were to give again.
PIGEONO:
Would’st thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love?
PIGEONIETTA:
But to be frank and give it thee again.
And yet I wish but for the thing I have.
My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.
I hear some noise within. Dear love, adieu!
[NURSE calls within.]
Anon, good nurse! Sweet Montague, be true.
Stay but a little, I will come again.
[Exit.]
PIGEONO:
O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard,
Being in night, all this is but a dream,
Too flattering-sweet to be substantial.
[Enter PIGEONIETTA again.]
PIGEONIETTA:
Three words, dear Pigeono, and good night indeed.
If that thy bent of love be honorable,
Thy purpose marriage, send me word tomorrow,
By one that I’ll procure to come to thee,
Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite;
And all my fortunes at thy foot I’ll lay
And follow thee my lord throughout the world.
[NURSE within.]
Madam!
PIGEONIETTA:
I come anon.–But if thou meanest not well,
I do beseech thee–
[NURSE within.]
Madam!
PIGEONIETTA:
By and by I come.–
To cease thy strife and leave me to my grief
Tomorrow will I send.
PIGEONO:
So thrive my soul–
PIGEONIETTA:
A thousand times good night!
PIGEONO:
A thousand times the worse, to want thy light!
Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books
But love from love, toward school with heavy looks
[Enter PIGEONIETTA again]
PIGEONIETTA:
Hist! Pigeono, hist! O for a falc’ner’s voice
To lure this tassel gentle back again!
Bondage is hoarse and may not speak aloud,
Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies
And make her airy tongue more hoarse than
With repetition of “My Pigeono!”
PIGEONO:
How silver-sweet sound lovers’ tongues by night,
Like softest music to attending ears!
PIGEONIETTA:
Pigeono!
PIGEONO:
My sweet?
PIGEONIETTA:
What o’clock tomorrow
Shall I send to thee?

PIGEONO:
By the hour of nine.
PIGEONIETTA:
I will not fail. ‘Tis twenty years till then.
I have forgot why I did call thee back.
PIGEONO:
Let me stand here till thou remember it.
PIGEONIETTA:
I shall forget, to have thee still stand there,
Rememb’ring how I love thy company.
PIGEONO:
And I’ll still stay, to have thee still forget,
Forgetting any other home but this.
PIGEONIETTA:
‘Tis almost morning. I would have thee gone–
And yet no farther than a wanton’s bird,
That lets it hop a little from his hand,
Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
And with a silken thread plucks it back again
So loving-jealous of his liberty.
PIGEONO:
I would I were thy bird.
PIGEONIETTA:
Sweet, so would I.
Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
[Exit.]
PIGEONO
Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!
Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest!

…[It doesn’t end well, so I’ll summarize: After hearing that PIGEONIETTA ate some bad bird seed, PIGEONO swallows a slice of white bread (the urban legends were true!). Then PIGEONIETTA, overcome by grief, flies into a window.]

>If you got down this far, congrats. I didn’t. But it’s now true, one picture tells 1,638 words.

070117.Bradford-on-Avon, The Tragic Treasury-7

January 17, 2007 at 12:16 AM | Posted in Architecture, Bradford-on-Avon, Overcast, Pigeon, Wiltshire | 9 Comments

(Corvine pigeons?:)

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It gets dark around here early
because of all the crows
What they want and where they came from
no one really knows
Crows are sour and surly
with reason, I suppose

There are crows, (crows,) crows in the trees
Saying crow things, doing as they please
There are crows, (crows,) crows everywhere
But when I think of you, dear, I don’t care

It gets light around here slowly
because of how it goes
Everyday we hear the same dumb
list of those crows’ woes
Thinking they’re so holy
while leaving mementoes…

There are crows, (crows,) crows in the trees
Saying crow things, doing as they please
There are crows, (crows,) crows everywhere
But when I think of you, dear, I don’t care

I don’t care
because I know you love me,
unlike all the crows lurking above me…

–“Crows” by the Gothic Archies.

Hey, I won’t be checking this very often for a week or two but will get back to everyone after that.

070110.Bathwick, Pulteney Bridge Pigeons and Plans

January 10, 2007 at 12:42 AM | Posted in Architecture, Bath, Bathwick, Bridges, Chisel Marks, Pigeon, Pulteney Bridge, river, River Avon, somerset | 9 Comments

Draw this and you’ll see it’s pretty much the definition of one-point perspective.

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I’m about Pulteneyed out, so this is the last one for now. Tomorrow I’ll start a 13 part non-bridge series…of unfortunate events, which I won’t have to do very much in. I’ve dug myself in a hole here, …or perhaps I can think of a metaphor that involves bridges, water, and not being able to breathe… nope, can’t think of anything. But basically, I’m going to be very busy until the end of January. Here’s another shot of Pulteney Bridge from the angle that the photographer was taking it at on 2 Jan.
The building in back is the early 20th century Roman Baths building that connects to the Pump Room and the baths on facing both Abbey Yard and Kingston Yard (the Abbey’s former cloisters area).

Here’s some plans for the bridge that I photographed out of Ison’s Georgian Buildings of Bath (See credits below:)
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Here are some views of the bridge before Thomas Baldwin added a second story:
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And here’s what Robert Adam’s may have based the design on:
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Plans and etchings from: Ison, Walter. The Georgian Buildings of Bath from 1700 to 1830. Bath: Kingsmead Press, 1980. (Page numbers included in image.)

070102.Bathwick, Q: What To Focus on this New Year? A: Pigeons.

January 2, 2007 at 1:37 PM | Posted in Architecture, Bath, Bridges, Chisel Marks, people, Pigeon, Pulteney Bridge, Reflection, river, River Avon, somerset, Vaults | 4 Comments

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And like a miracle the sun came out today after weeks of rain and gloom. Early in the morning I was taking a few shots and found myself competing for spaces with this guy. I was first on several shots but he beat me to the bridge, and thus made it in my long shot of the bridge.

P.S. Of course, I had to copy his close up pigeons on the bridge shot, and after taking it and downloading it, it’s really not worth posting. But who knows what dull weeks lie ahead.

I’ve featured Pulteney Bridge on this site several times before. It was designed by the famous Robert Adam to connect Bath and Bathwick, before the latter was even built. (Bathwick and the bridge were financed by the Pulteney family.) It was constructed between 1769 adn 1774, and it was also one of the first photos I took when I arrived her 102 days ago (such a long time!).

061011.Bath, North Parade Bridge

October 17, 2006 at 8:57 PM | Posted in Architecture, Bath, Bridges, Pigeon, river, River Avon, somerset, Waterfront | 2 Comments

Looks like the pigeon is climbing stairs.

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