It was supposed to be a bit of a literary pilgrimage; a visit to the house in Segovia, which had been the residence of Antonio Machado, one of Spain’s most well-known poets. The house is now a museum, and is preserved in much the same style of furnishing and décor as when Machado called it home in the 1920s. It is a lovely little place; small and intimate as a building; atmospheric of its period; and full of interesting information about Machado, including an audio-guide commentary for those who wish. And yet, fascinating as the museum was, I still found my mind wandering. Don’t worry, it’s not you, it’s me: I have a problem with museums. Any museums.
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Short attention span? I don’t think so. I can consume dense Victorian novels without wavering. Museums, though… I find my concentration tends to go AWOL. Perhaps it is having to switch focus between looking at artefacts, reading captions, and now listening to an audio commentary. In the end, I zone out of all the different conflicting and clamouring sensations.
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Sometimes, I will allow myself to daydream as I pass from exhibit to exhibit; indulge my imagination free rein. However, at the Casa-Museo de Antonio Machado, I found my mind latched onto an entirely new interest, and not one that the exhibition’s curator would have necessarily anticipated: the poet’s net curtains.
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There were net curtains in almost every room of the small house. Good, old-fashioned net curtains. Slightly grubby-looking, like all nets inevitably become; rather neglected, as though aware of the fact that they are not the primary interest. But, in their own way, they were very beautiful.
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They provided the frames for snatched views beyond the house; across the fields; to the church; into the street below. They also cast intricate patterns across the wooden floors, capturing the sunlight and projecting it across the dark boards, like a lonely corner of a Hammershøi painting.
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I wondered if Machado had found the same poetry in his net curtains that I discovered, or were they for him nothing more than dirty window coverings, which he would urge his landlady to wash more frequently?
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And don’t even get me started on antimacassars.
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© Fergus Longfellow
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Fergus Longfellow finds his pleasures in unexpected places.