Author Archives: John Cutrone

Autumn

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10:21 AM today in Lake Worth: here begins autumn by the almanac. This is Eastern Daylight Time, so if you are seeking the precise equinox moment in your town, work from that basis. We enter again a time of balance.

Of course our planet’s shifting to and fro is a subtle thing. Massive as it is, it travels its course, tilting one way then the other, over and over again, creating our seasonal shifts. And this is an amazing thing to ponder, this delicate balancing act. The balance is something we’ve been approaching for quite a while now, and for days lately, if you’ve been paying attention, you’ll have noticed that the sun is rising pretty much due east and setting pretty much due west. But as our planet tilts further yet, the sun will appear to drift further south. Our days have been growing shorter bit by bit ever since the Midsummer solstice in June and here, today, with the equinox, we reach that complete balance: day and night are essentially equal, across the globe.

But the Earth keeps shifting and tomorrow our Northern Hemisphere day will be slightly briefer than our night, and in the Southern Hemisphere, the opposite is true: They are approaching summer, we are approaching winter. This sounds very concrete and it is, in its way… but these are not so much logical conclusions as they are points along the wheel of the year. Nothing is black and white in this scheme. Everything is in flux, a change almost imperceptible… but certain. Our days here in the North will continue to grow shorter and our nights longer until the Earth shifts again to the opposite direction in its tilting. That won’t happen until the Midwinter solstice in December.

For our ancestors, this celestial equinox event was the midpoint of autumn, a season that began for them with Lammas in early August. I love viewing the world in this fashion and through this more traditional reckoning of time. There is, to me, a bit more logic in it. But then again, I live in Florida. Nothing makes sense here, especially our seasons. For weeks now I’ve been driving by farms watching tractors prepare the ground for planting, and now that the equinox is here, certainly it is time to plant the tomatoes and peppers and sweet corn. Welcome to my world. It is, I’m afraid, a bit topsy-turvy.

As in the great clockworks of the celestial sphere, so in us. Our great planet achieves balance today. We would do well at this time of balance to seek balance, too.

 

Image: “Holzsammlerin im Herbstwald” by Friedrich Kallmorgen. Oil on canvas, 1893 [Public domain] via Wikimedia Commons. I love that the wood gatherer in this picture is enveloped in golden orange hues. This does not happen to us here in Florida and it is almost incomprehensible to me that this is what trees look like beneath the chlorophyl. I also can barely believe the lakes freeze over in winter. Obviously, I need to leave Florida more often.

 

0.918 or, I am a Citizen of the World

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It is September 18th, 9/18, and someone somewhere at some point some seven years ago decided this was awfully similar to .918, which is an important number for letterpress printers like me: .918 is the standard height of type. Convivio Bookworks began sponsoring back then a Letterpress Appreciation Day celebration at the Jaffe Center for Book Arts at Florida Atlantic University Libraries, and we’ve done so ever since. This year, we’re supplying the Italian cookies. I also designed the print, and if you’re in the area, you can come print one on the center’s 1890 Wesel iron handpress, which is the same type of press that I first learnt to print on with Glenn House in Alabama, and then with David Wolfe in Portland, Maine.

This year’s print is a famous quote by Charlie Chaplin: I am a citizen of the world. It relates to an exhibition the center is running now about silent films and the novels in pictures by folks like Frans Masereel and Lynd Ward that came about alongside those films… and so there’s been a lot of Charlie Chaplin in my life lately, not to mention Buster Keaton and Mabel Normand and Fatty Arbuckle and Mary Pickford. Here’s something I realized the other day, as I pulled a few proofs: Charlie Chaplin was born in 1889… so when the center’s Wesel iron handpress was built, Mr. Chaplin was but a year old.

We’re printing for this Letterpress Appreciation Day Open House today until 5 PM and again tomorrow, Monday 9/19, from noon to 5 as well. I don’t have a photo of the print here to upload as I type this, but there is one on our Instagram feed! See it there, and follow us while you’re there, too.

P R I N T E R S   R O C K !

 

Grapes & Blueberries

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History reveals that folks have generally been not all that interested in recording the birthdates of their children, especially a very long time ago. Heck, even in more recent times… we were never entirely sure if Grandpa’s birthday was on the 21st of November or on the 23rd, and just recently we learnt that Mom’s birthday, which we always celebrate on October the 3rd, may actually be on the 2nd. (I suspect we’ll be celebrating both days this year. Why not?)

And so it is that no one really knows when many historic figures were born, and for some of these folks, like John the Baptist and Jesus Christ and his mother Mary, these things eventually became a matter of some importance. So the Church early on assigned dates to their births, often in conjunction with astronomical almanac events. They placed the birth of Jesus at the Midwinter Solstice and the birth of John the Baptist at the Midsummer Solstice. And today, the 8th of September, in the harvest season, they placed the birth of Mary to her parents Anne and Joachim.

It is a time of growing abundance on the fast approach to autumn by the almanac. Summer and fall both are in our sight, and this Nativity of Mary day has elements of both, too. In Italy, it is a day of feasting on blueberries, for blue is the traditional color of Mary’s robe. Blueberries, most definitely, a summer fruit. Across the Pyrenees, though, in France, the Nativity of Mary is celebrated with grapes, an autumnal fruit. In fact, the day there is known as Our Lady of the Grape Harvest, especially amongst the wine makers, who will be bringing their best grapes to church today for a blessing. Across France today, look up at most any statue of the Blessed Mother, and you are bound to find a bunch of grapes placed in her hands. Across the Alps, in Austria and in Switzerland, it is time to bring the sheep and cattle down from the mountains and into the valleys: winter is fast approaching, and the Nativity of Mary on the 8th of September is known there as “Drive Down Day” in honor of this custom of moving the animals out of the mountains and back to the valleys, usually with some pomp and ceremony, the cows decorated with flowers and bells.

The day is, as well, a traditional weather marker: The weather today is thought to determine what the weather will be like for the next four weeks. Here in Lake Worth, where summer is king, yesterday’s weather seemed to be our first hint that summer’s heat may be breaking soon, so I’m hopeful that continues today… which may mean a cooler September? I will take that, thank you. And I’ll take some blueberries, too.