Daily Archives: October 19, 2011

The Black Madonna

Loreto piazza

Good morning from a poet in the City of Poets. I am currently sat in the glorious central square of Recanati,a great old town perched on a hill between the sea & the Appenines. It gets its name from a poet called Giocarmo Leopodi, a great romantic-era soul who died at a Burnsian 39, yet left behind a very impressive body of work. I’ve never heard of him before & am looking forward to visiting his museum & the local bibliotequa to study his works.

Sirolo

Getting here from the Ancona has been a joy. Ancona itself – a port – was full of undesirables… nasty-looking arabs with red eyes & wobbling on their beer. Luckily, Sirola a few miles away, was perfection in itself. Most of the Adriatic coast-line has been identical, a not very attractive mix of hotels & bars along a seemingly endless stretch of sand. However, Sirola’s beaches arae gorgeous, nestling neath the backdrop of a great beachy-head style promontry, & difficult to get too. We spent two nighs there, the second of which was encomfortablised by the aquirement of matresses from a couple of caravansa from a nearby, but closed, camp site. Drinking wine to the roar of a driftwood fire, we witnessed each night the rise of a blood-red moon. Between these two moments I sat on a chair by the turquoise waves, working on my book about the homeric question (I’d charged my laptop at a guys work-hut by the beach) – a sublime office indeed! There was an interesting human touch – a guy in his middle 40s was the local beach boy, & grew angry when speaking of his wife, an Englishwoman who’d left him with their kids over in Penzance where he used to work. He made a sad figure, slumped over as he told me his tale.

gathering wood

But every broken parent begins with the excitement of having a child, I guess, & so onto Loreto, whose cathedral contains, after the Vatican, the most serene & startling interior of a church I have ever seen. Great fresco’s & paintings cover every wall & alcove, tapering up into the sisteenly painted Dome. Underneath this we find a wee chapel, whose walls are said to have come from the very chamber where Mother Mary was born, & transported here during the Byzantine era. Inside is the famous black madonna. It is a new version (1921) of an ancient idol, & is said to make pregnant a woman who prays to it. The cathedral itself forms one side of Loreto’s main piazza, with a Papal palace forming two others, observing a glorious fountain & creating an amazing picture for the mind to recall. The rest of the city is typically Italian, narrow streets & sleek boutiques, far from the likes of Rotherham, Barnsley & Luton. Yes! This is indeed a glorious nation!

Loreto

Recanati
19/10/11