jack – bogies – summer can start
May 3, 2010
Jack – in – the – Green is the main event here on May Bank Holiday with Jack seen as the winter form of the Green Man – the spirit of the forests. So it’s basically ‘green’ everywhere – rather a difficult colour in my opinion unless it’s on ‘live’ vegetation but hey, let’s get festive . . .
. . Jack appears on left with his posie on right . . . the blue chimney brush is important here as we still sweep our chimneys ourselves . . .
. . another floral exhibit which probably has a hidden meaning . .. .
. . giants are also important as they protect the town! Goodness knows how, as they’re just made out of papier-mache but, at as they’re 4 metres high, that makes us feel safe especially as the town is inundated with ‘bikers’ . . and people canvassing for this election . . .
. . another giant – a mermaid ? ? ? – who looks great when she’s turned full face – extremely supercilious . .
. . below is a hunter . .
. . some of the get ups are really fine . .
. . you must understand that this is normal clothing here – not dressing up at all . . . looking at the backs of people, you notice their attention to detail even more . . .
. . this coterie are very all together – fashion designers or costume designers . . .
. . like to look at details . . .
. . and some headdresses and hats . .
. . individually some people look brilliant . . .
. . this is the fire-eater – he is part of the parade and the festivities in the castle meadow before Jack is slain to enable the spirit of summer to be released . . this year he’s a wasp!! . .
. . the bogies are spirits that live in dark places and support Jack. They fall into 2 groups – Hastings bogies and Gay bogies – no more to say . . .
. . you can cover a face in green paint and the figure could be in a Breughel painting . . .
. . or, in this case, Commedia dell ‘arte . . .
. . and to finish with Sonnet 18 (William Shakespeare). Good night.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.