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Detail of the coloured inks
Karen Armstrong was top of the bill at the British Museum this evening, but I was entranced by Islamic calligrapher Mustafa Ja’far at work, tucked away in Room 34.
Turkish (swirly and contained), Farsi (sweeping and wispy) and Arabic (strong and more linear) styles appeared boldly on the shiny white paper from squeaky bamboo pens and clear, strong inks in all the colours of boiled sweets.
Mustafa allowed me to take home his demonstration script of an ancient poem by Rumi.
When I am with you we stay up all night
When you’re not here, I cannot go to sleep.
Thank God for these two insomnias
and the difference between them.
Many different interpretations of this one.
Calligrapher Mustafa Ja'far at work
You can appreciate this kind of calligraphy in two ways: through the words (although in highly stylised work it can be hard to read the actual text) and through the beauty of the visual art. Calligraphy in this tradition is an expressive art – there is great freedom for the artist to use the shapes and movement of the script to create stunning or meditative pieces. Very different from the Japanese tradition of great preparation followed by a burst of spontaneity – and also from the British tradition which seems to be more formal.
Rumi's poem in Farsi (Persian) script
Mustafa Ja’far’s website (he lectures at Birkbeck) contains an extraordinary range of work. He put on an exhibition two years ago BLACK WORDS IN RED INK: Iraq War in a Calligraphic Installation – I wish I had seen it. This evening I asked where he was from and he said Iraq. I mumbled something about ‘how difficult’ which was wholly inadequate. Should we apologise for the UK’s part in Iraq’s history on occasions like this, or would that be even worse, and pompous to boot? Either way, we Londoners benefit from welcoming people from all kinds of places and for all sorts of reasons and today I was the lucky one.
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A couple of links, in fact three or four, to the East-West divide or confluence -
AA Gill at the source of the Danube (Tom Craig/Sunday Times Magazine)
First a piece by AA Gill in the Sunday Times magazine, found in a hospital waiting room today, of a journey down the Danube, from Furtwangen in the Black Forest to Constanţa on the Black Sea coast. The Danube doesn’t neatly divide the linguistic families or scripts, plum brandy from wine, what was Roman Empire from what wasn’t, or even Latin from Orthodox Christians, but it’s a charming tale. Gill includes reminders of some of the bad times – including iron footwear in Budapest as a tribute to the Jews killed there during WWII and a memorial to Croatians killed at Vukovar.
Second, BBC World Service’s Forum this evening included Bosnian writer Aleksandar Hemon. Part of the ambitious British Museum – BBC project The History of the World in 100 Objects. Listen again through the World Service website.
Younghusband by Patrick French
And thirdly, a book which someone has kindly given to me and which I’d love to read when life stops getting in the way – a biography of Sir Francis Younghusband by Patrick French. This book seems to be going viral since its publication in 2004. Younghusband travelled, but also thought about where he was and the people he met. He ended up co-founding the World Congress of Faiths – a body I’ve never quite got my head around.
And I can never say East-West without thinking West-Eastern Divan Orchestra.
