A Word A Week: Castle

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July 30, 2013 by allsho

I’ve been knocked out by the heat wave. Or maybe it was the children. Or work. Well whatever it was, I’ve been neglecting this blog for too long, even though I was always here, under my poplars.

So “Castle” it is.

Even though there are several castles around where I live (the last one I visited was actually the destination of our kindergarten’s end-of-year trip), the picture I chose for this challenge is from an anniversary trip we took several years ago to Trieste, one of my favourite Italian cities. On our way, we got out of the motorway, followed the coast road, stopped at a panoramic lookout and took a stroll on a signalled track, which took us to some Great War bunkers and finally to enjoy the view of the Duino castle.



We were satisfied with the view, and didn’t pursue the track to the end as it was about lunch time. But I promised myself that sooner or later I’d go back and reach the castle.

I don’t know if it is a beautiful castle inside, but the location is surely spectacular. One of its guests, in 1912, was so struck by the poetry surrounding the place that he started writing elegies. Well, to be honest, he, Rainer Maria Rilke, was actually a poet, so no wonder he could feel it and put it down as the Duino Elegies.

For me it is also an evocative and sad place, as in a hotel not far from the castle, in 1906, Austrian physicist Ludwig Boltzmann took his own life. It was here, in front of a grey September sea, that one of the most brilliant and deepest scientific minds of all times decided he had had enough of poor health, depression, professional misunderstandings and family tragedies. (If you never heard of the guy, I can assure you he was a first-class star).

How many stories within the history of a castle, huh?


(A Word In Your Ear – A Word A Week Challenge)


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