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Gustaf Sobin
Sobin, Gustaf.
Ladder of Shadows: Reflecting on Medieval Vestige in Provence and Languedoc.
Berkeley: University of California Press, 2009.
Project MUSE., https://muse.jhu.edu/.
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And so, I came to discover, water was part of the process. For
the sodium contained in that plant is essentially marine. Add to
this earth in the form of silicates, fire in the white heat of the ovens,
and air, of course—blown in sharp blasts down the full length of
the blowing irons—and one has the four elements reunited. Re-
united, that is, for the sake of crafting the most ephemeral, per-
haps, of all human products: glassware.
None of my own reading or rudimentary field research, how-
ever, helped me to understand who, exactly, they were, these itin-
erant glassmakers. Nor what kind of life they really led, moving
from site to site, hovel to hovel, exhausting the surrounding wood
fuel as they went, and leaving little more than these droplets—these
transparent blue tears—as mementos. For scarcely anything else
remains today. I’d searched for an oven—for traces of some pro-
visional, makeshift furnace. During the early medieval, these rus-
tic structures comprised little more than two rows of massive
stone laid upright over bedrock, then capped with flat overlap-
ping slabs. The ensemble was then caked in layer after layer of re-
fractory clay. Inside, the walls of the kiln widened somewhat into
a womblike chamber, while remaining open at either end like a
wind tunnel: open to the north (the wind-dominant side) for gen-
erating fire, and to the south for creating draft and removing ash.
Hard as I looked, though, not a single trace of an oven at Sainte-
Marthe could be found.
Curiously enough, it’s the dead, lying in their sepulchers in me-
dieval necropolises, who’ve helped conserve the rare pieces of in-
tact glassware we possess from this period. Discovered occasion-
ally, in archeological soundings, with a goblet to the right of their
face and tilted in the direction of their mouth or, in the case of
ecclesiastics, held flush against their chest, they’ve lain there—the
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