Short read: “You never look at London, after these poems, in exactly the same way”
Shorter read: “Poetry is what we do to break bread with the dead”
Two-guide read: I (David) guide the walk; Royal Shakespeare Company actor Steve (the most talented human being I know) performs* them.
*Yes, performs them. When Steve delivers a poem the word “reads” doesn’t begin to do justice to the experience.
Image read: Love this image. Says it all. Is a crystallisation. I look at it I’m looking at my feelings about what happens when you bring poetry and London together. All by itself London’s an enchanted forest. For me at any rate. Powerful medicine, this town. To it you add poetry – “words so nimble, so full of subtle flame” (as a great London poet put it four centuries ago) – and a group of like-minded London and literature lovers and it’s… Well, it’s like Keats ‘first looking into Chapman’s Homer” – we feel like “a watcher of the skies when a new planet swims into our ken” and “look at each other with a wild surmise.”
Long read. Forty-five years in the making, this one. That’s how long I (David) have been reading London poetry on a daily (well, near as dammit) basis. This walk’s a distillation of that reading, that learning, that love, that curating (and, yes, that guiding and that university lecturing). It’s significantly different from a “normal” London Walk. It’s about the poems, their character, their music, their whys and wherefores, their positioning, their places. With light guiding along the way. Say it again: the poems feature; it’s their show. We’re going to let them resonate, let them breathe – not “fit them in”, not caulk the cracks of a normal walking tour with a few poems. So, yes, light guiding betwixt and between each venue. And no, it’s not just walking to various spots and spouting some poetry. There’s “accompaniment” to these poems – I’ve curated them. So, yes there’ll be some gentle touches to the tiller when the poems make their appearance. But, bears repeating, it’s their show – I’m just the window through which you’ll see them, the walk’s the thread along which they’re strung.*
Longer Long read. What else? Well, it’s certainly fair to say this one’s a labour of love. Pretty much haemorrhaging red ink on this walk because of “the handout.” To wit: everybody on the walk will get a wonderful, substantial – and completely free** – portfolio of London poems. It runs to about 70 poems. It’s very special. It’s been privately printed (well, produced). A “limited edition.” It’s not for sale. It’s not obtainable any other way. You, my poetry walkers, will be the only people in the world who’ll have a copy. It matches up favourably – it’s better than – any existing anthology of London poetry. It’s got the big hitters, the most famous London poems – the Blake, Wordsworth, etc. classics – but there are other poets and poems who will be a complete – and thrilling – revelation to you. They’re in there because of the unique circumstances of this anthology – in short, fitting poems to a London Walk and, the other side of that coin, fitting a London Walk to poems. In which connection, by the way, I strongly recommend that you bring a pen or pencil; it’ll come in handy.
LONDON IN POETRY WALK – THE PRACTICALS
To go on the London in Poetry walk meet me, David and Stephen just outside the Broadway/Westminster Abbey exit of St. James’s ParkTube. The walk takes place at 1.45 pm on Monday, Decenber 30.