Welcome to England, fresh from Canada!
Sure, you can look out and see elk, moose and bears…It’s really beautiful.
Well, to be honest, I thought it was time for a real pilgrimage. Like Bilbo Baggins, it was hard to leave, but I needed to do it.
So yes, these lines especially
‘and the straw we would have spun to gold, is straw still at the last, and breaks in my hand’ ..I really relate to that because there comes a time of recognising that you are truncated. Life might have been good, but it isn’t making you a better person. I know I was repressing my desires for my dreams, just for the sake of just making a good social image, You can end up feeling like a zombie.. the living dead.
The weekend after I heard the talk on youtube, I was on the pier in Brighton. And there was a booth with a father with his little curly haired daughter (who was about 3 or 4) on his knee and they were both shooting zombies in the head with guns – with plenty of gore and sound effects.
I couldn’t help photographing the outside of it, because I could hardly believe it! Just another contemporary day at the seaside. How did we get here? I suppose it’s an effort to make the break from the group.
I read this book called ‘My Name is Asher Lev’
He made that journey to express himself in art and he had to make the sacrifice of being rejected from his community, but a lot of people benefitted from it.
That’s what you experience in the second poem.. The Freedom after the pain of departure.
This summer I heard a talk about Disturbed Discipleship.. It’s like Mary’s Fiat. Her Yes to God’s proposal. You have to be disturbed. Only when you surrender everything… Only then are you running beneath the sky.
You’ve lost so much but you’re cleaving in order to cleave to something better. What’s the name of that word, that means both itself and its opposite?
Auto-antonym (I had to look that up!)
Well ‘cleave’ is one of those!
So there’s this nostaligia, the yearning for the true homeland. And geography awakens that. And you have to go out to find it, in order to return to a true home inside yourself. Like also in your other poem about the sky – La Villette. (Poem 11) Looking up at Pegasus, you become part of his realm and suddenly you get a taste of the real.
I guess it’s sacramental.
Yes, I took the script from the Nick Dear adaptation..
And your production too became a legend! Everyone was talking about it back in Bruno Saskatchewan, when I was there this May teaching Bard School.
There and back again. Thanks Tyrrell and congratulations for making the leap. You’re booked. We’ll let people know when that monologue gets an airing.
And I run beneath the sky.’
If you’ve enjoyed these this, you might enjoy these too –
1) The Audio book, out now on Audible for only £5.59 or free if you join Audible. The only reason it’s so cheap is that they price according to length, which isn’t too sensible for poetry. However it is the length of 3 albums – at 2 hours and 35 mins. But it does mean that the book and audio together are very affordable, which was the point of making the audio, so that you could listen and then read if you wanted to remember or study one poem in particular. You can also listen as you read;
2) My Poetry and Prosecco night at the St Michael’s Arts Festival in Stockwell – Invite friends and let’s have a poetry party with plenty of discussions afterwards. You can book here – Books will also be available to buy on the night. Places limited.
The Artistic Director of the Festival writes on the Eventbrite page –