I grew up
Being told poetry is good for you.
After fifty years
It's beginning to work,
I feel
Slightly better.
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Poetry Cure
Friday, 9 Oct 2015, 01:14
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Edited by Richard Walker, Friday, 9 Oct 2015, 01:33
I grew up
Being told poetry is good for you.
After fifty years
It's beginning to work,
I feel
Slightly better.
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Missed you this last couple of days, Richard.
However, the underpass at Warrington Bank Quay has been decorated since Wednesday with decorated poems with a theme of light produced by a local junior school.
A treat to look at at 6 a.m. …
… when it's still dark.
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Thanks so much Simon, are there any online images?
I would love to see them.
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"Thanks so much Simon, are there any online images? I would love to see them."
None I could find. So I took my own. Hopefully, clicking on these expands them:
The tunnel to the platforms at Warrington Bank Quay
North wall
South wall
Apologies for the quality, my photography skills are non-existent.
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Link to the original size pictures: s-and-j.co.uk/WBQ_Poetry
The empty table on the left of the underpass is the book swap / donate / buy table. (It's empty 'cos I took the photos before the ticket office opened.) The local stations have raised £000s for some charity or other in this way.
Go on, have good sing
I woke up in a foul mood this morning. Not enough sleep after a hard day yesterday and then I read something that reminded me of my last place of work, which made things worse.Venus and Jupiter are very clear this morning, even under the streetlights.
Having seen my Good Lady Wife off on the train, I decided to go and read some of the poetry in the underpass, and damn the funny looks I get. (Why aren't we allowed to take an interest in our surroundings without people wanting to know what we're looking at and why?) The theme is 'Light' but most are about nightmares and the light scaring them away. I dread to think what the teacher put in their heads as inspiration. Making them frightened of the dark by the reading of it.
Having got that far, I was in a very black dog mood indeed, when a chap walked past singing "Fly me to the moon…" at the top of his voice.
Nobody sings or whistles in public any more. I miss that. I wonder if it is because the streets are too noisy.
The man stopped to ask a member of staff how to get to Liverpool: "Next train is at 9:50". I intervened and said how to get to Liverpool from here (start from somewhere else - namely Warrington Central) and added "And anyway, it's Jupiter and Venus this morning; you'd need good eyes or binoculars to see Mars". That tickled him. He had indeed been inspired to sing by the sight of the planets.
This bloke has been on telly, he said, and has won some talent competition singing Frank Sinatra songs. Having no TV, that means little to me, but it made his morning being able to tell someone about it.
So I walked away with a spring in my step, having been cheered up no end by this chap singing his heart out at 6 a.m., inspired by two tiny points of light, shining in the dark.
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That poetry is still there, still not vandalised, ripped down nor had graffiti added.
How unusual.
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I've found sincere artwork on the subway wall is very seldom vandalized. The vandals are too humbled.