Why it starts four minutes in beats me. Certainly my own cackhandedness. Please rewind, as 'twere.
Monday, 3 July 2017
KNOW ONE: Me reading my poems
These poems were the result of a project, KNOW ONE, undertaken by my bad self and visual artists Sirpa Pajunen Moghissi and Sue Spaull. We visited each of London's 'magnificent seven' Victorian cemeteries, and chose a single subject from each. A little research followed, and then the poems and accompanying art works. All are acts of remembrance, and stand for all the forgotten. It isn't Thomas Gray, but it is meant in a similar spirit. The pictures can be seen here http://www.sirpamoghissi.com/ and here: http://suespaull.com/
Why it starts four minutes in beats me. Certainly my own cackhandedness. Please rewind, as 'twere.
Why it starts four minutes in beats me. Certainly my own cackhandedness. Please rewind, as 'twere.
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