I love this Ian!!! I was thinking exactly that , sliding doors. And isn’t it funny as a Londoner who is on the tube daily (apart from this week/ flipping strike) I long to never have to get on the tube again! Grass is greener ?! Something I’m considering for a few years time. I always watch the little mice when I’m waiting. The moving image turned into a cartoon image, is very clever !
I do this too Ian. I often wonder about the stations you can’t get off at. I imagine my life if I’d stayed and who that person would be now. Fabulous imagery. We’re all magpies, but you’ve made this golden.
Like the title. But the contention of Weller's original song and title is still the reason why we need to keep writing of the those who : 'smell of Wormwood Scrubs and too many right wing meetings. '
I love this Ian!!! I was thinking exactly that , sliding doors. And isn’t it funny as a Londoner who is on the tube daily (apart from this week/ flipping strike) I long to never have to get on the tube again! Grass is greener ?! Something I’m considering for a few years time. I always watch the little mice when I’m waiting. The moving image turned into a cartoon image, is very clever !
It’s such a novelty for me. I like to stand in the wide entry/exit section and not hold on to anything, just surfin’ those rails baby 🏄♂️.
You know, like a prat.
😂😂
Is this-- "It sits on my shoulder,
sneaks dreams in my ear.
It lies to me, guilelessly
sidesteps the fear, tells me…" an intentional allusion to Paradise Lost?
Not consciously, although I was probably being influenced by the Imp Of The Perverse as an image.
Love the poem. Love the rhythm. Love the graphic
Love this, Ian. It captures the surreal intimacy of tube journeys so brilliantly. "...knees, elbows, hands touching, as closely as marriage". 👌
I do this too Ian. I often wonder about the stations you can’t get off at. I imagine my life if I’d stayed and who that person would be now. Fabulous imagery. We’re all magpies, but you’ve made this golden.
I could smell the scene, Ian and I too am in the habit of looking at the feet and guessing the face.
Very enjoyable post. And lots of food for thought about alternative lives.
Like the title. But the contention of Weller's original song and title is still the reason why we need to keep writing of the those who : 'smell of Wormwood Scrubs and too many right wing meetings. '