2013-09-01 – Poets Ride

Sylvia and Ted In Repose

Famous poets have lived all over London. It’s part of the reason London’s Famous London is so Famous. Miss Mouse and I thought it’d be fun to see where some of them lived and maybe hear a bit of their poetry along the way. This is about a 20 mile loop through central LDN that takes in lovely neighbourhoods. It also does go by Hampstead so there is one hill involved. The ride also passes (but does not stop) by Chris Martin’s house in Hampstead, however if you like that kind of “poetry” then this is not the ride for you. This ride is Eliot, Wordsworth, Plath, Yeats etc. We’ll probably stop for coffee/beer somewhere along the way as well. Spokecard and Poetry Ride Memorabilia included.

Depart 11 am outside Shakespeare’s Globe (obviously).

will you be stopping in high kew?

Let's have a list:

1. Miss Mouse
   
2. YAL
   

Ha!

I thought "but 1st of September is a Sunday."

So I'm 0 for 2 on understanding posts in my own thread. I don't know where High Kew is (a part of Kew?) or the problem with Sunday other than Jesus may get angry(?)

say it out loud a few times...

Haiku...interesting, there must be a relevant site in London!

Did a similar ride with some friends a few months back on the Sylvia Plath anniversary - there are some great sites to visit and a lot more than we got around to - so hope to be able to join you.

I'm 0 for 2

P.O.E.T.S day

i'm beginning to question YAL's credentials for leading this ride...

Just ride form the Globe to JG. Ballards house in Shepperton, obviously.

Good spoke card as well.

Just ride form the Globe to JG. Ballards house in Shepperton, obviously.

Good spoke card as well.

wouldn't that be an Iain Sinclair ride?

On the first of September
Will be a ride to remember
Taking in the poetic sites of London city
Whilst YAL and Miss Mouse recite the odd ditty.
Please do come along
and join in the throng.
With sights, coffees and beers about.
'Do a skid...' the poets' will shout.

1. Miss Mouse
   
2. YAL
   
3. mands
   
   

loving the reasonable 11am because I have a hens night on sat and hope to be alright by then...

will you be stopping in high kew?
Very good.

No.

On the first of September
Will be a ride to remember
Taking in the poetic sites of London city
Whilst YAL and Miss Mouse recite the odd ditty.
Please do come along
and join in the throng.
With sights, coffees and beers about.
'Do a skid...' the poets' will shout.
Fantastic! Hope you can make it Tim!

Sylvia and Ted In Repose

Famous poets have lived all over London. It’s part of the reason London’s Famous London is so Famous. Miss Mouse and I thought it’d be fun to see where some of them lived and maybe hear a bit of their poetry along the way. This is about a 20 mile loop through central LDN that takes in lovely neighbourhoods. It also does go by Hampstead so there is one hill involved. The ride also passes (but does not stop) by Chris Martin’s house in Hampstead, however if you like that kind of “poetry” then this is not the ride for you. This ride is Eliot, Wordsworth, Plath, Yeats etc. We’ll probably stop for coffee/beer somewhere along the way as well. Spokecard and Poetry Ride Memorabilia included.

Depart 11 am outside Shakespeare’s Globe (obviously).
....and everyone who does the ride has to speak in verse for the duration.

Ill give in to the terrible verbal wordplay but POETS DAY is UK/AUS and since I'm American and it's 4th of July bitches I demand a pass.

But it's Thursday today, not POETS day...tenuous reasoning there YAL ;)

I may be up for this, depending when I have time off work to make a visit up to the smoke.

Wales represent!

Herewith some Dylan Thomas...

                     Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

This Is Just To Say
by William Carlos Williams

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

--

Best. Poem. Ever.

1. Miss Mouse
   
2. YAL
   
3. mands
   
4. Oz ( possibly )
   
5. BN ( possibly - also, my knowledge of poetry is very poor indeed )
   

1. Miss Mouse
   
2. YAL
   
3. mands
   
4. Oz ( possibly )
   
5. BN ( possibly - also, my knowledge of poetry is very poor indeed )
   
   

1. Lynx (is a poet, but didn't know it)
   

Glad you might be able to make it Oz, BN and Lynx :)

stompy, that is a great poem but for me it's pipped by WCW's The Ivy Crown - I am a shameless sucker for an intense love poem. Here are the last few lines...

I to love

     and you to be loved,
          we have,

no matter how,

     by our wills survived
          to keep

the jeweled prize

     always
          at our finger tips.

We will it so

     and so it is
          past all accident.

This sounds great. Subbed!