2013-09-01 – Poets Ride

What a relaxing ride,brilliant, and soooooo informative more please,,,,,,and afterwards the salt beef sandwich in the Wenlock pub was awesome....

^^ tonyme, I had a nice pecan pie & beer at LMNH, but a frigging salt beef sandwich??? Nooooooo! Damn.

^this. Will bear in mind for another time.

Is my totally wild guess correct that the bloke fifth from right is HairyChris?
There are no flies on you are there Oliver?

pictures

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^ I love the last one - looks like YAL's had enough and is making a hasty exit without the rest of us.

Next time we include Peckham - where else are there fairies in the trees?

http://londonist.com/2011/09/blakes-angel-oak-replanted-on-peckham-rye.php

Moar!!!

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A great ride - Thanks everyone.

Just sorting out my photos will post them soon!

Just wanted to say a proper thanks again to everyone who came - for spending the day out, putting up with a bit of busy traffic and the odd violated Highway Code in aid of an interesting route. Special thanks again to Miss Mouse as a champ co-leader and Branwen for the great backstopping (and great shots). Also Holls for the welcome sarky jokes. Cheers all.

My camera was in some silly mode for the early photos. Will upload those once I have fixed them. But here are the best one, some of these need tweaking too.

LFGSS Poets Ride

Thanks for the photos, Branwen I hope you don't mind but I've reposted one of the photos on FB/ Instagram and given you credit!

It was nice meeting you all, great ride, nice photos ;)

Thanks, Alex and Dan, for the great ride. Persuaded me to be on here.
Good to see everybody and loved the pics. :)

Welcome 'on here' freebird :)
'Bout time

Seamus Heaney on what poetry is good for:

"Well, first of all rinse the words, yes. But also perhaps rinse—and hang out again on the line—values, values of freedom of spirit and play, but also values which are fundamental to the cul*ture, the myth values of the culture... You see, I think poetry's also domestic. It lives within certain cultural borders. It can tran*scend them, it can broadcast beyond them, but its first life is within its language borders and then maybe within a certain domain of that language... The kind of poet who founds and reconstitutes values is some*body like Yeats or Whitman—these are pub*lic value-founders. Then you can put beside Whitman in 19th-century America Emily Dickinson, who is a reconstitutor of an in*ner metaphysic for human creatures… The poet is on the side of undeceiving the world. It means being vigilant in the public realm. But you can go further still and say that po*etry tries to help you to be a truer, purer, wholer being, you know. This doesn't mean that each poem has to be something like El*iot's "Four Quartets"... It can mean a haiku such as "Twilight/ Farmer pointing the way/ With a radish". You suddenly see the world renewed.

The kinds of truth that art gives us many, many times are small truths. They don't have the resonance of an encyclical from the Pope stating an eternal truth, but they par*take of the quality of eternity. There is a sort of timeless delight in them. And it's that timeless delighting, the timeless rightness of a little thing or the resonant rightness of a bigger thing—that's what it can do. Let a blind up for a moment."

Thanks, Alex and Dan, for the great ride. Persuaded me to be on here.
Good to see everybody and loved the pics. :)
Result! x