Poetry. What can I say. Verse slakes our audiences' thirst; many of us imbibe poetry in binges. Yet, most people — well, I — don't regularly take the time to sit down and read a chapbook, much less a poem these days. These cinematic tableaux (embedded above and below) commissioned by BBC's Poetry Season rekindle that flame and force me to reconsider my lethargic attitude.
Perhaps it's remembering the shared commonality of a poem, the power of it being read aloud and its reminder to us that people living several hundred years ago weren't so different from us. We, too often, internalize poetry and disconnect ourselves from the communal act. The human condition speaks to the lonely wanderer in a crowded room as much as on a wayward street.
My hope is that projects like this, and even our own efforts as part of the Poetry Radio Project, can reclaim this pop heritage. Poems can elevate the understanding and relevance of complex topics like Alzheimer’s and memory, Argentina’s disappeared, and a geologist’s view of human fragility through more than the intellect.
To be frank, I played rock-paper-scissors with myself and let Blake's poem "Jerusalem" take the lead:
And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England's mountains green?
And was the holy Lamb of God
On England's pleasant pastures seen?
And did the Countenance Divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among these dark Satanic Mills?
Bring me my bow of burning gold!
Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring me my spear! O clouds, unfold!
Bring me my chariot of fire!
I will not cease from mental fight,
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand,
Till we have built Jerusalem
In England's green and pleasant land.
But the slow-motion video of Brit punk rocker Itch of The King Blues reading Byron's "So We'll Go No More a Roving" was impossible to ignore.