My sessions with Hartside Primary School in Crook finished last Thursday, so, while I could see a couple of days gap, I zipped off down to London to spend time with my daughter and her boyfriend and two other housemates in London. We hear so many negative comments about young people, but this weekend has strengthened my belief that this world is absolutely full of brilliant, lovely young people! OK, so the washing up and the laundry mounts up, but the warmth and interesting chat more than makes up for it.
I spent a whole afternoon at Tate Modern on Saturday and then Sunday afternoon at Tate Britain. Saw some wonderful mythology paintings by Turner. These were of particular interest, given my Ovid based poems in ‘Oyster Baby’ and ‘The Kiss’ sculpture made me so glad I’d written ‘Dying Kiss’, but on top of all of that I’m now convinced, thanks to Michael Craig-Martin, that a half-filled glass of water is really an oak tree. I was very taken by the accompanying text and enjoyed the two hour debate with housemates back at the house!
We tried to get onto the ‘Eye’ on Thursday and Saturday, but without success and finally managed it on Sunday. Fantastic, mobdro apk even though the heavens did open and we saw fork lightning just as our pod reached the top! I’ve invented a new name for the pods, Eye-Pod; try putting one of those in your top pocket and tapping along with the beat!
Back to work with Foyle Street Writers in Sunderland today. We’re working on postcard poems ready for the Sunderland Waterfront Festival being held on 25 and 26 June.
As I left London yesterday, I couldn’t work out which was worse, Marie and James leaving Teesside after they’ve visited us, or me speeding away from King’s Cross, knowing that at every turn of the wheels I was moving further and further away from them. Wonder when they’ll invite me back….. hmmm!