April 13, 2005


I wrote this after I'd been to see Edward Bond's Lear at the Crucible, Sheffield. Let me know what you think!

Time is of the essence.
Consuming, all important.
It runs through our bodies like water,
A never ending stream,
Continuing ahead of us and trickling a
Crooked path in the sand of our lives.
And then…

We are reaching the edge where the water grows salty and
Spray stings my eyes and I cry
For the years I wasted and the love I lost
In a waterfall of blood,
Her heart in my veins, her liver in my hands.
There is blood stained on my skin and I
Cannot wash it off,
A stone on the path and I stumble
And fall

I have reached the end of the sea and
I drop off into an oblivion
Of everything there ever was and
Ever will be and I stay,
Moving downwards and up to a sky
That is no longer there.

The water is gone and I’m thirsty
As I hear a shot, alone in the dark.
“None shall ever see so much, nor live so long”.

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  1. Well, I don't know Lear, but if that's a quotation at the end, I think you should rid yourself of it, or at least put it somewhere else. It's your voice that's important at the end. Maybe at the beginning? If it's not a quotation, it looks like one.

    I love the different senses of movement in each of the three parts; it's very pleasant to read, and reads naturally, apart from the occasional line ending. I think you could re-assess the end of line 5 in particular, it doesn't seem to read right with 'a' at the end instead of at the beginning of line 6.

    15 Apr 2005, 00:02

  2. I really like this, and would love to see the production that inspired it. Is this from a while back, or is it still running? And what exactly was it about the production that sparked this?

    I'm not sure what part of it it is, wether it's the numbers, the hanging lines, the … or all three, but there's something about this poem that gives you that suspended feeling, like the moment you've just stepped off something, and are waiting for gravity to kick in. I'm thinking Gloucester? The bit with the non existant cliff? Maybe that's me trying to force a connection. I really do like this one.

    15 Apr 2005, 17:43

  3. Thanks you two, I REALLY appreciate those comments. Thom, I agree with you about the quotation, and the ending of line five, and will do something about it. I'll probably move the quote to somewhere else, as it is from King Lear. It's the last line of Shakespeare's play, and I thought it was very relevant to what I was saying.
    Alex- about the production – I went to see it a couple of weeks ago, so I think it'll still be on, and if it is – go and see it! It's brilliant, but heart breakingly sad. It's the story of King Lear, but different. In some ways it's modernised, but in some ways it's not. Apparantly the guy who wrote it didn't like the way Lear reacted to what happened in Shakespeare's origional, and so wrote his own version. The bit I've written about is the ending, when Lear is shot. He's digging the ground, but as he's an old man, he can't manage much, and with each dig, he says one, two, three… On the count of three he's shot. That's the background anyway. But if you can get to see it, go!
    Thanks again to you both!

    15 Apr 2005, 19:42

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