Thursday, 6 December 2012
Poems On The Underground, New Edition Launch
In a flash of gold heels on the hard pavement.
Now see I
That warmth`s the very stuff of poesy.
Oh, God, make small
The old star-eaten blanket of the sky,
That I may fold it round me and in comfort lie.
T. E. Hulme (1883 - 1917)
Hulme's poem The Embankment (or The fantasi of a Fallen Gentleman on a Cold, Bitter Night) - entirely familiar to anyone weaving their way home down Villiers Street after an evening on the tiles in the West End - is typical of the succinct but pungent poems that have made up the various editions of Poems On The Underground for more than quarter of a century. Judith Cherniak's idea, that verses should be posted on the inside of the carriages of tube trains, jostling proudly alongside advertising, has proved an enduring success, a programme adopted not only in the English capital city but across the world.
Yesterday I attended the launch of the latest edition at Europe House in central London. The editors Cicely Herbert and Gerard Benson, joined by poets Paula Meehan and David Constantine, read some of the poems whilst Judith Cherniak's son David led a string quartet in performances of music by Dvorak, Bartok and J.S. Bach. Part of the success of the project is that which made this launch party a success - the brevity of the poems, that which allows travellers to read a complete extract between station stops, also allowed us to hear the poetry alongside the appropriate pleasantries, explanations and votes of thanks that accompany such an event.