Landscape

Horns Road

Ye Prologue:

The late 19th and early 20th century Saw a red brick suburban terrace street building boom, All over the country and also in towns like Stroud, - A walk along Horns Road to the Crown and Sceptre Will exemplify that and take you down a wormhole of time.

More Prologue:

The late 19th and early 20th century Also saw a bohemian near-worship of Pan, As exemplified in the work of Arthur Machen; A cultured mockery of shabby genteel pretensions As in the Weedsmiths’ The Diary of a Nobody; And also, an almost subliminal fear Of the suburbs’ manic growth, That fused together so many inchoate anxieties, As articulated in Algernon Blackwood’s stories, Where the ordinary, everyday red brick dwellings Harbour dark secrets of sorcery and the occult; As though the very utilities of mains pipes Could transmit necromantic alchemical evil, As well as water, gas and, eventually, electricity.

Last Prologue:

Of course, subsumed within this confusion, Was also a nostalgia for the loss of landscape, And a fear of the working-class and socialism.

A Picture of Stroud

To see the picture of Stroud that has prompted the piece below, please follow this link. http://www.bbc.co.uk/arts/yourpaintings/artists/gerardin-delaplace/paintings/slideshow#/3 It’s harvest time up towards the Heavens, Up there, by Holy Trinity Church in Stroud: The...

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Railway Time

Do you remember that lazy afternoon Back in August 1958? Well, I bloody well do mate. We were sitting on the bunker At the end of platform four, Just by the giant semaphore signal, When 5050 The Earl of St Germans Came steaming, Brunswick green and brass dome...

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The Incinerator at Javelin Park

We got up too late for the revolution, And a winter walk along the lanes Meant we missed the demonstration too – The one in Stroud against Balfour Beatty (‘Balfour Beatty is a multinational infrastructure group with capabilities in construction services, support...

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The Prince Albert

The Prince Albert

I like visiting the Albert, I like the way it commands a crossroads, Welcoming all cardinal points of the compass, Just like a traditional inn should. I like visiting the Albert in springtime, When vases of flowers greet you in the bar, With vernal fragrance and...

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Wiltshire walking with Edward Thomas

Wiltshire walking with Edward Thomas

Years ago, when cycling along the lanes of mid-Wiltshire, truly, deeply, madly in love, I stopped to ‘phone Trish at a call box opposite an old pub which had just been closed down. When I came out of the phone box I heard not just all the merry sounds of a public bar,...

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