From a Railway Carriage

Poetic Beats

Welcome to this week’s Poetic Beats with Howard Bond and Davy D, recorded on the 21st May 2018 on Red Kite Radio.

Today’s poem, From a Railway Carriage, written by Robert Louis Stevenson, is a poem many readers may remember from their schooldays. The poem is written in a form and style evoking the feeling of being onboard a moving train. Robert Louis Stevenson was more famously known for his literary classics, Treasure Island, Kidnapped and the Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, but wrote many poems. From a Railway Carriage appeared in his collection of children’s poetry titled, A Children’s Garden of Verse, published in 1885.

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From a Railway Carriage

 

Faster than fairies, faster than witches,

Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches;

And charging along like troops in a battle,

All through the meadows the horses and cattle:

All of the sights of the hill and the plain

Fly as thick as driving rain;

And ever again, in the wink of an eye,

Painted stations whistle by.

 

Here is a child who clambers and scrambles,

All by himself and gathering brambles;

Here is a tramp who stands and gazes;

And there is the green for stringing the daisies!

Here is a cart run away in the road

Lumping along with man and load;

And here is a mill and there is a river:

Each a glimpse and gone for ever!

 

Robert Louis Stevenson

 

Pedestal

Pedestal

Trainspotting

Poetic Beats

Welcome to this week’s Poetic Beats with Howard Bond and Davy D, recorded on the 14th of May 2018 on Red Kite Radio.

We continue this month’s theme of trains with a poem by Davy D called Trainspotting. The poem describes the experience of waiting for a train at Haddenham and Thame Parkway railway station and how doing something different, like not getting on the train, can help break habit and provide a different experience for poetry.

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Trainspotting

 

Neon shadows follow across

a deserted platform as

November’s wind rattles

the corrugated shelter.

Inside, blue and yellow shout

Oxford to London

disturbing an empty coke can.

 

Between the swoosh of

electronic doors, eyes in

love’s first bloom. Business

suits and trainers striding

for pole position; muted

conversation rising above

a now constant whirr.

 

Apple Macs open.

Samsung and Sony

compete for trade.

Pen and paper lay

out battle lines.

 

The train now arriving at platform 2.

 

Blurs of black, grey and

blue charge the doors,

frenzied moments en-route

to final pay slips. Madness

limping to a bleak horizon,

leaving solitude and

silence to be reconciled.

 

© Davy D 2018

Karma

Karma

Wordsworth’s Last Stand

Poetic Beats

Welcome to this week’s Poetic Beats with Howard Bond and Davy D, recorded on the 7th of May 2018 on Red Kite Radio.

In 1844 a railway line, running from Kendal to Windermere in the Lake District, was proposed. Part of the line was intended to run into the heart of the Lakes, an area loved by the poet William Wordsworth. Wordsworth was outraged by the new proposal and used his privilege as Poet Laureate to protest to then Prime Minister, William Gladstone. Today’s poem, On The Projected Kendal and Windermere Railway, was written by Wordsworth as part of the correspondence to Gladstone and the media.

In this episode of Poetic Beats, Davy D reads and discusses the poem and some of the related issues around Wordsworth’s protest. If you have difficulty listening to the show a text version of the poem is included after the sound bar.

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On the Projected Kendal and Windermere Railway

 

Is then no nook of English ground secure

From rash assault?  Schemes of retirement sown

In youth, and mid the busy world kept pure

As when their earliest flowers of hope were blown,

Must perish;—­how can they this blight endure?

And must he too the ruthless change bemoan

Who scorns a false utilitarian lure

Mid his paternal fields at random thrown?

Baffle the threat, bright Scene, from Orrest-head

Given to the pausing traveller’s rapturous glance:

Plead for thy peace, thou beautiful romance

Of nature; and, if human hearts be dead,

Speak, passing winds; ye torrents, with your strong

And constant voice, protest against the wrong.

 

WILLIAM WORDSWORTH.

Quiet Zone

Quiet Zone

Don’t Look Behind The Sofa

Poetic Beats

Welcome to this week’s edition of Poetic beats with Howard Bond and Davy D, recorded on the 30th of April 2018 on Red Kite Radio.

In this episode Davy D reads his poem, Don’t Look Behind The Sofa. The word Sofa is derived from the Arabic word, suffah, meaning bench. The first sofas were used in 2000BC by the Egyptian Pharaohs and are now a key part of modern day design and living.

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Don’t Look Behind The Sofa

 

Don’t look behind the sofa,

you never know what’s there.

A set of granny’s mouldy teeth

or an eight-foot grizzly bear?

 

Maybe one of dad’s cheesy socks,

a toffee you’ve forgotten.

Maybe a shiny one-pound coin

or tissues with lots of snot on (uurgh).

 

It’s dark behind the sofa

where giants go to grow,

where Zombles and Quadrillaks

have discos and who knows

 

about gremlins and goblins

who meet there every week,

and fairies and demons

who stop by to take a seat.

 

There’s another world behind your sofa

that comes to life while you sleep.

If you think you’re brave enough

creep downstairs tonight and peek.

 

© Davy D 2018

 

 

 

Tundra

Tundra

The Laureate of Nonsense

Poetic Beats

Welcome to this week’s Poetic Beats, with Howard Bond and Davy D, recorded on the 23rd of April 2018 on Red Kite Radio.

Edward Lear was often referred to as the Laureate of Nonsense and famous for turning his travels around the world into limerick form. He wrote poetry as an escape from his main profession as an illustrator and painter of birds and landscapes. He also spent time as Art Master to Queen Victoria, teaching her to draw and paint.

In this episode of Poetic Beats Davy D reads Lear’s poem, The Table And The Chair, which is taken from his second collection, Nonsense Songs, Stories, Botany and Alphabets, published in 1871.

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The Table And The Chair

I

Said the Table to the Chair,

‘You can hardly be aware,

‘How I suffer from the heat,

‘And from chilblains on my feet!

‘If we took a little walk,

‘We might have a little talk!

‘Pray let us take the air!’

Said the Table to the Chair.

 

II

Said the Chair unto the Table,

‘Now you know we are not able!

‘How foolishly you talk,

‘When you know we cannot walk!’

Said the Table, with a sigh,

‘It can do no harm to try,

‘I’ve as many legs as you,

‘Why can’t we walk on two?’

 

III

So they both went slowly down,

And walked about the town

With a cheerful bumpy sound,

As they toddled round and round.

And everybody cried,

As they hastened to their side,

‘See! the Table and the Chair

‘Have come out to take the air!’

 

IV

But in going down an alley,

To a castle in a valley,

They completely lost their way,

And wandered all the day,

Till, to see them safely back,

They paid a Ducky-quack,

And a Beetle, and a Mouse,

Who took them to their house.

 

V

Then they whispered to each other,

‘O delightful little brother!

‘What a lovely walk we’ve taken!

‘Let us dine on Beans and Bacon!’

So the Ducky, and the leetle

Browny-Mousy and the Beetle

Dined, and danced upon their heads

Till they toddled to their beds.

 

Edward Lear

 

 

 

 

 

Changes

Changes

It is energising and refreshing to take a break from the daily routine and the last three weeks were wonderful, spending quality time with friends and family. The break also allowed me to reconnect with nature and more importantly myself.

Over the last couple of years things have moved fast with Inside The Mind Of Davy D. I worked out most weeks I have been spending in excess of 20 hours a week on social media, managing the blog, visiting and commenting on other bloggers sites, handling the social media accounts associated with the blog.

Although this has been fun and exciting, the recent break highlighted how this approach has started to leave me exhausted and pulled me away from the core of who I am and what I am trying to achieve with my poetry. Add to this a recent health scare, and it has made me realise I need to spend more time connecting with the world around me and the poetry I want to find and write. I also need to make time for a couple of other projects with Poetic Beats, including putting together a podcast centered around poets and poetry.

To do this, I am reducing my time on the blog and going, for the future, to posting two days a week. I will be posting on Tuesdays, which will be a mix of Poetic Motivations, Thursday Thoughts (now Tuesday Thoughts), my poetry and any other things of interest in the world of poetry. Fridays will continue to be Poetic Beats, the recording from the poetry show on Red Kite Radio.

The upside of this is I will have more quality time to read and interact with my favourite bloggers who have helped me so much to get to this point. Some days I felt I was just breezing through your writing and poems in order to get through as many as possible, and this wasn’t doing the quality of your work any justice.

As David Bowie once said, “Always go a little further into the water than you feel you’re capable of being in. Go a little bit out of your depth, and when you don’t feel that your feet are quite touching the bottom, you’re just about in the right place to do something exciting.”