William Blake

Poet in Radio Shocker

Davy D Hijacks the Radio

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There hasn’t been much thinking going on this week because I have spent most of it in a wild state of panic.

Visitors to this blog will know over the last six months I have become a bit of a diva / luvvie and  taken Inside the Mind of Davy D onto the airwaves, with the Poetic Beats project on my local radio station. Well, guess what?……… they have only let me take over the radio station completely for two hours this Saturday.  I REPEAT….. they have only let me take over the radio station for two hours this Saturday. I know, it’s bonkers, on a par with Donald Trump taking over the Whitehouse.

The past week has been devoted to fine tuning my favourite poems and selecting some of my all-time favourite songs creating a mixture of excitement and full on fear in the Davy D household. Mrs D and the fish have moved into the garden shed and are refusing to return until it’s all over.

There will be a Will-i-am fest with poems from William Wordsworth, William Blake and William Butler Yeats, with a few Davy D rhymes thrown in, backed by some excellent tracks (I would say that wouldn’t I?)

So why not come and join me this Saturday, the 3rd of February, between 12.00pm and 14.00pm GMT. I know most of you are outside the reception area, but you can get it on the internet by following this link at Red Kite Radio.

Please tune in, the radio studio can be a lonely place.

To Winter

Poetic Beats

Welcome to this week’s Poetic Beats with Howard Bond and Davy D, recorded on the 22nd of January 2018 on Red Kite Radio.

In this show we read and analyse William Blake’s poem, To Winter. Blake was a poet who was shunned by the establishment at the time, becoming the voice of the working class. His claims of being a mystic had him labelled as a madman. He died in poverty but left art and poetry that has gone on to inspire many people. One such was rock musician Patti Smith and we discuss how William Blake’s influence provided the foundation for many of her hits, including Because the Night.

If you have difficulty listening to the programme, a text version of the poem is included after the sound bar.

To hear this week’s Poetic Beats please press the arrow to the left of the sound bar below.

 

 

To Winter

O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors:

The north is thine; there hast thou built thy dark

Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs

Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car.

 

He hears me not, but o’er the yawning deep

Rides heavy; his storms are unchain’d, sheathed

In ribbed steel; I dare not lift mine eyes;

For he hath rear’d his scepter o’er the world.

 

Lo! now the direful monster, whose skin clings

To his strong bones, strides o’er the groaning rocks:

He withers all in silence, and in his hand

Unclothes the earth, and freezes up frail life.

 

He takes his seat upon the cliffs, the mariner

Cries in vain. Poor little wretch! that deal’st

With storms; till heaven smiles, and the monster

Is driven yelling to his caves beneath Mount Hecla.

 

William Blake