Julia Darling “When I arrived here it was so dark, early evening, deep in a month like January, smouldering with the embers of Christmas. I walked down to the quayside. I was surrounded by voices, by shunting trains, calling to me. I knew I would never leave, that this place was more than a city, more than stones and roads. It was heart and flames. I walked into it. I listened to its rough edges. I settled like a cat in its corners, and I watched it change over decades. Imagine that you could build a utopia, that this place could be different to any other, a city that was not knitted into capitalism like every other place in the world. A free town, a place of the imagination. Where poets. like me, had the upper hand? What would we do? Has it already been done? I am not really a political person I am not someone who goes to meetings I just like imagining things I came here looking for a home And I fell into the arms of the city And the city was a thin black cat, And it was a bright red fire And we were lucky and warm And the people said come here hinny Said, have a bed, have a beer, have a blessing And we will give you the long northern day And you can lie in the strong hands of night And so, I never turned back. And this was my home and my saviour.”
Posted on: Sat, 08 Jun 2013 12:01:06 +0000
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