Strike a Pose

I’m at The Southbank centre  this morning  and each day this week except tomorrow.    I place  a screen print of one of the  Head series,  by  Whitney McVeigh  upon the wall of The Riverside Rooms.    She’s  a star on Saatchi online. I get some admin done shifting papers like a master card player.    

By twelve noon I’m on the 6th floor of The Royal Festival Hall in a photo-shoot with Dominique Brewster. With a one hour  lunch break the shoot lasts two hours.  Brewster
is so obviously talented that it’s a pleasure to watch from my side of the camera.

After this I trawl  the London Literature festival brochure proofs then  race over to the literature department for conversations on changes.   At 5pm I get a call from BBC’s
Newsnight  requesting  a poem as  advice  to the new poet laureate. In truth I haven’t
the time.  They shall be putting the poem on their website tomorrow night when the poet laureate is announced.   

But within five minute’s of putting the phone down an idea (!)  which out of respect  I can’t do anything but write. Eight lines fall out of me and gather themselves  and whereas normally I would put them in the oven to cook, so the chemicals react  to the heat of time,  by six pm I have pressed send. The poem is called Rest. 

Earlier on today I saw Jude Kelly the artistic director who asked if I was going to the Slambassadors event in the evening . I took this as a sign to go…I was verging on giving it a miss due to my new York trip the following day.  At 7pm I walk from my office  to The Blue Rooms below the royal festival hall. It’s the 100th centenary of The Poetry Society who
have chosen this event to be the launch of their celebrations. 

 The vent keeps surprising me.  Andy Burnham the culture secretary turns up and delivers an impassioned speech about poetry   and how it changed his life  particularly through a film called V and a poem by Tony Harrison.  But this was directed by Peter Symes who was twenty years later the executive producer of my film Internal Flight which shall be shown at the literature festival  this year. Synchronicity comes to mind and lots of light.  

I didn’t know Burnham was going to be here. But what with him his speech and the young people  it was a real treat of an evening and rather than feeling tired I’m invigorated.    But believe it or not a photo-shoot can take it out of you.   I get on my bike and cycle home for 10pm.   BBC’s Newsnight will launch the poem on line tomorrow when the laureate is announced

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