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Seven Seven, Eight Fifty
The BBC have produced a beautiful and sad documentary to mark the seven year anniversary of the London bombings: One Day in London. This terrible event has personal resonances for me, as I was living, as I do now, in Aldgate – site of one of the three explosions on the underground. This poem, writtenContinue reading “Seven Seven, Eight Fifty”
The Island of Gates
This island is waiting for a gate a gate in steel or a gate in glass a gate stretching the concept of gate a deflecting gate in a gap in the circuitboard a gate that will not be relocated brick by brick a gate not a door, not a house, not a barreContinue reading “The Island of Gates”
Spotted on Commercial Street E1
The Office
After working from a tiny desk squeezed into the corner of my living room for the past two and a half years, I have finally moved into my first proper office. It’s on Aldgate High Street, only a few minutes walk from where I live. It’s great and, remarkably, in a seventeenth century, timber-framed building.Continue reading “The Office”
Clapham Junction – Aldgate
It all started in Europe’s busiest railway station, a kind of troglodytic labyrinth: sixteen lines, no way out. You enter, as I did, through a grossly underwhelming shopping arcade, glorified thoroughfare. Whitewashed corridors lead inside and then up. A vast runway of tracks and platforms, a boy in a blue tracksuit spitting at the rails,Continue reading “Clapham Junction – Aldgate”
