Saturday Live Poems
Here are the poems: BBC Radio Four. Saturday Live 9am until 10am. Woke at 6am to finish these two poems off as best I could. The first one is broadcast at the beginning of the programme and the second towards the end. The first poem Four Cast and the second poem, The Big Gesture, should be read as if a person is working out their thoughts as speakingFour CastThe Shipping Forcast drifts pastNight slides down the earths backMorning rolls in like a warm breeze on skinThe Breath of dreams out, the daytime inSaturday live: another week goneAnd ire-less the wireless tirelessly onThe Big GestureI know it was one small step but I can't understand wherethe giant leap for mankind is. It was a big thing to do. A big gesture I am glad you did it. But can’t understand why I am glad you did it. Maybe you telling me it was a good thing made me think it wasMaybe we needed something outside the world to unite the world Something out of this world to distract us from within. (You did a good job there.) I know it appeals to something primal A need to travel to explore . To go where no person has gone before,I just can’t see, how it affects me, unless somehow the natural impulse to Travel to see other worlds to discover to engage to connect To walk upon new landsThe impulse of man first found in Ethiopia to travel outwards to new worlds Across seas.... the impulse for man to be the UFOThat there must be more than this, the impulse to seek outwardsAnd explore, Unless it could be correlated with, say, immigration.