When I was in the sixth form we were taken on a school visit to see Ted Hughes at the Yorkshire Playhouse. I remember sitting in the front row and tittering as the tall man stepped out from the curtain and strode towards the one stool on the stage. He was not the commanding figure we’d expected….
But then he sat on the stool and began reading. He had a Yorkshire accent to our surprise, and a voice of rolling warmth and power. He began reading The Thought Fox and it was as if someone had turned a key in my back. ‘I imagine this midnight moment’s forest….’
Our school trip to see Hughes changed my life. I wanted to be a writer. I think I knew this already but in that badly-lit theatre, listening to Hughes murmuring ‘the window is starless still, the clock ticks, the page is printed,’ I knew it with a sense of dread certainty.
Back to The Thought Fox again, and the power of what we can imagine and how it creates reality. ‘Brilliantly, concentratedly coming about its own business’. Writers’ visits to schools shouldn’t be a luxury, an add-on, only for well-off schools that can afford them. The arts are as essential a subject as any we have. Sometimes a visiting artist or writer, a trip to the theatre can change lives. I am grateful to Hughes and to poetry for saving mine.
Blogs I Follow
- You really should be watching live stream of Hawai’i lava flow for at least ten minutes
- Resilient Social Contracts and Sustaining Peace from the International Peace Institute
- Libertarians need to think more about this tendency of humans to band together and discriminate
- Air-conditioning vicious circle
- The Bones of J.R. Jones – St. James’ bed
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