#adlestrop

Yes. I remember Adlestrop— The name, because one afternoon Of heat the express-train drew up there Unwontedly. It was late June.

The steam hissed. Someone cleared his throat. No one left and no one came On the bare platform. What I saw Was Adlestrop—only the name

And willows, willow-herb, and grass, And meadowsweet, and haycocks dry, No whit less still and lonely fair Than the high cloudlets in the sky.

A couple tracks from Adlestrop, Gilroy Mere’s new LP for Clay Pipe Music, out July 24

Trading as Gilroy Mere, Dollboy, Rhododendron, and Australian Testing Labs as well as his own name, Oliver Cherer has meandered his way through the backwaters of left of centre English folk, ambient and electronic music, issuing numerous albums of original music to much critical acclaim via highly regarded boutique labels such as Static Caravan, Wayside and Woodland, Polytechnic Youth, Second Language, Deep Distance, and Awkward Formats.

Remembering Adlestrop and the poet Edward Thomas

The English poet Edward Thomas immortalised the now vanished railway station at Adlestrop, where his train halted on 24 June 1914, just before the outbreak of the First World War. The themes of intransience and nostalgia are present in many of his other poems, which deserve to be better known. (more…)

It’s been a while since I did one of these. Edward Thomas wrote Adlestrop which was voted the twentieth most popular poem in English by the BBC’s audience. This is the link to the original. This is my rewritten version, using the first line and the same meter and format.

Yes. I remember Adlestrop.

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Everything Moving: Tamar Yoseloff's 'The Black Place' published by Seren Books;

Last week I attended the launch of Tamar Yoseloff’s new collection, published by Seren Books. Tammy and I have known each other for a long while, are both published by Seren and, in her role at Hercules Editions, she has just published my own recent chapbook, Cargo of Limbs. So – in the small world of British poetry – I’m hardly an unconnected critic, but I have the benefit of having followed her…