More water, extravagant upshootings and downpourings of it, unbottled from the veins of a Borgia. Such force and power — though to what end other than to cool the minds of those overheating here in the future? Let it rush and hiss and chuckle and spray its optimistic excess down the terraces of five centuries. Though even Liszt baulks at so many manuals below the organ fountain and though guides simply give up let it go on running down from Tivoli into our trivial hollow ways and leaden pipework. Just watch us hold our phones out for the stuff.
On a theme from Marcus Aurelius
to Stuart Henson
But what's the harm in hoping fame might come? 'It will distract you,' says Aurelius, as Google magnifies him on his horse in his own gallery. 'The gulf of time before and after, not a trivial name, is what you should consider.' Loud applause. And so his name and fame come down to us, insisting that a thumb is just a thumb whichever way it turns, and though you're spent and tangled in a gory net with bits of cat and little hope but a mangled prayer, while he's in laurelled white and gold up there, hailed by the masses, one life's what he gets, like yours, no more or less significant.
John will be reading at an hour-long Wild Court showcase at this year’s Poetry in Aldeburgh festival. This free event – also featuring fellow Wild Court contributors Niall Campbell, Helen Calcutt and Will Stone – will take place on Friday 8th November at 3.30pm in the Peter Pears Gallery. More details on the festival programme here. John’s recently-published new collection, The Silence, is available to buy here.