Writing the City is back, Autumn-shaped.
So far we’ve peered into glasss cabinets chock-full with jam jars of moles and the like, in the curious and curiosity packed Grant Museum, prompted amongst other things by the idea that these specimens can be (and are) ‘adopted’ – so what would you adopt, who for, and why?
'tell a dream, lose a reader' Henry James
Armed with dream journals adding a cast list of aliases, a quest to find the elusive ‘it’ and a journey – no be bop to be had around Kings Cross on a Tuesday noon, and so to the Royal College of Music’s free lunchtime concert for some Hungarian violin and piano – and what words!
(Incidentally, excellent canteen down in the RCM basement – kedgeree for under a fiver.)
Week 3 was a bright and bitter day, which felt fitting for our trip to the Foundling Museum to learn of the tokens, left like cloakroom tickets against deposits of abandoned children. Artist John Aldus’ scaled-up replicas are embedded in the paving slabs outside Brunswick Shopping Centre, so off we went, to march on Marchmont Street.
Week 4 commenced in Somerset House – not to skate, but contemplate what kind of penny dreadful the characters of Sweeny Todd would make today. To St Dunstans in the West, and Bell Yard, where Mrs Lovett may have made priest pies. We pried in crypts and falafel stands, talked to vergers, wandered down narrow alleys, and mixed it all up.