by William Wordsworth

Composed upon Westminster Bridge.

Earth has not any thing to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth, like a garment, wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie
Open unto the fields, and to the sky;
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Never did sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill;
Ne’er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
The river glideth at his own sweet will:
Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying still!

William Wordsworth
Composed 2nd September, 1802,
Published, Poems in Two Volumes, 1807
(He would have loved the MNrun)

MNRun11a on Flickr.

Start of the Create Fest MNrun!

IMG_5099 on Flickr.

Mikey Kirkpatrick at the Create Festival Midnight Run, 2nd July 2011, London.

bridgetminamore:

In the second part of the Bridget’s Brilliant Weekend posts, here are the pictures from Saturday night’s Midnight Run, aka when I spent 12 hours walking around London.

My friend Inua thought up the genius idea of the Midnight Run, and it’s a good ‘un. Basically a group of people walk through the city from 6pm to 6am, stopping off along the way for music, poetry, games, talks and general awesome things. I absolutely loved it. We played basketball and ‘rugball’ (rugby and football’s bastard lovechild), ate Chinese food, made a play, froze in Victoria Station, planted flowers, ate strawberries on a roundabout, watched the sunrise and walked lots and lots and lots. London at night is a whole new experience and I’m so glad I was involved. There might be a mini-Midnight Run in the winter so watch this space!

As a featured artist for the even with my collective, Rubix, I also got the chance to tell some stories and am going to write some poems in response to the event. I even managed to get a few promises from people to come to the RDC session on Tuesday after I read my poem about the Crew - result. I’m actually amassing quite a collection of running poems… and I have no idea what to do with them. Maybe I should start posting them up on here? Hmmm. Then you can all see quite how obsessed I’ve become!