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Poetry On The Telly

Last night BBC 2 aired a 50-minute dramatisation of Christopher Reid's magnificent long poem, "The Song of Lunch", which I think takes its place now, beside "The Rape of the Lock" as vers de societe classic.  Reid is part of a generation of major English poets who have somehow been sidelined by the NextGen - so that James Fenton, Craig Raine, Charles Boyle are, though of course widely-known, somehow not treated with the kid gloves afforded to Kid Armitage and Sundance Duffy.  Well, Reid is tops in my book.  The production was marvellous,sad and very funny, and superbly well-acted, though Rickman seemed perhaps overly-distracted, and Emma's neck was not as long as in the poem.  It made me think the whole thing was a reverie, whereas in the text, it seems more vividly nightmarish - the lunch is happening, the crisis is real.  I am not sure the fellow cast as the original owner of the bistro was funereal enough; and the Eliot-look-alike was too fat and short.  Also, would an editor in Bloomsbury real get blotto on one grappa and two bottles of plonk, having consumed a starter, a bit of pizza and a few breadsticks?  Likely not.  Still, the sadness of time was perfectly portrayed.  This proves poems can work on TV.  Bring them on!

Comments

martine said…
We enjoyed it immensely. my partner said it could have been on the radio but I don't agree, the visual aspect of looks exchanged between them and things going on in the background was important to the interpretation. Great to see such things making it on to the telly.
best wishes
martine
Sheenagh Pugh said…
" Also, would an editor in Bloomsbury real get blotto on one grappa and two bottles of plonk"

You're joking, right? Anyone would be drunk on that lot, whatever they'd eaten - certainly over the driving limit!
EYEWEAR said…
Sheenagh, I used to drink a few bottles with a meal and not end up forgetting I was with other people, or crawl up to the roof of the resto and brood. Can't do that anymore of course.

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