Showing posts with label salon historic east end sights sounds and poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label salon historic east end sights sounds and poetry. Show all posts

Friday, 4 June 2010

☯ the old and the new

I love East London and it's mix:
shops, warehouses, homes:
past lives and working lives:
the old being nudged by the new:
or is it?
there are echoes of the old being kept alive
by historians and poets and creatives:
more so in this digital age than perhaps
years gone by:
I stepped through this door for another evening 
at 

first a showing of the excellent film East End Heritage by 

split screen black and white images
of the Old Spitalfields Market
Petticoat Lane and surrounding streets:
armchair interviews and recollections:
the pub landlady who could set her clock by
two ladies who sat in the same place,
same time, every day:
a glass of sherry and half of Mathesons:
if one wasn't well the other would stay home 
making the regulars concerned:
photos of families at Christmas:
"presents! the men looked after the women, 
bought them a nice gift.  that way they
could go out for a drink later"

poems translated from the Yiddish poet
and read by Stephen Watts:
later he treated us to his own epic
prosaic stroll down Brick Lane:

the man I could listen to all day is Alan Dein:
exploiting the archives of the BBC and
mixing them with interviews of 
people today:
love his ideas of bringing history to the 
present:
impassioned by
the Bangladeshi community when they forged 
new alliances to oppose racism 
in the 80's:
the notion of everyone having their 'own patch'
is not a new one:
 drawing people in to consider what
had been on the site of a 60's tower block:
go here and listen to this fantastic 
trust me you'll be enchanted:
just as I was:
*apologies for strange spacing on todays blog: think blogspot has issues haha