Saturday, November 7, 2009
A Fit Crit Of Brit Lit
Philip Larkin. His poem Broadcast.
One imagining another, distant, being present, anonymously as part of audience at a musical concert, Royals in attendance, played out over radio airwaves.
Imagining her fallen glove, her conservative shoes. Trying to make out the sound of her hands, tiny in all that air, among the rush of applause.