Time The Pilot

Last week, I blogged about the Colchester Capsule and the poem by Martin Newell that’s going to be put within it. The poem has now been put up on the firstsite website (pdf file) with a story about it here, if you feel the need to see a picture of me and others with Martin after the reading.

Reading it is perhaps not quite as interesting as having Martin perform it for you, but it’s a very good poem about both the history of Colchester and the wider processes of history and memory:

Yet, history’s untidy
And leaves more things unsaid
Unwritten, un-recorded
It’s crowded by the dead
Who mostly take their memories
And mindsets to the grave
So all we find are trinkets
We vainly try to save.