Adrian Henri at the Liverpool Biennial
(On the train back to London).
If I had the energy to write, I’d write about Adrian Henri and the Mersey Sound.
I’d write about the sounds of Liverpool and how these sounds and the chiming of Liverpuddlian, can be lyrical, sensual and richly musical.
I’d write about how you can stand in the research centre discovering Adrian Henri for the first time and overhear two Scousers talking about their own adventures with the Liverpool Scene, and about a singular meeting with the round, black-bearded and be-spectacled Henri himself.
Yes, if I had the energy, that’s what I’d write about.
Alice Oswald- Tithonus
A poetic jig.
A foot tapping.
But shouldn’t they have driven us out to some field at dawn?
I will reflect a little more later, I promise.
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