This is myfavvy photo from ‘Every Rumour Is True’ because I think it encapsulates what the entire book is about.
This one comes from fan favourite poem ’14/02/16 – And A While Prior’ and if you recall that was dedicated to a specific lady. I remember having some great memories with her, one that always comes back is we were walking from mine back to hers, and as we’re passing near Bridge Bar area, we see some construction going on, specifically like a huge crane with a box full of heavy construction stuff and they were going to drop it on a spot. So we just sat that chatting and chilling waiting for a good 30 minutes for this huge ass box too, drop. Then it did and it was pretty neat.
Thing is trying to recapture that photo as seen bellow is impossible, the constructions gone and the student flats built, the image despite being so intricately tied to the writing is now irrelevant, alien, foreign. The testimony is all the evidence that the moment even happened, to me that’s the entire book, bathing in nostaglia despite the fact the very town itself has moved on, trying to convince people Colchester used to be something else before it’s what it is now. The ultimate goodbye to the town I’ve loved so dearly…. but it’s time I moved on too
Domestic Poetry 