He walks on stage with no introduction.
He talks as you thinks a poet might,
her drawls his words and emphasises them in particular points-
rushing through the stanzas like he's got somewhere to be,
a mad Huddersfield dog in a limelight heat. He needs no introduction,
flying into his performance with a level of boredom that seems akin
to a Rider on the back of a prime stallion, fine muscles twitching in
perfect precision as his steed
Cuts
into the crowd. Complete silence from the heat of us,
pure silence in rapture
of this rude grown man who requires
no introduction.
Simon Armitage... fascinating but very irritating accent. Insane poetry.