I am almost completely certain that this will be the last entry in this august blog which refers to the new reformed Walpole Park, but forgive me, every time I trundle down Mattock Lane in the old two-seater and glimpse the jolly lawns and neatly-trimmed ducks my heart swells with pride. Frequently I determine to return to my own back yard, roll up my sleeves, ready my tools, find my seeds and draw up a list of instructions for my man to follow in the garden. Of course I never do, and why? I believe the answer is gardening porn.
Gardening Porn, like any other porn, e.g. and to whit, food porn or car porn is a method by which the lackadaisical individual e.g. and to whit, yours truly can experience life vicariously through the experience of others. Do viewers of Gardner’s World have gardens, or do they simply covet Monty Don’s tidy plot?
This week there was a good deal of poetry porn going on as we experienced the wit of our fellow poets. Martin Choules brought the Portuguese Man o’ War to the room in all its deadly glory. Marilyn Keenan wrote about a tortured love affair against the skyline of New York. Gerry Goddin played his guitar pass and gave us a song about a yo-yo with a broken string. David Hovatter brought us a new one (and where were you?) about a walk in a thunderstorm. Nick Barth also evoked a thunderstorm but lacked sleep. New attendee Ali Chaudhry brought us a poem about commitment, promises and suffering. Another new member, Christine Egan brought us a piece about the journey of a boy in the Iraq war. Finally John Hurley wrote a polemic, which was not a polemic, on lawns.
Gardening porn came to mind as leafing through the Pitshanger Poets archive I was reminded of the irregular visits of DH Lawrence to the workshops before the First World War. Lawrence counted himself as a poetic sparring partner of Ezra Pound and journeyed to London on a number of occasions, however the PP Archivist seemed very agitated, in that once Lawrence arrived at the manor he then became difficult to locate. On one occasion Lawrence was found in deep conversation with the Pitshanger Gardner, a Chelsea football club devotee by the name of David Mellor. It appears Lawrence was a huge fan of gardening and ardent on gathering tips for obtaining a nice firm courgette. Whether this experience had any influence on his future work is not not recorded. If you have been, thank you for reading.