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This is a life mask of the poet John Keats. It marks both his birthplace and the starting point for a series of walks that I’m making across London. From Shakespeare to Wollstonecraft… A walk from Blake to Shakespeare, from the page to the stage… A walk from Keats to Blake along Moorfields and City Road… I’m going to walk around London. A circumnavigation of the entire city. Not all at once but in sections, between interconnecting points of poetic interest, in episodes broadcast live every Sunday on Substack at five. Soft signals sent out across the water… Who is your appointment with? Digressions from poetics and collected footnotes toward beauty and the eternal. Launching ‘A Masque for Keats’ — A talk and poetry performance by Jan Noble For you, yes you… Launching ‘A Masque for Keats’ at @keats_shelley_house_rome The critic John Lockhart began his savage attack on Keats by saying, “Of all the manias of this mad age, the most incurable, as well as the most common, seems to be no other than the Metromanie.” This is not a podcast. This is a live broadcast. Every Sunday at five. On Substack. Plaster cast of life-mask of John Keats by Benjamin Robert Haydon. A fourth, short essay charting the last days of John Keats... Here’s my third piece on the ‘vulgar cockney’ Keats. The first of the year and 45th overall. There will ten essays in this particular sequence. This week I take a fall as Keats’ health improves... but with it comes despair as he reflects on his legacy... To have great poetry there must be great audiences too… Closing out the year and rolling into the next with a series of ten essays charting the last days of the poet Keats in Rome. Consider this my Christmas special (sans sleigh bells, fake snow and santa hats) On this day in 1820 the police in Rome began an investigation into the poet John Keats. On 18 December a local magistrate, Stanislao del Drago, first filed a report at the head office and the police opened a case, adding Keats’ name to the investigations register… Complete surrender. A piece I wrote about @petebennettsart ‘s show ‘Headshots’ Big thanks to everyone who joined our live-stream of ‘Body 115’ @bodyoneonefive and Q&A last night. Especially to the wonderful @gregory_leadbetter for conducting such a well considered interview, to @justinbutchertheatre, director, for eloquently explaining just what the hell* this piece is all about, to Melissa Unger @unger_xx for being there from the beginning and of course, perhaps most importantly, to Budge @budgie646 at @audiohire for making it all happen. TONIGHT: A fire dance, a rain chant, an incantation… a live-streamed performance of ‘Body 115’ from 7:30pm… Where we met… and how I left you… Lend me your hand… Two figures, in a landscape, holding hands… Searching for a quick way out? Then this may not be for you… Sometimes we gotta go in deeper, we gotta push on through… Saturday afternoons like this. In the wrong pub, in their pub, in your pub. Lighting up. Not giving a fuck. This was my poem. This was my same again pretending to be someone else poem. Soon it shall be time for my confession. But today, today it’s Tottenham away. Love it. Delighted to be joined by Professor @gregory_leadbetter after our live-stream of ‘Body 115’ for a breif discussion at the intersection of theatre and poetry… Up ahead, over the road and then keep going until you find it…

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