Richard Curtis; Murray Lachlan Young; John McCarthy and Meredith Hooper; Ben Elton's Inheritance Tracks
Sian Williams and Richard Coles in the Radio Theatre with Richard Curtis, poet Murray Lachlan Young, John McCarthy and explorer Meredith Hooper, and Ben Elton's Inheritance Tracks.
Sian Williams & Richard Coles live from the Βι¶ΉΤΌΕΔ Radio Theatre in London's Broadcasting House with screenwriter & director Richard Curtis, poet Murray Lachlan Young, Annie Hutchinson who arrived in the UK 10 years ago with just Β£62 to her name and is now turning neglected houses into comfortable homes for children and their families, and Edward Adoo whose love of London buses led him to a career as a DJ. John McCarthy talks to Antarctic explorer Meredith Hooper, Sylvia Hopwood describes the sound of Star Ferry bell in Hong Kong, comedian Ben Elton shares his Inheritance Tracks and JP Devlin mingles with the crowds.
Producer: Dixi Stewart.
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STUDIO GUEST :: RICHARD CURTIS
POETRY :: MURRAY LACHLAN YOUNG
Murray performs poetry specially written for today’s programme from the Radio Theatre.
SOUND SCULPTURE :: HONG KONG STAR FERRY BELL
TRANSFORMING HOMES AND LIVES :: ANNIE HUTCHINSON
TRAVEL :: MEREDITH HOOPER
INHERITANCE TRACKS :: BEN ELTON
DOUBLE DECKER :: EDWARD ADOO
POEM :: UNIVERSAL LAW FOR THE WEB
Universal Law for the Web by Murray Lachlan Young
Μύ
I met a man who told me life was perfect
In a lift upon the 37th floor
By the time we were getting near the basement
He’d expounded on a universal law
Μύ
Saying everything that happens has a reason
Every meeting every greeting every call
For the universe dispenses with perfection
All the things that should be coming to us all
Μύ
He said everything is driven by vibration
The attraction to the action of ones choice
One receives the very thing that one is calling
When vibrating with a special inner voice
Μύ
As I exited the lift I heard him choking
I consoled him saying: it was meant to be
And reminded him the universe was perfect
And I’d had a dodgy curry for my tea
POEM :: COMETH THE SPRING
Cometh the Spring by Murray Lachlan Young
Deep chill still ride the winter breeze
Long past the thought of Christmas box
Long past the battle of the trees
Twixed solstice night and equinox
Upon the heels of old St bride
In sight of winter aconite
We mark the turning of the tide
Come to the feast of candle light
The hornbeam shifts in contemplation
Reaching for the distant sound
The oak remains in meditation
Birch tree shifts in frozen ground
Now all the days of marked cold
make points that line the joyful way
As names struck from the winter role
That lead us to the month of May
Yet what do wise Grandmothers say?
That now is now and then was then
And life must not be wished away
For neither will be seen again
See snowdrops pierce the woodland floor
Now earth is turned in cosmic plan
And see the turning push the door
So prune your apples while you can
And hear the gentle whisper sing
As wildest bell begin to ring
Throw open potting shedsonce more
And greet the coming of the spring
STUDIO GUESTS :: ANNIE, ED, RICHARD, RICHARD, MURRAY, SIAN, MEREDITH AND JOHN
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- Sat 2 Feb 2013 09:00Βι¶ΉΤΌΕΔ Radio 4
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