I seeking the cut of man
Have worn out floorboards at Promenade Concerts,
Marched from Aldermaston to London,
Listened to speeches at Speakers Corner,
And have ended up none the wiser.
I have sat in a pub for half the night
Quietly reading Ginsberg and Shakespeare,
Chasing girls when I had a mind to,
Occasionally getting slightly drunk,
But this did not do me much good either.
I was in hot retreat from the world that I loved,
In retreat from the spotlight and live theatre,
The itch of the greasepaint and the smell of the crowd,
But that is my life, I can live no other.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
11th. September 2014.
The first two lines were written in 1963, the rest was composed 11th. September 2014.
For much of my life I have tried to live as part of the crowd, live as an observer, but really I am a natural performer.
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