Esprit d’escalier July 11, 2022Harry RickettsCreative & PoetryThe Poet stretches out his long legs, looks up from contemplating his elegant, old-fashioned brown shoes,addresses the creative writing class, his voice tuned to channel charm. We have hardly met in forty yearssince long-haired days under dreaming spires, but in a recent review he motioned me off his sacred patch,the poetry of the First World War, in no uncertain terms. Now a no man’s land widens between us,mined with inhibition, self-regard. No way to leave our trenches, share a joke, a smoke, sing ‘Silent Night’.The past crumbles, memory shrapnel. One grenade held in reserve is knowing that at a party oncehe said to a friend’s wife, ‘I put it to you your cunt is on fire for me’ – a line he nicked from a novelby Jonathan Coe. Meanwhile charm smiles; the students, impressed, lean in. Those elegant, old-fashioned brown shoes.Print Harry RickettsHarry Ricketts is a poet, biographer, editor and essayist. Born and brought up in England, he lives in Wellington, Aotearoa, New Zealand where he taught for many years in the English Programme at Te Herenga Waka Victoria University of Wellington.Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Related Posts Jeremiah Nature Out of Nothing, Something Spring Rain