Legions of the lost: like moles above ground, Londoners flood through the streets clutching A-Zs, trying to navigate their way between tube stations, slowly solving the jigsaw of London in their heads.
The slight tinge of fear I imagine I can hear under the contempt in John Humphreys’ voice when he mentions Bob Crow’s name.
Red-faced twats who work in accounting explain their frustration to the television cameras. It’s so difficult, so hard to get to work. They need to get to work. They will be late for work. They all look like people who work makes miserable. One day the contradiction in their heads will either liberate or kill them.
Walking through the park to Victoria, hundreds of people. Treading new paths across the grass.
BE REALISTIC, ASK FOR TUBE STRIKES!
BENEATH THE PAVING STONES – THE TUBE STRIKE!
IN A SOCIETY THAT HAS ABOLISHED ALL ADVENTURES, THE ONLY ADVENTURE LEFT IS THE TUBE STRIKE!
THE TUBE STRIKE IS UNBELIEVABLE BECAUSE IT’S REAL!
I TAKE THE TUBE STRIKE FOR REALITY BECAUSE I RECOGNISE THE REALITY OF THE TUBE STRIKE!
THE POINT IS NOT TO PUT POETRY AT THE SERVICE OF THE TUBE STRIKE, BUT TO PUT THE TUBE STRIKE AT THE SERVICE OF POETRY!