Alan Bennett is 83.
I better get watching – and reading –
his books, his TV, his films, scripts…
There’s too much for me.
(I’ve read some, seen some – but there’s
much to revisit, and so much to try, to find, to hunt,
to line up).
A name gets mentioned, or I’m reminded of someone/something
and it becomes
the next binge.
And utterly wonderful!
Frenetic – relentless – absurd.
But if it’s not Alan Bennett
(and that’s just the ones that are *still* alive) / (and only *some* of them…)
There’s so much still
living from the ones long gone.
And some days I think it’s my
job to try to find it all.
And most days I return home “from work”