This is John reading the poem as part of our launch of Atlantic Drift in February 2018 at the London Review of Books shop. Possibly part of his last reading, it was recorded by the steady hand of Jennie Byrne, writer and intern with the Edge Hill University Press. She misses the first few lines, so here they are:
your text is traced in burnt sienna
across the span of ochre wall in the old Co-op at Cebazan
& tells me now as it did in my youth
of how the wine sings in the bottles...
It's on page 141 of our anthology. It's the gentlest call to revolution that I have ever heard.
I remember John more here (with photos and a poem I wrote for him in 2005).
