Thursday 26 June 1975
Sort of bus. Deirdre Burton (the concrete poet) gets on. Goes to top
[deck]. I’m trapped on the lower deck by something/somebody I don’t like.
Finally when I get up, Bob Cobbing has finished performing.
I fly
across Horsham field on an umbrella. When I finally reach ground Nora is on a
platform above me with friends, saying ‘I’m worried, I’m worried’ over and over
again.
[Here's one of Bob's performances (with Peter Finch) that I've always enjoyed. Something like this would have been in my dream! Deirdre Burton was a concrete poet and lecturer in linguistics at UEA at the time. I did go to talk to her about sound poetry. There's almost a month's gap now until the next installment.]
