We spend a third of our life sleeping.
Let’s call that point A.
And another third at work. Point B.
The final third is spent going between the two.
So many options are available:
There exists, beneath our very feet,
a subterranean network of locomotives.
But why look beyond our feet?
Everyone’s got a walk.
Be it a gangster lean
or the no-self-esteem stoop,
everyone’s got game.
Even the under-fives
are in on the action.
People ramble, sure, they hike,
they jog, run and powerwalk.
But that’s all just footnotes.
The start up costs are low, my friends.
Most of us already own the equipment.
Who’s that dangerous mover
crossing the road without looking?
He makes love like he walks, they say:
that’ll be slow, rhythmical
and without imagination.
Oh, nice triple-drain axel, guy
– work them pigeon-toes!
And here’s another cool thing: as a walker,
you can occupy emotions
other fads can’t touch:
ever tried being wistful on rollerskates?
Ever seen a mournful downhill skier?
Ever seen someone on a waterslide
look lost and alone in this world,
nothing left but the stolid throb
of their blistered feet on the railway sleepers?
Didn’t think so.
You want slogans?
I got slogans!
Walking: it’s going places!
Don’t be a baby – get Walking!
Walking: bringing people together since we diverged from apes!
Walking: it’s like jogging, but without the jogging!
Most people catch a flight to try and discover
somewhere new. I urge them to look closer
at the spaces they already occupy.
Have you ever walked, slowly,
with the heavy steps of a headmaster,
around your flatmate’s room,
picking things up and smelling them?
No!? Well, you’ve got no reason
to buy flights to Brazil then!
Walking’s one of those things,
as soon as you think about it
you start seeing it everywhere.
Out on the street – someone walking,
in a corridor – someone walking,
on a coastal path – someone walking.
So how do you separate yourself
on the modern pavement?
Some people think it’s the shoes
that count. That six-inch heels
raise you above your peers.
Or high-tops put you up-top.
Not so easy, friends.
There’s more to walking
than just left foot right foot
in a pair of Air Jordans.
Here’s the secret. Real Walkers,
those who walk,
are in touch
with the surface of the earth.
Each step is its own destination:
a city, built in a moment,
and dismantled just as fast.
You can hear the mechanism
if you listen very close.
Don’t get left behind, friends.
There is somewhere better
than where you currently are.
Take a step back
then take your first step forward.

Comments
Dendrite | June 17, 2008 - 08:03
This is way too hilarious. The tone is done up like a carnival or medicine show huckster with a bamboo cane and straw hat selling some snake oil elixar, but it's just about walking. This bit: around your flatmate’s room,/picking things up and smelling them? ah hahahahaha! There are many insightful turns and points built in: you can occupy emotions/other fads don't go near, or the no-self esteem stoop. I was wondering how this could possibly end. Just read the last four lines, yep, with gravity.
jennifer | June 17, 2008 - 10:34
Love this -
'He makes love
like he walks, they say:
that’ll be slow, rhythmical
and without imagination.'
and this stanza is just awesome -
'Here’s the secret. Real Walkers,
those who walk,
are in touch
with the surface of the earth.
Each step is its own destination:
a city, built in a moment,
and dismantled just as quickly.
You can hear the mechanism
if you listen very close.'
Stunning.
spack | June 17, 2008 - 12:09
Thanks for the comments.
Dendrite, I like the idea of this character being a carnival huckster - so I've edited this to give it a bit more of that flavour.
This is for a project called Present Tense where you're given a week to write a performance piece in response to the week's major issue. Then I have to perform it - this Sunday 22nd at the Southwark Theatre.
This week's issue is the oil crisis.
Toughie.
Joe
mcmanaman | June 17, 2008 - 13:14
this is ace spack.
I think first two stanzas could be snappier tho
x
tcook | June 17, 2008 - 13:25
I think the fairground huckster thing is spot on - it's almost the snake oil salesman. What a wonderfully ironic response to the environmental crisis - getting conmen to get us walking! You should perform it in top hat and tails - with a sandwich board around it - with one of the slogans (I like the jogging one best) on each board. good one.
spack | June 17, 2008 - 13:49
Great, thanks everyone.
I've edited it again to snappify the opening couple of stanzas. Thanks Macmanaman.
Tony - good call on the sandwich boards! I may well try that.
Joe
spack | June 17, 2008 - 14:05
Edited one more time to make the order of the argument a bit more logical.
Caldwell | June 17, 2008 - 14:29
Really great. Your slogans could be punchier though... but maybe that's deliberate?
tcook | June 17, 2008 - 14:36
I love the slogans as they are - a brilliant pastiche of government advertising campaigns.
Dendrite | June 18, 2008 - 00:39
1st stanza is mundo perfecto. It's veddy snapified.
mark_yelland-brown | June 19, 2008 - 09:52
i lika your stuff,
you better than good.
The confidence of the writing in this poem makes me purr!
span | June 29, 2008 - 04:27
ace