Helen Angell on T S Eliot's poem 'Preludes' and on her own poem 'Mancunian Way'

In this episode, I talk to Helen Angell about T S Eliot's early poem 'Preludes', and her own architecturally-inspired poem 'Mancunian Way.' Helen discusses where and when she first encountered Eliot's poetry (at Rotherham College) and how much his work has gone on to influence her writing. We talk about the public spaces versus the private rooms in Eliot's poem 'Preludes'.  How does Eliot confront modernity in his poetry, and the psychological forces acting on open and vulnerable minds? Helen then goes on talk about her travels to Manchester (and other urban environments) with her pen and her camera.  She elaborates on the thing that is the Mancunian Way - how it dominates the sight-lines of the city (and how difficult it is to actually get onto). Helen describes the underbelly of the road, and how this inspired her to write the poem.  She reflects on her position as a lone traveller in possibly edgy environments.  Helen also considers the issues of depicting the street people she encounters. We discuss architectural space (particularly post-war landscapes) and how this might be re-imagined in print. You can read T S Eliot's poem 'Preludes' here (on the Poetry Foundation website). Mancunian Way The underpass docks in early autumn chill. Its boat’s underbelly faded as worn planks, sooty striations and stone bleachings. A small, late butterfly flitters near the hull, uncertain ivory amongst sown meadow-flowers. Breaking the wall of sound with ocean breath, the A57 washes seawater noises. And in this undersea world of mist and sleeping bags, makeshift tents, a messiah unfurls a scroll beside London Road. It would be easy to be absent here for years. By the closed taco stand and the blue portaloos, skaters fling tied shoes to hook on grey ribs. Soles twisting from the double-knots, above boys who skid, hand-scuffed across the reeling surface. Wishbones hold roof to floor. Things hatch under Oxford Road, yellow containers expand, open doors into other worlds. Hydroponics stretch their roots in white trays. Behind wire fencing, the Mancunian Way’s elephant-legged stride is trapped. Our dreams turn to lullabies, chewed paper spat into an ashtray.   Helen Angell writes poetry and non-fiction often inspired by brutalist architecture and post-war landscapes. She writes about the beauty and transience of urban life as well as its impact on human relationships. Helen has worked creatively with The Hepworth, Manchester School of Architecture, National Railway Museum and Kelham Island Museum as well as in collaboration with a number of visual artists and musicians. Her writing has appeared in a number of publications and anthologies including The North, Strix and The Modernist. She is currently completing a Creative Writing PhD at University of Liverpool based on the work of post-war landscape architect Brenda Colvin. You can follow me on Bluesky - @cwjoneschris.bsky.social for more updates on future episodes. You can find out more about my own writing through my website - chris-jones.org.uk - or on my Substack Swift Diaries. The end music was composed and played by William Jones.