I am sometimes asked: where do you get your ideas from? My response is: everywhere. To be creative, all we have to do is open up our bodies and our minds. Feast our eyes, our ears, our nose on the world around us, stick out our tongues to taste the day, be curious, reach and touch the varied textures (Covid restrictions may apply).
I was very happy to learn, therefore, that one of Britain’s greatest dead poets, Wilfred Owen, was also stirred by his environment, the town I now call home.
When I moved to Scarborough eighteen years ago, I found out that Wilfred Owen had been here just before he was sent back to the front near the end of World War One. In late 1917/early 1918 he was billeted at the Clarence Gardens Hotel, now the Clifton Hotel, on North Bay. Several years ago, I heard a talk by Dr Paul Elsam and John Oxley MBE FSA in which they discussed how this sojourn had fed into Owen’s poetry. I was overjoyed to find this talk expanded into six podcasts for the recent Big Ideas By the Sea festival. Each podcast takes a poem and explores the links with Scarborough. The series is accompanied by an art installation at the railway station.
I have always said graveyards are a great resource for writers. Half told stories adorn every grave, demanding: ‘What happened here?’ And ‘What if?’ In the current novel I am working on, Drowning Not Waving, DC Donna Morris walks through Dean Road cemetery, the dedications to fisherman giving her a new perspective on her investigation. The paths she walks, I have walked dozens of times. And, according to the podcast on the poem Strange Meeting, so did Wilfred Owen. He stood in front of a memorial which has always intrigued me and, perhaps, like me, it got him wondering.
I was very glad the podcast on the poem The Calls explained the background to it, as, at first, I was not taken by it. However, as I sit overlooking the South Bay, it comes back to me and I write.
The Calls, 25th July 2021
The drone of the speed boat.
The excited prattling of the children paddling.
A man arguing into his mobile phone.
The (not quite) silent beat of the wing of a seagull gliding in to grab.
A winter visitor in 1918,
he would not have noted these.
Yet, a hundred or so years apart,
we can share the shush-shus-shush-shoosh —
the inexorably incoming tide.
Both Wilfred Owen and I have been inspired by Scarborough. Now his words have stimulated mine. That’s how writers roll, moved by our surroundings, but further stirred by the language of others who have also been inspired in this way. A never ending process, whirling on and on.
Now I invite you, dear reader, to use this blog post as a portal to the Wilfred Owen in Scarborough podcasts:
If you love reading or writing poetry or stories, I can guarantee you will find them fascinating.
Have never thought of going to graveyards to draw inspiration, and now I have that idea planted in my head. Maybe once this pandemic passes, I can give that a whirl. Anyway, thanks for this post!
Thanks for this. I guess we all find our own sources of inspiration, ones that work for us as individuals. Good luck with your creative work.
Really enjoyed your post – I was unaware of the Wilfred Owen connection to Scarborough/ Clifton Hotel. As you say all we need for inspiration is an open mind and a willingness to be curious about what/ who/ where we encounter. I too have wandered in Dean Cemetery, drawn to the wording on the graves and wondered about their lives but can’t recall seeing the one you’ve highlighted here – fascinating indeed. Retaining the curiosity of childhood into adulthood makes life a fascinating journey….not to mention an invaluable tool to anyone of a creative nature.
Indeed Suzie, well put. Do listen to the podcasts, I am sure you will find them interesting. Meanwhile, good luck with your creative work.
Thanks for this, Kate. How marvellous it is that at last, Wilfred Owen’s connection to Scarborough and the way in which the poet himself was inspired by his walks through the town is engaging today’s writers. I’ve always found cemeteries to be serene if sombre places, where you can open up your mind beyond the narrow concerns which normally constrain our imaginations.
Thanks David. Good luck with the writing.