New Directions: Liverpool 2007.


Venturing out again
I come up against an urban
Landscape: disrupted, re-arranged,
relentlessly signposted.

GET IN LANE
I must conform, must get it right.
DIVERSION AHEAD
I don’t want entertainment.
I’ll lose my way again.
NO ENTRY
Access denied.
Need to find an alternative.
STAY IN LANE
Have to do as I’m told.
No room for wavering.
NO LEFT TURN
Chance would be a fine thing.
ROAD CLOSED
Another blocked opportunity.
ONE WAY
Is this guidance or restriction?
CHANGED PRIORITIES
Goalposts moved. Who decides?

The road map just got more obstructive
signposts more dominant yet
inscrutable. Hard to follow.
Movement stalls, the journey is
contorted or curtailed.

Getting from here to there has
become bewildering in its
arbitrariness. Now a
humourless effort to avoid
mental disintegration
and the seizure of faculties.

A sense of direction and
local knowledge, previously precious
now rendered irrelevant in this
revised landscape where survival
and arrival depend on your
ability to follow orders.

cont.
I make another detour,
one more counter-intuitive swing
in the opposite direction to
my intended destination.

Will we make our way back and forward
after regeneration?

Will demolition and disorientation
ever be replaced by healing
and homecoming?


By Val Walsh