I’m a very sad person. Recently, I was able to satisfy two obsessions at the same time. The rejuvenated Professor Lazarus in Dr Who quoted from Eliot’s ‘The Hollow Men’:
Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
‘‘Falls the shadow” finished the Doctor.
When Dr Who actor, David Tennant, was on Parkinson he said that he is as likely to be approached by grannies as eight-year-olds. I’ve watched the series from its inception; first with my brother and later with my children both as children and as adults.
Last year, when I was doing an Open University creative writing course we had to write an alliterative love poem modelled on W H Auden’s ‘Age of Anxiety’ which couldn’t be addressed to a human being. Some of the suggestions were domestic: your favourite food, your favourite household appliance or your car’ (I didn’t fancy any of those); others were ‘non-domestic, aspirational or even fantastical: to your favourite local monument, fictional character or planet’. Here’s what I wrote:
Who Are You?
You’d make a princely partner
and I’d be your perfect pal;
a renegade who regenerates;
a traveller through space and time.
From frontiers of the future
you’re propelled into the past;
When this wasting world’s in danger
you’ll be summoned to assist.
You’ve crossed swords withSycorax;
slaughtered the slithy Slitheen;
Defied the deadly Daleks;
baffled the Moxx of Balhoon.
You stopped the siege by Cybermen;
watched fancy flick the Face of Boe;
When Lady Cassandra kissed you
you knew it wasn’t Rose.
Travelling in your Tardis,
you’re the lonely last Lord of Time;
Though you may regenerate younger
I’ll be dead before you’re mine.