“Here”: A Cinematic Poem Film Tribute To Poet Philip Larkin Narrated By Sir Tom Courtenay And Directed By Dave Lee (2010)

‘Here’ is a visual adaptation the Philip Larkin poem of the same name. The poem portrays a journey through a rural landscape, a large town and out to the coast. While the region and town are unnamed in the poem, Larkin himself stated that the poem in a celebration of East Yorkshire and the city of Hull.

Directed by:  Dave Lee

Produced by:  Classlane Media

Music Scored by: Louise Bennet

Narrated by:   Sir Tom Courtenay

Featuring a contemplative read from Hull-born, multi BAFTA winning, twice Oscar nominated actor Sir Tom Courtenay, the film revisits the landscape and characters that inspired Larkin almost half a century before.

Here by Philip Larkin

“Swerving east, from rich industrial shadows
And traffic all night north; swerving through fields
Too thin and thistled to be called meadows,
And now and then a harsh-named halt, that shields
Workmen at dawn; swerving to solitude
Of skies and scarecrows, haystacks, hares and pheasants,
And the widening river’s slow presence,
The piled gold clouds, the shining gull-marked mud,

Gathers to the surprise of a large town:
Here domes and statues, spires and cranes cluster
Beside grain-scattered streets, barge-crowded water,
And residents from raw estates, brought down
The dead straight miles by stealing flat-faced trolleys,
Push through plate-glass swing doors to their desires –
Cheap suits, red kitchen-ware, sharp shoes, iced lollies,
Electric mixers, toasters, washers, driers –

A cut-price crowd, urban yet simple, dwelling
Where only salesmen and relations come
Within a terminate and fishy-smelling
Pastoral of ships up streets, the slave museum,
Tattoo-shops, consulates, grim head-scarfed wives;
And out beyond its mortgaged half-built edges
Fast-shadowed wheat-fields, running high as hedges,
Isolate villages, where removed lives

Loneliness clarifies. Here silence stands
Like heat. Here leaves unnoticed thicken,
Hidden weeds flower, neglected waters quicken,
Luminously-peopled air ascends;
And past the poppies bluish neutral distance
Ends the land suddenly beyond a beach
Of shapes and shingle. Here is unfenced existence:
Facing the sun, untalkative, out of reach.”

Article on the film:  http://www.larkin25.co.uk/larkin25-projects.php?project=8

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