9 February 2009
Poetry on Wheels
Just standing on a street corner talking to a friend and then this Copenhagener rolls up.
Iconic Copenhagen Cycle Chic. Right there. Appearing out of the grey winter mist like a dream.
These iconic shots are not everyday occurances but whether they are iconic or almost so, it's moments like these that are nothing less than the transportational equivalent of standing on a street corner and having Shakespeare walk past, stop up, mumble to himself "'Hmm... a horse... a horse... my kingdom for a horse... yes, that works...". Then he jots down the line in his notebook and walks off. Or John and Paul passing by, one humming a melody and the other trying out lyrics... "How about, 'I Wanna Hold Your Ha-aa-aa-nd'...?" Or Kieslowski eagerly and expressively explaining a plotline to Piesiewicz.
It's instant poetry, created on the spot. Epic to witness. Breathless. Add to that simple aesthetic fact the whole 'most efficient machine ever created' / sustainable / effortless / enjoyable angle ... and my goodness it's nice.