Heygate Estate

What is that sound high in the air

Tim Tinker's Heygate Estate, Deacon Way, Elephant & Castle, Southwark, SE17

Murmur of maternal lamentation

Tim Tinker's Heygate Estate, Deacon Way, Elephant & Castle, Southwark, SE17

Who are those hooded hordes swarming

Tim Tinker's Heygate Estate, Deacon Way, Elephant & Castle, Southwark, SE17

Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth

Tim Tinker's Heygate Estate, Deacon Way, Elephant & Castle, Southwark, SE17

Ringed by the flat horizon only

Tim Tinker's Heygate Estate, Deacon Way, Elephant & Castle, Southwark, SE17

What is the city over the mountains

Tim Tinker's Heygate Estate, Deacon Way, Elephant & Castle, Southwark, SE17

Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air

Tim Tinker's Heygate Estate, Deacon Way, Elephant & Castle, Southwark, SE17

Falling towers

Tim Tinker's Heygate Estate, Deacon Way, Elephant & Castle, Southwark, SE17

From TS Eliot’s The Waste Land – V What the Thunder Said (1922)

Facing a Red Light

He could not endure what he found himself going through, and he could not get away.

Pierre Vivant’s Traffic Light Tree, Westferry Roundabout, Canary Wharf, Tower Hamets, E14

It seemed to him as if he sat behind the tiller of his custom-made unique quibble, facing a red light, green light, amber light all at once; no rational response was possible.

Pierre Vivant’s Traffic Light Tree, Westferry Roundabout, Canary Wharf, Tower Hamets, E14

From Philip K Dick’s Flow My Tears, The Policeman Said (1974)