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Previously on "The Train Stations of Paris"

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  • Sysman
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    Originally posted by Doggy Styles View Post
    I particularly enjoyed Night Train by W. H. Auden. I believe a version of it was used in a TV advertisement for the Post Office, or possibly for British Rail as it was then.
    A classic.

    YouTube: "This is the night mail" - WH Auden

    And as one of the comments has it,

    Who says white men can't rap?"

    Methinks WH will be rolling in his grave at that one

    P.S. From Wiki

    Night Mail is a 1936 documentary film about a London, Midland and Scottish Railway (LMS) mail train from London to Scotland, produced by the GPO Film Unit. The two men also collaborated on a documentary on the line from London to Portsmouth, The Way to the Sea, also in 1936. The film was directed by Harry Watt and Basil Wright, and narrated by John Grierson and Stuart Legg. The Brazilian filmmaker Alberto Cavalcanti was sound director. It starred Royal Scot 6115 Scots Guardsman.[citation needed]
    Last edited by Sysman; 8 November 2011, 11:47.

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  • NervousRexx
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    Originally posted by Doggy Styles View Post
    I particularly enjoyed Night Train by W. H. Auden. I believe a version of it was used in a TV advertisement for the Post Office, or possibly for British Rail as it was then.
    Night Train by W. H. Auden (1907 - 1973)

    This is the Night Mail crossing the border,
    Bringing the cheque and the postal order,
    Letters for the rich, letters for the poor,
    The shop at the corner and the girl next door.
    Pulling up Beattock, a steady climb:
    The gradient's against her, but she's on time.
    Past cotton-grass and moorland boulder
    Shovelling white steam over her shoulder,
    Snorting noisily as she passes
    Silent miles of wind-bent grasses
    Birds turn their heads as she approaches,
    Stare from the bushes at her blank-faced coaches.
    Sheep-dogs cannot turn her course;
    They slumber on with paws across.
    In the farm she passes no one wakes,
    But a jug in the bedroom gently shakes.

    Dawn freshens. Her climb is done.
    Down towards Glasgow she descends
    Towards the steam tugs yelping down the glade of cranes,
    Towards the fields of apparatus, the furnaces
    Set on the dark plain like gigantic chessmen.
    All Scotland waits for her:
    In the dark glens, beside the pale-green sea lochs
    Men long for news.

    Letters of thanks, letters from banks,
    Letters of joy from the girl and the boy,
    Receipted bills and invitations
    To inspect new stock or visit relations,
    And applications for situations
    And timid lovers' declarations
    And gossip, gossip from all the nations,
    News circumstantial, news financial,
    Letters with holiday snaps to enlarge in,
    Letters with faces scrawled in the margin,
    Letters from uncles, cousins, and aunts,
    Letters to Scotland from the South of France,
    Letters of condolence to Highlands and Lowlands
    Notes from overseas to Hebrides
    Written on paper of every hue,
    The pink, the violet, the white and the blue,
    The chatty, the catty, the boring, adoring,
    The cold and official and the heart's outpouring,
    Clever, stupid, short and long,
    The typed and the printed and the spelt all wrong.

    Thousands are still asleep
    Dreaming of terrifying monsters,
    Or of friendly tea beside the band at Cranston's or Crawford's:
    Asleep in working Glasgow, asleep in well-set Edinburgh,
    Asleep in granite Aberdeen,
    They continue their dreams,
    And shall wake soon and long for letters,
    And none will hear the postman's knock
    Without a quickening of the heart,
    For who can bear to feel himself forgotten?

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  • Doggy Styles
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    Originally posted by NervousRexx View Post
    I can imagine!

    There must be a more suitable, train related, web portal for aspiring poets.
    I particularly enjoyed Night Train by W. H. Auden. I believe a version of it was used in a TV advertisement for the Post Office, or possibly for British Rail as it was then.

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  • NervousRexx
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    Originally posted by Doggy Styles View Post
    Indeed, many have been tickled pink by a post delivered by Gricer.
    I can imagine!

    There must be a more suitable, train related, web portal for aspiring poets.

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  • Doggy Styles
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    Originally posted by Bunk View Post
    They always are when Gricer is involved
    Indeed, many have been tickled pink by a post delivered by Gricer.

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  • Bunk
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    Originally posted by NervousRexx View Post
    Doggy seems to be referring to the architecture.

    Quite a random thread.
    They always are when Gricer is involved

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  • NervousRexx
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    Originally posted by Doggy Styles View Post
    La Gare du Nord's architecture had no character at all, just swathes of concrete.

    I think character is important in a station, don't you?
    Doggy seems to be referring to the architecture.

    Quite a random thread.

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  • gricerboy
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    Originally posted by DAG View Post
    I don't understand this response
    Doggy said he liked character in a station so I posted a pic of (a) character in a station for him. That's all.

    Originally posted by DAG View Post
    Was this just a fishing trip so you could abuse responders?
    Abuse? Now I'm confused

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  • DAG
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    Originally posted by gricerboy View Post
    Yes, quite...

    I don't understand this response

    The responder is a trainspotter for this but you're cool for posting a poem

    Was this just a fishing trip so you could abuse responders?

    Hey ho, whatever floats your boat I guess ........

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  • gricerboy
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    Originally posted by Doggy Styles View Post
    I think character is important in a station, don't you?
    Yes, quite...

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  • Doggy Styles
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    Is that your own composition Gricer? Very good, very cosmopolitan.

    I've travelled from both La Gare de Saint Lazare and La Gare du Nord, and architecture-wise it was a little like comparing St Pancras and Euston. From what I recall, and it was several years ago now, La Gare du Nord's architecture had no character at all, just swathes of concrete.

    I think character is important in a station, don't you?

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  • gricerboy
    started a topic The Train Stations of Paris

    The Train Stations of Paris

    A bunk aboard a wagon lit
    Carries us northwards from the sea
    In bedside glasses dentures clink
    La Gare de Lyon in a blink!

    To the left bank of the Seine,
    Time to catch another train,
    Not from here! This is Austerlitz!
    Where Hun heads south to tan his bits

    Next to La Gare de Montparnasse
    Another journey somewhat crass
    From here the trains head only west
    Perhaps we need La Gare de l'Est?

    Then, at La Gare de Saint Lazare,
    A situation quite bizarre;
    Says the porter, "Oh my Lord!"
    "You two need La Gare du Nord"

    "There the train leaves tout de suite"
    "Don't forget to book a seat"
    "Onwards to the fair Boo-lonya"
    "Farewell, don't get any onya!"

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