Writing rhymes for strangers on any subject they choose – as featured on BBC Radio 4 Aware that poetry isn' t a proper job, Rowan McCabe decided to turn it into one by becoming the world' s first door-to-door poet. Knocking on strangers' doors, he asked what was important to them, then went away and wrote a poem about it, free of charge, which he brought back and performed on their doorstep. Ignoring the advice of friends and a local police officer, he took the project to the deprived Byker Wall estate in Newcastle upon Tyne. Nobody punched him in the face. Emboldened, he set out on a tour of England, knocking on the doors of Moss Side in Manchester, Jaywick in Essex, the remote island of Lundy and Buckingham Palace. The Door-to-Door Poet is his funny, uplifting account of that journey. Through a series of such encounters, McCabe shines a light on a range of English communities, as he explores what is important to us today. Written with the humour of Bill Bryson, plus a touch of Louis Theroux, the story is punctuated by his own poetry. This is a warm and charming portrayal of England today.
The door to door poet, Rowan McCabe, is my cousin’s stepson, although we’ve only met once for about 5 minutes. I felt the poetry was uneven, understandably so as it is written within a week or so of meeting the recipient on their doorstep, but the observation in the prose exceptional. The book mainly recounts the author’s adventures touring the UK (and Ireland - he visits Limerick and is disappointed by the locals who either don’t know or shrug at their association with the poetic form named after it) and the various people he meets along the way. Among many other places he visits the poorest area (Jaywick in Essex) and the richest (Mayfair, London) and listens carefully to what the residents tell him about their lives. A work of modest exuberance and joy if that doesn’t sound contradictory. I loved it.
This is a gentle book with a rather slow pace, perfect for relaxing. I enjoyed reading it.
An interesting aspect for me was the way that Rowan grew with his travels. He began with an almost childlike naivety that developed into a great effort to keep an open mind and meet people where he found them. He expressed a deep gratitude for the people he met.
Not sure why this is marked as unpublished as the copy I read came from my local library. I enjoyed it for the most part. I'm not sure how I'd have felt answering the door to the a complete stranger reciting poetry, but the concept was certainly intriguing. The story isn't always recounted in a linear way, with the author pulling out of the bag places he'd visited previously. And it took me a little while to become invested in his project. The later chapters where he visits a hospice and refuge centre resonated most for me. The author's target was thirty people and poems, but only a selection are recorded in this volume. The account of the final days before lockdown in 2020 was moving and I found myself reflecting on my own experiences. I don't read much poetry, but I found this collection very accessible and unpretentious.