Alden Carrow's Poetry Podcast

Nothing Here Is Lost, It Is Only Changing State: Shelley's Cloud, Wainwright's Beloved Haystacks, and Writing the Landscape You Want to Become

On a fell above Buttermere, a mountain is quietly coming apart. This is Haystacks — Alfred Wainwright's favourite fell in all of Lakeland, the one he asked to be scattered upon when he died. In 1991, near the tarn called Innominate, he was. In this episode, Alden Carrow asks a question that follows every walker eventually: is anything ever truly lost, or does it only change its form? The guest poem is Percy Bysshe Shelley's "The Cloud" (1820), spoken by the cloud itself — a being that dissolves into rain and reforms out of the blue, endlessly, and refuses to call any of it dying. I change, but I cannot die. Alden then reads his own poem, "Haystacks," an unflinching portrait of volcanic rock fractured by ten thousand winters, a rusted tramway gone to ghost, and a walker standing at the rim, staring into the cloud's white core. The episode closes with a discussion on writing the landscape you want to become part of — what changes when a poet writes a place not as a visitor, but as somewhere they intend to belong to completely, even after death. Competition Email your guest poem suggestion to aldencarrow78@gmail.com to enter the draw for a signed copy of Cumbria In Verse — Lakes To Fells In Poetry, sent to you by hand. New episodes every Wednesday at 6am. Slow down. Listen closely. Nothing here is lost. It is only changing state.

The Silence Here Is Not Peace, It Is Exhaustion: Coleridge's Work Without Hope, the Iron Town of Cleator Moor, and What Remains When the Work Is Gone

Some towns are built to do one thing. Cleator Moor was built to dig iron. Beneath this small West Cumbrian town runs hematite — the rich red ore that, in the nineteenth century, turned a quiet rural settlement into a boom town almost overnight, so busy and so Irish it was known for a time as "Little Ireland." Then the ore ran out. The mines were capped. The work was shipped to the coast and never came back. What's left is a town in the long quiet afterwards — and as Alden Carrow discovered, walking its emptied square, the silence here is not peace. It is exhaustion. In this episode, we ask one of the hardest questions a poet can face: what is left of a place when the work that built it is gone — and the world has simply finished with it? The guest poem is Samuel Taylor Coleridge's "Work Without Hope" (1825), a short, devastating sonnet from the end of his life. While all of nature labours through the spring — the bees stirring, the birds on the wing — the poet alone stands idle, unable to work and unable to hope. Work without hope draws nectar in a sieve, he writes, and hope without an object cannot live. It is the inner experience of lost purpose, set down in fourteen unforgettable lines. Alden then reads his own poem, "Cleator Moor," an unflinching portrait of an iron town hollowed out and waiting — its bronze statues weathering in the damp, the field creeping back into the gaps where the houses stood, the whole place a hard shell waiting for the turf to close overhead. The episode closes with a discussion for every writer and reader: how to write about loss without consoling it falsely — and why bearing witness to a place the world has abandoned is itself an act of respect, and perhaps of love. Competition Email your guest poem suggestion to aldencarrow78@gmail.com to enter the draw for a personally signed copy of Cumbria In Verse — Lakes To Fells In Poetry, sent to you by hand. The next guest poem will come from one of you. New episodes every Wednesday at 6am. Slow down. Listen closely. There is poetry to be found. When the work is gone, what is left is not peace. It is waiting.

The Brass Was Played by Coal-Black Hands: Elizabeth Barrett Browning's Cry of the Children, Camborne, and the Cost of the Work

Beneath the streets of Camborne, the engines once roared. This was the capital of the Cornish mining world — the town of Richard Trevithick and the Camborne School of Mines, whose engineers sank shafts on every continent on earth. A place that genuinely changed the world. And a place that paid for it, in lungs full of dust and lives cut short in the dark. In this episode, Alden Carrow asks one of the hardest questions a poet can face: how do we honour the work a place did, without forgetting what that work cost the people who did it? The guest poem is Elizabeth Barrett Browning's "The Cry of the Children" (1843) — one of the most powerful protest poems of the Victorian age. Written after Barrett Browning read the parliamentary reports on child labour in Britain's mines and mills, it was poetry as intervention: an act aimed directly at the conscience of a nation that was letting children of five and six die underground. The child's sob in the silence, she wrote, curses deeper than the strong man in his wrath. Alden then reads his own poem, "Camborne," a defiant portrait of a Cornish mining town that refuses to be reduced to its decline. The beam engine still stands. The brass band still plays on the green. A town of brass and coal-black hands — where the same hands that played the cornet on Sunday were black with the work that would shorten the life attached to them. Joy and cost, held in a single breath. The episode closes with a discussion every writer and reader will recognise: how to write about labour and hardship without romanticising it into heritage, or reducing it to nothing but misery. Why the pride and the price are not two subjects, but one. Competition Email your guest poem suggestion to aldencarrow78@gmail.com to enter the draw for a personally signed copy of Cornwall In Verse — Tide To Tor In Poetry, sent to you by hand. The next guest poem will come from one of you. New episodes every Wednesday at 6am. Slow down. Listen closely. There is poetry to be found. To honour the work, we must also remember what it cost.

A Place Does Not Die When Its Work Ends. It Dies When It Forgets How to Begin Again. — Goldsmith's Deserted Village, the Cornish Town of Callington, and What We Lose When the Work Leaves

In 1770, Oliver Goldsmith stood in the ruins of a village and wrote its elegy. The mill was silent. The brook was choked with weeds. The people were gone — driven off their own land so a wealthy man could enlarge his private park. Ill fares the land, Goldsmith warned, to hastening ills a prey, where wealth accumulates, and men decay. He was describing one English village. He could have been describing half of Britain. In this episode, Alden Carrow asks the question every struggling town in these islands eventually faces: what happens to a place when the work that built it is gone? The guest poem is Oliver Goldsmith's "The Deserted Village" (1770) — one of the great laments in English poetry, written as the Enclosure Acts emptied the countryside and erased a whole way of life. A poem about what we lose when a community is robbed of its purpose, and never allowed to begin again. Alden then reads his own poem, "Callington," a portrait of a Cornish market town that faced the same ending — and refused it. Beneath Kit Hill, where the copper and tin mines once roared, the orchards now grow. The chapel spire and the miner's past still echo in the granite, but the town did not become a ruin. It became something new. A town that holds the old and new, in morning mist and evening hue. The episode closes with a discussion for anyone who has ever loved a place that has changed: how a poet reads a landscape that carries a working past beneath a pastoral present. Why every rolling hill is a record of labour. Why a living town is more like a garden than a museum. And why beginning again is not the same as forgetting. Competition Email your guest poem suggestion to aldencarrow78@gmail.com to enter the draw for a personally signed copy of Cornwall In Verse — Tide To Tor In Poetry, sent to you by hand. The next guest poem will come from one of you. New episodes every Wednesday at 6am. Slow down. Listen closely. There is poetry to be found. A place does not die when its work ends. It dies when it forgets how to begin again.

Some Places Are Not Weathered. They Are Practised. — Byron's Apostrophe to the Ocean, the Cornish Coast at Bude, and What Small Towns Know That Cities Forgot

In the autumn of 1817, exiled from England and on the run from a continent's worth of scandal, Lord Byron sat at a desk above the Adriatic and addressed the sea. Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll! He had watched his reputation collapse, his marriage break, and a society close its doors against him. And in the ocean he found, with something close to relief, a force that had noticed none of it — a force that could not be broken in turn. In this episode, Alden Carrow explores an idea that has sharpened over years of walking the Cornish coast: some places are not weathered. They are practised. The guest poem is Lord Byron's "Apostrophe to the Ocean," the closing movement of Childe Harold's Pilgrimage (1818) — by common consent the greatest sea-poetry the Romantic movement produced. Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage: all gone, while the ocean stands unchanged. Man marks the earth with ruin, Byron writes, his control stops with the shore. A wild, almost mocking meditation on the futility of human pretension against something genuinely vast and genuinely indifferent. Alden then reads his own poem, "Bude," a portrait of a north-Cornish town that has made an art of leaning into the gale. Where the breakers crash on Summerleaze and the sea pool is carved in stone and tide, a small community has practised something the rest of England has forgotten: how to stand at the edge, and find joy there. A town that leans into the gale, and finds its strength in every tale. The episode closes with a discussion of the poetry of community — what small coastal towns actually do that great cities have forgotten. The rhythm of shared survival. The visibility of the individual. Why there is no poetry in convenience, and why resilience is not about being untouchable but about being touchable, vulnerable to the elements and to each other, and finding strength in that shared state. Competition Email your guest poem suggestion to aldencarrow78@gmail.com to enter the draw for a personally signed copy of Cornwall In Verse — Tide To Tor In Poetry, sent to you by hand. The next guest poem will come from one of you. New episodes every Wednesday at 6am. Slow down. Listen closely. There is poetry to be found. Some places are not weathered. They are practised.