Edgelands….. the land that is neither city nor countryside, but somewhere in between. Container yards, business parks, scrapyards, electricity substations, mobile phone masts, business parks, big sheds, landfill sites – you know it when you see it. There’s a strange beauty about these places; often they're a haven for wildlife too. The foremost poets of the edgelands are Paul Farley and Michael Symmons. Their book Edgelands - Journeys Into England’s New Wilderness is a masterpiece. This is an excerpt discussing mobile phone masts:
“Here’s an edgelands spiritual exercise. Head for the scrubland outside Big Storage or the B & Q Warehouse, where the pallets rise like a fortress over the razor-wire fence. Stand like a latter-day St. Sebastian, and open yourself to the multiple text messages, wireless emails and mobile phone calls cutting through you. Sift through the trivia, the cold calls and spam, until you reach the desperate evocations of love, loss, fear. Listen to them whisper as they pass through you. Take on the cares of the world.”