Attlee joins a distinguished tradition of writers reflecting about the state of
and the meaning of life on trains. Edward Thomas's Adlestrop, of course. Orwell
leaving England Wigan in a third-class carriage,
seeing a distraught working-class housewife, poking a blocked drain with a
stick. The ‘frail travelling
coincidence’ of the train journey that inspired Larkin's 'The Whitsun Weddings'.
Or Peter Readings’s long poem, Stet (1986):
'A cooling tower, scrap cars bashed into cubes,A preternaturally mauve canal.
… Cropped boys,
Aged about sixteen, manifest recruits'
Then there is Frances Cornford's 'To a fat woman seen from the train': 'O fat white woman whom nobody loves ...' - which begs the question, how did she know that nobody loved her?
Anyway, I urge you to check out Attlee's blog about the project at
Mundane quote for the day: ‘Do you remember the five-thirty from Paddington? What a dear old train it was.’ - Siegfried Sassoon, Memoirs of a Fox-Hunting Man