KING'S CROSS POETRY

Men can see nothing around them that is not their own image; everything speaks to them of themselves. Their very landscape is alive.

As a prelude to a substantial post on the undead space of the King's Cross Central development site, which should be online sometime next week, let's celebrate the 40th anniversary of 1968 by reminding ourselves that still our urban landscapes impose themselves upon us, rather than letting us find our own reflections in them, and still pissed-off people create poetry on walls in protest. The skeletal streets just north of St Pancras - Battle Bridge Road, Cheney Road, Wellers Court, Clarence Passage - have a proud tradition of graffiti and wall-paintings. These few lines, written carefully on the wall of Battle Bridge Road last week, are a welcome addition.

UNDEAD KING'S CROSS