Lost poem in the Lost City
Olivia Cole 5:24pm
Who painted over Waterloo’s best loved work of public art? Ten years ago, poet and art critic Sue Hubbard, was commissioned by the Poetry Society and the BFI to decorate the tunnel that leads from Waterloo to the Imax cinema. She duly did so with a poem about Eurydice, the mythical heroine imprisoned underground in the underworld. This was very apt as commuters made their way through the tunnel, and suddenly emerged into the light.
On passing by recently, Hubbard was understandably upset to discover that the mosaics of her words have been...
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