It wasn’t meant to turn out this way, it just happened.
It started with the Rebecca West novel I picked up from a
bargain bin on impulse. The Return of the Soldier, written in 1918 is an
astonishing novella about love, war, sacrifice and decency. Read the Goodreads review here. I took it to London
to read during our week at Crystal
Palace . It must have been a subliminal buy because I
had always planned to visit the newly refurbished Imperial War Museum and in particular
the WW1 exhibition.
Normally I would avoid any glorification of war but as part
of the commemoration to the start of WW1 I submitted my granddad’s 1918 diary
to the BBC online resource. The diary
was the inspiration for my poem Scream In Dolce.
The museum is in Southwark in what used to be Bethlem Royal
Hospital also known as Bedlam Asylum
and was on the No3 bus route from Crystal
Palace . Perfect.
I was worried the IWM would be all bluster about our great
warriors, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. The museum pulled no punches in
its demonstrations of the futility of war.
Witnesses of War |
Other exhibits show twisted pieces of the Twin Tower ,
anti-Iraq War posters and a striking model called Beach Girl, showing the
charred carbon remains of an atomic bomb victim. It is intended to shock and it
works.
The WW11 section runs footage of the Normandy beach landings with commentary from
the men who were there as well as the whole story of the war.
The main event is the WW1 exhibition. It is free but time
ticketed for crowd control. This
section caters for everyone. As well as old fashioned factual information and
artefacts, phone interactive games for the young’uns, there are stylistic
installations where you can sit and absorb the enormity of what is going
on. One striking video rolls out the
slow disintegration of a field in Picardy ,
from pleasant poppy field to craters and eventually into a sea of mud.
The last video is the most powerful. As the visitor leaves
behind the destruction of WW1 there is a story of what happened next – after
the war. Aid to Germany , how borders changed and
countries reorganised themselves to build their futures. It ends with the final
frame - the words.
It was like a punch
in the stomach and brought tears to my eyes.
Well done to all involved in this wonderful museum.
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