I began the Glastonbury William Blake Festival with an event in Glastonbury Abbey where I recited some strange words by the poet concerning King Arthur, who is, of course, supposedly buried there.
It felt like an interesting combination that has possibly never been done before. The intention was to provoke poetic mystical sensibilities rather than suggesting yet another theory about the historical Arthur. I am very happy with how it all went and the manner in which it served to open the portal to a remarkable three days.
