I made the virtual acquaintance of a poet the other day.
Adam Leather is a landscape poet who has led a life of exploration and immersion in places of wild solitude where nature has its most compelling message to the obligation of humility with understanding in man.
His stuff is atmospheric. Windswept/sun-kissed/vivid. In short? Reading his stuff felt kinda like watching a movie. The atmospherics are there. And he deploys a serial story-telling motif format in his platform, alongside epic photographs and snap-shots of love and beauty.
Movie-Viral Presents: ADAM LEATHER! Take it away, Sir..
(ps would LOVE to do the audio versions of this? Just a thought).
Brought up in Yorkshire, England, swarming the crags in the Dales, its limestone landscapes and sliding variety of big skies, his youth was also filled with holidays in the Western Highlands and outlooks to Skye. A life of real mountain adventure continued with exploits in Norway and the high Alps centred on ski-race training and his love of climbing in Zermatt.
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.”