Extracts from memoirs and diariesby Ian Irvine / June 16, 2016 / Leave a comment
Published in July 2016 issue of Prospect Magazine
In 1922, Wyndham Lewis, the novelist and painter, recalls the wedding of the poet Roy Campbell:
“It was in the Old ‘Harlequin’ night-cafe in Beak Street. He married the very beautiful Miss Garman. The marriage-feast was a distinguished gathering, if you are prepared to admit distinction to the Bohemian, for it was almost gipsy in its freedom from the conventional restraints. It occurred in a room upstairs. In the middle of it Campbell and his bride retired. The guests then became quarrelsome. Jacob Kramer and Augustus John were neighbours at table and I noticed that they were bickering. Kramer was a gigantic Polish Jew and he was showing John his left bicep. ‘I’m just as strong as you are John!’ he kept vociferating. John shrugged his shoulders and looked down… at his spoons.
“At this moment Roy Campbell entered in his pyjamas. There was a horrid hush. Someone had slipped out to acquaint Campbell with the fact of this threat to the peace.
“‘What’s this, Kramer?’ barked Roy. He pointed his hand at his guest and began wagging it about as if he might box his ears or chop him on the neck with it.