Very interesting, Charlie. I'm glad you know of John Clare; I guess I was thinking, 'Don't type that:nobody will know who you're on about.' His nature poetry is just beautiful and naturally expressive. I saw his notebooks and manuscripts which have absolutely no punctuation whatsoever. Unrequited love and the Enclosure Acts did for him but the poetry from his stay at the mental hospital in Northampton is strikingly beautiful. 'I Am' is probably the most famous example.
A play about the miner's strike would be interesting. The school I worked at and that I've gone back to is in a pit village, Gedlng in Nottinghamshire. It used to be known as the pit school. The slag heap, now a wooded area and conservation park, well that's the plan, dominates the horizon. Poetic, I guess. I think many of the old mining families have moved away from the area now as, of course, the pit closed when Thatcher decided that she'd had enough crap from the lower orders. Children used to tell me about the divisions within families; I've heard these stories loads of times, especially the ones that end with, '...and they still don't speak to each other today.' Nottinghamshire gave birth to the UDM in 1984, as you know, so it became an area in which the rift between strikers and strike-breakers was intensified. The strike as a microcosm of class struggle is replete with possibilities for powerful drama along with the tragic human cost. I think it's a great idea. Keep at it, Charlie!