AUTUMN TERM / 2
INTERTEXTUALITY / PROJECT DEVELOPMENT
PROJECT DEVELOPMENT
Working from a text
I have attached a couple of texts here from my own project development process as well as links to other texts.
Mike's text
These texts are generally written to drive my own visual work and have never been included in any presentation of an artwork - but I'm very pleased to include them here to show you my own process. I sometimes write in prose and sometime in notational form, more like a stream of consciousness.
Links to poetry
I have also included here links to poetry websites. Of course if you have your own references or meaningful texts you wish to work from then of course that's for you to develop.
What to do:
For week 2 please prepare a text of your own. This can be in your sketchbook or on paper that can be stuck into your sketchbook.
This is just for your reference.
Mike's texts
Bible Black
Blackpool, Bible Black, walking streets, electric lines, the right side, the wrong side, the criss-crossing tram tracks, a twisted route to the fun fair, the rollercoaster, the ghost train of frightening memorials.
Not a formal learning, a truancy, wagging it, a walk from home to the wurlitzer in the morning sun and the warmth of memories of family visits to Blackpool.
With 10 pence to spend, a snack, a drink or a gamble on the arcade - of course, double your money.
The game, not complicated, smack the cue ball as hard as you can, scatter the coins out of the white drawn circle - snacks and drinks all afternoon…a little miscue!
In a split second with his back turned I quickly shove the pennies with the unchalked stick out of the circle.
He's got eyes in the back of his head - ‘clear off, get out of here’, I feel criminal - heart beats louder than the clatter of the Blackpool Pleasure Beach.
The Searchers
'I know love, I know - can anybody take Eileen?' /
Stage like a magistrates court /
Prestwich Spiritualist Church /
cold evening /
five bar fire /
tea and custard creams at the end, only a few stay /
could have stayed in and watched Poldark /
but he has a good reputation /
no one came through for us /
I knew an Alice but still on this side not in the spirit world - no chance of putting hand up anyway /
it's a comfort /
kind people /
a sadness in the air /
a belief / a curiosity /
hats, scarves, pleasantries /
cold out /
at least not raining
/ drive back to auntie Lanes (Elaine's) /
the fur /
the old fashioned hat close to a fascinator /
the drive /
cold breath in the air /
The Midweek 4 O’Clock Wedding
About an hour to get from the school gate to the front door, 26 Eastbourne Grove, either the long walk or 2 buses, one into town and one out, either way about the same time.
On the top deck - for the view, a great place to watch unseen, from the gods, lives ticking along. 10 minutes from home heading up Chorley Old Road, following the never ending rows of back-to-back houses the bus slows down for a drop off and a pick up at the St Luke's stop.
As we come to a halt the ticking stops - the bride and groom step through the St Luke's arch, they don't see the 501 blocking their light. The white dress, so very white against the dusty stone of the church walls darkened by the churning mill smoke.
Nearly home but here we are uninvited at the midweek 4 o’clock wedding. A clash of moments, of register, a small insignificant everyday, the top deck, a daydream drift versus a monumental, all dressed up, life changing event.
The pathos weighs heavily between the dark stone, the pristine dress, the bus stop, the smell of diesel the gorping school kids, the day of the week, the time of the day, the juxtapositions. Everyone else is winding down, the day is over, a work day, a school day, another day. For them the culmination, the actual moment has arrived, is here and is now.
The bus pulls away, I thank God they seem not to have noticed us.
Poetry of the land
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Clare Shaw / Carbon Landscape Poet in Residence for Lancashire Wildlife Trust / reading 6 poems
Clare Shaw and Helen Mort in conversation at the Manchester Literature Festival
6 POEMS
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The Story of the Carbon Landscape
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The Healing of Little Woolden Moss
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Brown Hare
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How to Open a Door to a Secret World
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Lockdown in Wigan and Leigh
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What Caishead Taught Me About Love