-->Went good. Crowd participation in non-invasive ways. Solid readings from everyone and a greater variety of writing and performance styles. Once Huw gets that noise onto disc we'll get it to the folks in London and start having some Content for When the Site Goes Live.
Thoroughly satisfying as my last curated event in Swansea, provided you don't count the going-away-type-event that I've scheduled so that people can't give me grief for not telling them exactly when I was leaving. I mean, it should be fun and everything, picnic and djs at Mozarts and lots of people (according to facebook-invite-responses) and stuff, but every minute I'm hanging out with people now is time I'm not finishing my packing.
If I feel like being a twat, I'm totally playing "wild horses."
Showing posts with label global poetry system. Show all posts
Showing posts with label global poetry system. Show all posts
Tuesday, 7 July 2009
Saturday, 9 May 2009
focus on the depth that was never there; eliminate what you can't repair.
Top Five Ways I Currently Find Myself Beginning Sentences
So dude, before I leave we have to. . .
Well, I'm going down to the library and then I'm. . .
So dude, Future of the Left put a bunch of new songs up on their myspace and. . .
Well if I knew where I was going to be for the next year or so I'd have sought out a proper publisher, but as is I decided. . .
Seattle, in the U.S., to study Creative and Media Writing down at the Uni. . .
Top Five Ways I Currently Find Myself Ending Sentences
. . . those done and if I have to ship off you'll(/they'll) have all the info to send to London when they need it.
. . . if not, probably by the end of June.
. . . really nice, yeah, the weather is the same and the people are friendly.
. . . maybe after work, if I'm not too tired.
. . . and its just like "DA-NAH-NAH-NAH NAH-WREE!" and I'm like "yeah, this rules." I think you'd really like it.
Seven One-Line Sentences That Make Up Really Frequent Responses, Queries or Admonitions*
I've got no credit on my phone so just call or e-mail me later.
Oh, that's really cool.
Can't, I have to work.
Nope, haven't heard anything yet.
Can't, I'm skint.
Nothing's wrong, I'm just really tired.
Didn't we decide this was a bad idea?
*frequently lies or half-truths to avoid the necessity of longer sentences.
So dude, before I leave we have to. . .
Well, I'm going down to the library and then I'm. . .
So dude, Future of the Left put a bunch of new songs up on their myspace and. . .
Well if I knew where I was going to be for the next year or so I'd have sought out a proper publisher, but as is I decided. . .
Seattle, in the U.S., to study Creative and Media Writing down at the Uni. . .
Top Five Ways I Currently Find Myself Ending Sentences
. . . those done and if I have to ship off you'll(/they'll) have all the info to send to London when they need it.
. . . if not, probably by the end of June.
. . . really nice, yeah, the weather is the same and the people are friendly.
. . . maybe after work, if I'm not too tired.
. . . and its just like "DA-NAH-NAH-NAH NAH-WREE!" and I'm like "yeah, this rules." I think you'd really like it.
Seven One-Line Sentences That Make Up Really Frequent Responses, Queries or Admonitions*
I've got no credit on my phone so just call or e-mail me later.
Oh, that's really cool.
Can't, I have to work.
Nope, haven't heard anything yet.
Can't, I'm skint.
Nothing's wrong, I'm just really tired.
Didn't we decide this was a bad idea?
*frequently lies or half-truths to avoid the necessity of longer sentences.
Monday, 30 March 2009
Doombar!
Friday morning at 6:15am I was rubbing sleep out my eyes and walking up High Street to the train station. After some unsuccessful attempts to withdraw money from a hole-in-the-wall (apparently £50 at 6am registers as suspicious for someone who usually only gets up to £20, and usually around 7pm) I got the London Paddington Train for 6:29. Or so I thought. Apparently that one left early, so I sat, half-awake, on a still train until 6:59.
I did a bit of editing on Ambition is Critical and then slept most of the way between Bridgend and Reading.
Ultimately, I made my way via tube to the Southbank Centre. I was a bit concerned about finding it in time, but luckily for me, most things with names like "The Royal Festival Hall" have huge-ass signs on the side of their buildings. This was no exception. As I was walking through the door to Function Room 3 I got a call from Lucy, the organiser asking if I'd made it okay. Movie-style timing.
I was there for the Pilot Meeting of the Global Poetry System. What is that? That's what I was there to find out. Long and short of it-- it'll be a web-based interactive poetry project. Sort of like Google Maps but with poetry. Perhaps a bit of Wiki thrown in. So, say you scroll over Swansea on the map and there are balloons that pop up with links to found poetry, videos of events, reader's musings on historical Swansea Poets. For example.
The project is very open ended and the brainchild of Southbank Centre Artist in Residence Lemn Sissay, who was incredibly warm and more than that, was able to talk about Poetry as a Vastly Important Part of Daily and Spiritual Life without sounding like a Big Fucking Hippie.
Which is very hard to do.
The enthusiasm was infectious and though the rest of the day was largely brainstorming with the other Project Partners from all over the UK, it felt just as much like some sort of odd mini-summercamp. The project is very adaptable; I feel it'll be important for Swansea to emphasize new events and generating new material; the guy from Abergavenny is planning his end around one particular poet of local renown, one of the Edinburgh ladies is specifically interested in upping visitorship and readership of libraries, Will from London is looking towards youth work and performance.
So what the Global Poetry System is will obviously evolve with time; but I find it exciting to be working with such a variety of people who are also excited about words and also excited about their own communities. It's huge.
Afters I checked out the Saison Poetry Library and I was supposed to meet Will (london) and Ryan (Scotland via Connecticut) at the bar at the British Film Institute, but I had to hit up a bank first. When I got back they weren't there; either they'd each shown up on their own when the others weren't there, thought "fuck it" and left (entirely possible) or I'd found the wrong British Film Institute bar (also possible.) As was, I sat outside drinking a pint of a cornish ale called Doombar (it was pretty good) and watched the Thames.
It was good. The part about not getting to meet up with anyone in London ended up okay; I caught the train back and read the first fifty pages of Infinite Jest, showed up at Rhod and Guppy's where the whole crew was watching a pirated version of The Curious Case of Benjamin Button.
It was alright.
I did a bit of editing on Ambition is Critical and then slept most of the way between Bridgend and Reading.
Ultimately, I made my way via tube to the Southbank Centre. I was a bit concerned about finding it in time, but luckily for me, most things with names like "The Royal Festival Hall" have huge-ass signs on the side of their buildings. This was no exception. As I was walking through the door to Function Room 3 I got a call from Lucy, the organiser asking if I'd made it okay. Movie-style timing.
I was there for the Pilot Meeting of the Global Poetry System. What is that? That's what I was there to find out. Long and short of it-- it'll be a web-based interactive poetry project. Sort of like Google Maps but with poetry. Perhaps a bit of Wiki thrown in. So, say you scroll over Swansea on the map and there are balloons that pop up with links to found poetry, videos of events, reader's musings on historical Swansea Poets. For example.
The project is very open ended and the brainchild of Southbank Centre Artist in Residence Lemn Sissay, who was incredibly warm and more than that, was able to talk about Poetry as a Vastly Important Part of Daily and Spiritual Life without sounding like a Big Fucking Hippie.
Which is very hard to do.
The enthusiasm was infectious and though the rest of the day was largely brainstorming with the other Project Partners from all over the UK, it felt just as much like some sort of odd mini-summercamp. The project is very adaptable; I feel it'll be important for Swansea to emphasize new events and generating new material; the guy from Abergavenny is planning his end around one particular poet of local renown, one of the Edinburgh ladies is specifically interested in upping visitorship and readership of libraries, Will from London is looking towards youth work and performance.
So what the Global Poetry System is will obviously evolve with time; but I find it exciting to be working with such a variety of people who are also excited about words and also excited about their own communities. It's huge.
Afters I checked out the Saison Poetry Library and I was supposed to meet Will (london) and Ryan (Scotland via Connecticut) at the bar at the British Film Institute, but I had to hit up a bank first. When I got back they weren't there; either they'd each shown up on their own when the others weren't there, thought "fuck it" and left (entirely possible) or I'd found the wrong British Film Institute bar (also possible.) As was, I sat outside drinking a pint of a cornish ale called Doombar (it was pretty good) and watched the Thames.
It was good. The part about not getting to meet up with anyone in London ended up okay; I caught the train back and read the first fifty pages of Infinite Jest, showed up at Rhod and Guppy's where the whole crew was watching a pirated version of The Curious Case of Benjamin Button.
It was alright.
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