It's all going on.....literally

St Ives literary festival is on and tomorrow I will be experiencing it for the first time. My two main reasons for being there is the 'Text Tent' starting at 5.30 which I believe will house under canvas an interesting mix of art based poetry and Sue Farmer's performance of John Harris's life and poetry put to song starting at 7pm at the Art's Cafe. As I'm also a keen songwriter and lyricist in the band 'Sound of Fable' this aspect of story telling to music holds a real fascination for me.
I shall be attempting to review these events next week.....and still I'm writing essay's...is the end in sight, I think a see a twinkling light....

May 21st the paints and clay come out and I will subject two beautifully sparse canvases to brush and knife whilst some wild jazz bounces off the walls......bliss..

Set amongst us again...the arousal of Jack Clemo

I have yet more joyful news regarding the conference on Jack Clemo....

 

             ...and here is the part where my good self is mentioned (so very proud)

Jack Clemo Exhibition

Wheal Martyn

Friday 31st May - 9th June (Opening Hours)

Peruse a variety of Clemo related artefacts. This exhibition gets to the heart of Clemo and his work and includes drawings of Clemo by Heather Spears, portraits by Lionel Miskin, his writing desk and typewriter, photos, letters, manuscripts and a Clemo-inspired installation by local artist Kyla Sidwell. This is the first time that all of these items have been exhibited together. Artefacts have been collated from the Jack Clemo Memorial Room, the University of Exeter Archive, the Royal Cornwall Museum and the Wheal Martyn Archive.

Entry will be free for conference attendees and the parts of the exhibition in the foyer of Wheal Martyn will be free for all. Access to exhibits displayed in the Wheal Martyn museum will be charged at the usual entry price.                                                                                                                                                                      

 

 

I am working on a new canvas piece especially for this exhibition whilst streaming out the words to finish my essays on deadline, 20th May. It is this Friday when I'll be donning the headphones again and sitting opposite the lovely Sue Farmer on Redruth Radio, expect at least one Clemo poem to be read aloud....and probably a couple of mine too...

Just had to mention my long hike today over to St Enodoc to see;

 

 John Betjemen's resting place,

 so feminine and full of grace,

open petalled, pretty church,

woven scrolls that sliver-search

 does my womanly eye behold

a book open and telling-told

 how my sex was once sold 

how art thou Bible bold

 

"Non, je ne regrette rien"......

I could say that all my pieces have been wrapped up and put away, to bed down, gather dust and maybe one day see the light again - when I have big walls and high ceilings...I did have a house like that once. But no - already one of my sculptures is sat in the White building at Truro College waiting to once more be scrutinised by the public. So I appeal to any body who just so happens to be at college next Thursday 25th  to stroll over to Tresillian building between 12.25 and 2.45 and have a look and a vote on what is displayed before you. All items on show follow the themes of equality, inclusion and diversity. The next piece to be separated from the mob is one I composed on canvas, this will be shown at the Wheal Martyn Museum May/June as part of the Jack Clemo conference.

I am having to go back on my word - and squash it back down to where it came from - the poems promised to be published on this blog from the exhibition will not be now. Reason: the many months drafting these poems will never be regained and I feel at some point I would like to submit them for future publishing and invite the rest of the minority of poetry lovers to read them. Placing them here on this white blank box will remove any right I have to say they are original pieces, I hope the photos don't give too much away. It is not to say that I will not be exposing new poems, short stories, and a whole host of other words that want to play, this blog is now born, it's alive and will have to be fed on a weekly basis.
I will be sat with the lovely Sue Farmer next Friday afternoon on Redruth Radio describing my experiences of the exhibition and thanking those of you that took the enlightened approach to poetry and many of the artistic mediums used: appreciate the work or its not worth getting out of bed..unless I use that as my next conceptual piece? It rings a bell though....

I would like to invite other people to send me poems to post, but not willy nilly! I would like to receive poems 'correspondant' style, any subject. So french to open, french to close...this always happens in spring...Brittany is calling...

Where have I been?

Well you might well ask! It has not all gone to plan regarding getting the public interacting here in my blog world....
Explanation - the Internet was down at the gallery so whilst I was there all day setting up the exhibition with my lovely assistant Ros I could not record events as they unfolded.
We made it on time and even had an hour for a quick break for food and lots of tea, then it was back to open up for the preview. In all honesty I didn't have the turn out hoped for but the people who did support the exhibition made the evening a joy, so thanks Sam, Phil, Luke, the couple from 'Whitemoor' and a great big thanks to Charlie and Dan Radcliffe for their support. But heh out there to all the artists from the press gallery - support the gallery, support the artists - we need to encourage a healthy creative community in St Austell and it starts with all the artists going that extra mile, or just a quick trip into town...'unison' is the key word.
So onwards to Redruth and now it is all installed in the libraries gallery and looking good. The space is fantastic, each piece can have its own area to settle and give the reader the room to contemplate. The dates now have been extended at the Cornish Studies Library to Thursday 11th April, and I shall be around for poem discussions whilst packing all the pieces up. In the meantime here are some shots from the galleries....

 

Just a mention to the great exhibition at 'Heartlands' from the John Harris Society, please go along to support this and see some fabulous contributions from the first years on the FdA English Studies course at Truro College.

 

 

 

 

 

Bind and Bound poem

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Radio Blah Blah.....

Did I feel like I talked a bit of nonsensical tripe on Friday afternoon? Interspersed with reading my poems out loud, which incidentally I believe I'm getting better at, some sensible and enlightening comments might have been made - thank goodness for Sue Farmer, what a lovely lady... I would though like to be able to gesture more in the future  when performing my poems which is impossible at the moment as I tend to become rigid like a board when reading my own work. Ah those memories of school, Shakespeare and John Keats's - apparently I murdered their words - stone dead, their souls wailing in the playground as my unaccomplished vocals grappled with pronunciation. Confidence, wine and good friends around me, that helps and on that theme I'm reminded of today's date - two days to go until opening. Its getting a little frayed at the edges (me?) but I am checking everything over and over again; you would think I was on the operations team for NASA, no clipboard though, back of hand is good enough...

I have been taking some sneaky shots of sections of my pieces as I work....so here they are...tempted?
Well you know where they'll be and everyone is welcome.

Next post will be live and throughout the day so lots of people will be contributing...interesting.....

Here it comes......

Like a freight train down the track! Yes it's count down time and that's seven days from tomorrow....
Today communication has suddenly burst back into life and slowly my mind is settling again. Set up dates and times for Cornish Studies Library are confirmed and I will be manning the gallery in St Austell on the Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday (25th - 27th March) for extra viewing time.
Many thanks to Martin and Amy from the 'White' building at Truro College for assisting me today, the easel is great!
Tomorrow I'm on Sue Farmer's show on Redruth Community Radio sometime between 3.15 - 4.30pm and I will be reading one of my exhibition poems live on air, and so the real exposure begins.

The latest flyer from 'The Old Press Gallery' is out....