PH1 residency – week4

The second of my PH1 poems, written on a whiteboard
The second of my PH1 poems, written on a whiteboard at home

The initial period of the PH1 residency is now over, but the collaboration with Stevie and Clare looks to continue into next year, with the possibility of us doing some work with the Castle Museum, possibly for next Sept. I am also doing some small work for a combined PH1 residencies exhibition at the New School House Gallery in January.

 

My outputs for the residency so far include some visual work, which is on show at the New Schoolhouse Gallery until Christmas Eve. I didn’t get time to photograph any of it before it went to the gallery, so I will blog about it after Christmas. The other thing I did was write two poems (the first of which I blogged about earlier), which I presented at the residency closing event last Friday. I’m calling both of them drafts, and I’ll try and keep them in mind and keep working on them. The second one I have written on a white board at home (pictured), to remember it and play with it. It is a response to the theme of time and has the texts from the carousel in the Christmas market, which I blogged about earlier, and phrases from the book of Ecclesiastes as its main sources. My response to the whole residency has been to contrast the idea of time as change/progress, represented by the museum, with ideas of time as cyclical, or static, or with longer spans of time (e.g. geological time; time as registered by landscapes).

PH1 residency: week 2

In Coppergate Centre on Thursday, next to Stevie's Christmas decoration stall. I sketched passersby with  glue and glitter on luggage tags, put the time on the tag and hung it on the Christmas tree. One person was interested enough to take one.
In Coppergate Centre on Saturday, next to Stevie’s Christmas decoration stall. I sketched passers-by with glue and glitter on luggage tags, put the time on the tag and hung it on the Christmas tree.

On Thursday I went round the Christmas market in the centre of York, looking for interesting words, phrases and, especially, references to time. Earlier in the week I caught the first of Tom Dyckhof’s series on Radio 4 about how we are affected and manipulated by built spaces. Discussing shopping environments, particularly department stores and “malls without walls” (which is what the Coppergate Centre, where Stevie has been based, is), Dyckhof noted how shop and street designs deliberately subvert our sense of time, as well as of space. Shop interiors are designed to keep the visitor in the shop as long as possible by causing them to loose track of time (you never see clocks in large shop interiors). Streets in private malls are often designed to keep you moving (into the shops), on the other hand. When Stevie and I were in the Coppergate Centre, this seemed to be born-out by how much in a rush people were.

With this in mind, it was interesting to look at what references to time there might be around the Christmas market. Not surprisingly, most of the references were to an indeterminate nostalgic past (a past with no precise date): “The Good Old Days”; “Old English…”, “Historic York”. Even: “The Nostalgia Shop”. The only references to specific times I found were Auntie Annie’s fudge shop, which was established in 1966 (why does this matter?), and a bag bearing the legend, “Do not open till December 25th”.

There weren’t many time references, however. What surprised me was that references to places (specific, named places) greatly outnumbered references to time. This was epitomised by the Hot Sausage Co. stall, which was proudly emblazoned all around, in faux-Victorian style, with the names of all of the places where that company operates: Cambridge, Taunton, Exeter, Bath, Colchester, Bromley, Ipswich, York. Other examples include: “Yorkshire Blankets”; “Made in Yorkshire”; “Yorkshire Ales”; “Bottled beers from God’s own county [i.e. Yorkshire]”; “Bells of York”; “Fangfoss Pottery”; “Johnson’s of Wakefield”.

What these very specific place names signify, it seems, are not places at all, but (in a disguised form) the same indeterminate time as, “The Good Old Days”. It’s also linked to the word ‘the’, which prefixes a lot of the business names: The Hot Sausage Co. Like there’s only one. What I think it harks back to is a putatively simpler age of stable enterprises, stable reputations and stable lives, where everybody knew everybody and there might, in fact, only be one sausage stall in Taunton, which everybody knows. Say “Johnsons of Wakefield”, and everybody knows what you mean: Johnson’s of Wakefield, like Tellson’s Bank in A Tale of Two Cities might have been the resort of choice of those with discernment for blankets, or fudge (or whatever the heck) for generations going back into the mists of prehistory. Your grandmother’s lace tablecloth (the same one you still use) might have come from Johnson’s of Wakefield, and exactly the same item might be for sale on their mahogany shelves this very day. Why it matters that a sausage stall the same as this one also operates in Taunton, and a list of other places, is that, in this nostalgia-world, spatial travel is relatively difficult, even rare, and imparts kudos to those who can transcend place. At the same time, time travel is easy, or unnecessary, as nothing ever actually changes.

All of this seemed to be summed up by: “Warrington & Sons Present for your Pleasure His Old English Galloping Horses Suitable for Young & Old” – emblazoned round the Victorian carousel in St. Sampson’s Square. Warrington (a place!) had painted a series of light-hearted mottoes around his carousel as well: “What goes around comes around”; “100 years of fun”; “Memories are made of this”; “Galloping all over the world”; “Warrington rides again”. Time is rendered cyclical; not really time at all, but stasis: what goes around comes around. Time stopped in the Victorian era and no shopper has ever left the market.

PH1 residency: week 1

I am taking part in the PH1 residency project run by the New School House Gallery, York, as a satellite artist to Stevie Ronnie, between 24 Nov. and 19 Dec. More about the project here.

 

The project, for me, is about trying something different. Stevie, a writer/artist, has already challenged me to write a ten line poem, based on some little books of collected words and phrases I made about ten years ago (which I wrote about in this blog post). One of the discussions we have already had was around the value of continually expanding the set of skills and experiences you can call on as an artist, so, in that spirit (and not having attempted to write a poem since I was a wee student living in Glasgow), here is my poem. Or at least, a work-in-progress, since a poem is never really finished and I think Stevie is going to tell me about some techniques for developing a poem. So it’s maybe more of a raw lump than a poem; material to work on. The images, words and some phrases come from the little books I did.

 

Walking Away

 

Sagging shoulders passing through

This body

This abbey

Of brick pits wine bottles ammo

Drums

Boots emblems tyres chairs,

Red rain burning pale trees

And pale earth.

Heavy going in long lines

In the early winter mud past this tree?