Making Memories, Gallery Oldham
A question we keep running into is how to make writing or art exercises that are accessible to many folks, without being hopelessly dumbed down.
A question we keep running into is how to make writing or art exercises that are accessible to many folks, without being hopelessly dumbed down.
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There are many variations on cut-uppery in our workshops; usually somebody will write down people's reminiscences about a particular subject and then cut them up into individual lines. The participant then arranges those lines in whatever order they like. Once the order has been decided, however wild and random (ah, Saint William, delinquent angel!) the lines are sellotaped down onto paper.
For the group poem below, we took notes about people's reminiscences of holiday travel on the trams, omnibuses and seaside donkeys of yesteryear. We also read out the poem Sea Fever by John Masefield, which was a set text in British schools, decades ago. The reminiscences were cut up into individual lines and intermixed with John Masefield's famous verses. The results were sometimes funny and sometimes eerily lovely. They started pleasure and recognition in the makers and I hope they managed to put a little of their worldview onto a piece of paper.
Sea Fever (Variations)
I must go to the canal again
the
lonely canal and the sky
and a
grey mist on the river's face
and the
white sails go "bye bye"
and a
grey sky breaking
and the
wheel's kick
all over
the Isles
a boat in
the canal, a dog in the boat
Norfolk Broads and the wind's
song shaking
(Eunice
& Walter Mabey)
Benidorm,
Tenerife
I've done
my travelling
the
vagrant gypsy life
on coach and charabang
Oldham
Wakes, back when summer was proper
Blackpool every year
into
the sea and stay til night
I must go
again to the seas of 1973
£5 a passport
to the gull's way and the whale's way
(Alice)
to the holiday resorts
it is a
military operation, look for
the coach numbers
all the coaches in the Northwest
converge
wheels and the wind song and white
sails on the M62
where the wind's
like a whetted knife
follow the metal on the lines
the clattering tram
they've knocked that bridge down
(Stephen Cullum)
out into the gloom
it swings and
batters
you never saw it you see, the sea
sundering waves lost and gone
with the "owd trams"
from Oldham Brewery
by boat, get a coach
go to Germany first, then Austria
then Poland
and the stars and storms
(Molly)
illuminations
I think "very nice"
and all I ask is a windy day,
clouds flying
a trip to the lightshow, very nice
and the flung spray and blown spume
and the sea-gulls
a shaking movement
and quiet sleep
and a sweet dream
when the long trick's over
Anne
Jan 2014
Oldham