Wednesday, 20 September 2017

Postcards from Cardiff




Memories from the places on the postcard, each chopped up from the original text in my notebook in the same way.
Spoken word - the text plus an alphabetical poem...
and a Link to document the text & process



Tuesday, 19 September 2017

Spring dreams huffing 1, 2, 3 & 4




from a diary of travelling back and forth from west Cymru to Caerdydd - and a brief trip to Anglesey/ Ynys Môn
Picking first words of lines: punctuating making a poem 1, listing the words found alphabetically 2, making a poem from the alphabetical list 3, arranging the lines of 1 alphabetically 4 ....then reading it...

LINK to PDF of text parts 1, 3 & 4


 
click to see the above image larger - to see the sound - it will only format itself as this small or spilling over the boundaries of the "page" - as sound does...
 
Part 2 in a grid
back and forth. grid - rooms, corridors, streets, building, space, urban. organised. blocks.
 
 
 
Along side Spring Dreams Huffing sits Light Full and Pieces from Glass Clouds - taken from the same diary, the second words of each line... I have recorded Parts 1 & 3


Friday, 9 June 2017

the title is in here, somewhere // mae'r teitl yn fan hyn, yn rhywle


 
 
 
Cymraeg & English...translation...bilingualism...how to melt the two languages, how to make something that is not a direct translation - always two lines of either/or; not to split it. I am not a fluent speaker of Cymraeg - I get by. My Grandad spoke it, he learnt it as a boy when he ran away from Cardiff and ended up on a farm in Treletert, Sir Benfro. The language is around me where I live. Some words or phrases are so embedded that I know I don't translate them.
I have learnt from my collecting of plants names in English and the Brythonic languages [and the scientific names], that I can flounder over a noun, a name, when I look at a plant with so many names in my head - cat got your tongue?...fur in the throat?... 
 
I can't do it, the thing that I want - some things just can't occupy the same space at the same time and be clear, be understood, be read.
 
 
But...Howard Gardens the art school - the Cardiff School of art, the Howard Garden's campus of South Glamorgan Institute of Higher Education, of UWIC...that was there and isn't now, and the empty space is filled with new rooms, corridors, stairwells, my memory overlays what was with what is. The impossibility of walking the corridors of my memory, of touching the plastic covered handrails of stair rails, of wedging myself up by the ceiling of the lift...
 

 
 
black & white photo: Dave Daggers, Cardiff/Caerdydd