Mrs Robinson Juergen ghebrezgiabiher


This is the BBC from London
It is with the greatest sorrow
that we make
the following announcement:

London Bridge is down

The first plans for London Bridge date back to the 1960s, before being refined in detail at the turn of the century. Since then, there have been meetings two or three times a year for the various actors involved (around a dozen government departments, the police, army, broadcasters and the Royal Parks) in Church House, Westminster, the Palace, or elsewhere in Whitehall. Participants described them to me as deeply civil and methodical. “Everyone around the world is looking to us to do this again perfectly,” said one, “and we will.” Plans are updated and old versions are destroyed. Arcane and highly specific knowledge is shared. It takes 28 minutes at a slow march from the doors of St James’s to the entrance of Westminster Hall. The coffin must have a false lid, to hold the crown jewels, with a rim at least three inches high.
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London poems. Stefano Guglielmin


London poems

 

Sad is his face like the face of a poet

a poet without a song 

Virginia Woolf

 

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The foxes are howling in the yard

while the barbarian shreds the tablecloth;

Mrs Dalloway finds her voice and says:

“Doesn’t life seem incredible?”

 

 

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There is no song, I know. But the body

sometimes talks on its own, likes mud

more than light and wiping out traces

makes it sick…

 

 

 

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Poetry means, here, stand still on the carousel,

bring yourself peace as your ship goes down.

 

 

 

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She asks if I like laughing

if dying young is worse.

 

She repeats the sentences twice

so laughing and dying

become just verbs for me to learn

 

 

 

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She says so many things in English;

sticking out her tongue, unraveling it:

her sex wouldn’t do any better.

 

 

 

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She lays down something that sounds

like the breathing of a sick heart;

she seems happy to have followers

in this enterprise.

 

 

Response Time Artes Mundi 6 Turner House Gallery


SCRIPTOGRAPHY PRODUCTIONS

We would like to invite you to come along on Thursday 11th December for a lunchtime performance at Turner House Gallery 1.05PM for the latest Response Time project.

What is Response Time?
Response Time is a performed response to art, space and environment working in art galleries and spaces that exhibit art. It began at the Gas Gallery in Aberystwyth and has since produced responses to Tim Shaw’s Black Smoke Rising at Aberystwyth Arts Centre and the Artes Mundi 6 at National Museum Wales.

Response Time challenges multi-disciplinary and cross art-form performance makers to respond to art in the form of live or digital performance in 48 hours. The focus on the project is providing young and emerging artists the opportunity to develop their performance skills and their practice alongside more experienced performance makers in a supportive and creative framework.

What will the performance be like?
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Dream song. John Berryman


Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.
After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,
we ourselves flash and yearn,
and moreover my mother told me as a boy
(repeatingly) ‘Ever to confess you’re bored
means you have no
Inner Resources.’ I conclude now I have no
inner resources, because I am heavy bored.
Peoples bore me,
literature bores me, especially great literature,
Henry bores me, with his plights & gripes
as bad as achilles,
who loves people and valiant art, which bores me.
And the tranquil hills, & gin, look like a drag
and somehow a dog
has taken itself & its tail considerably away
into mountains or sea or sky, leaving
behind: me, wag.