Theraputic Gardening with Richard Clare

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Organic gardening guru Richard Clare in conversation with Paul Conneally talks about allotments in the 21st century. How it’s not really about growing cheap food but more about lifestyle and gardening as therapy.
This was recorded during the preparation for Abundance in Richard’s greenhouse on his Sheffield allotment.
This was the greenhouse that played host to the poets who wrote Circle of Fire – the first renga ramble – and Richard was such a good host!

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Surveillance

'Surveillance' comes out of INVIGILATOR : DIGBETH the 5th in the INVIGILATOR series conceived by artists Paul Conneally, Nikki Pugh and Kev Ryan.

The poem is a direct transcript taken by Paul Conneally as he heard it of INVIGILATOR : DIGBETH participant artist Harry Palmer in the discussion workshop which formed part of INVIGILATOR : DIGBETH and took place after the Invigilators had returned to VIVID art gallery in the heart of Birmingham's Digbeth area.

The sound track is made from a snippet of Harry saying the word ' surveillance ' combined with the ambient sounds of the VIVID space that the artist led discussion was taking place in.

WARNING! The soundtrack of Surveillance contains backmasked material - hidden messages.

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Emotion Grids

Another aspect of Invigilator:Digbeth are the 'emotion grids' that participants were asked to fill in when at the work place. I spent some time last night looking at these and the accompanying emotional words list - a list of emotionally related words that participants could circle if they felt applied to them at the time - as many as they wanted to circle or not.

One group posted a filled in Emotion Grid through the letterbox of the building 'Good For Wood' (which sounds like a good title for a porno movie) and pasted another on the building itself.

Harry Palmer's Emotion Grid fell into the canal and floated off.

Those that I have been able to look at will I'm sure soon tell me something.

Invite Boredom

Listening to the Invigilator:Digbeth discussion I was struck by oblique and direct references to boredom - the gallery invigilator's job being referred to as sometimes boring.

When transposed to an outside space where the invigilator has to stand or sit and simply 'watch over' then the space and the action of simply watching over it sets up an interaction that is boring in such a way that it can transcend boredom if we let it... The space becoming bored of the invigilator throws up new facets new resonances between it and the 'watcher over' the 'invigilator'.

A couple of Invigilator:Digbeth participants said that they found the invigilating very zen like - another not at all - the invigilating passed-by with a contrived doing - a counting of and classification of vehicles passing through the invigilated space. Such actions are invoked by the space itself as it is watched over - after all it was only chance that the space invigilated happened to have cars passing through it - this counting this classifying borne out of the possibility of boredom.

"INVITE BOREDOM" - paul conneally 2008

invigilators - digbeth

invigilators
Originally uploaded by Nikki Pugh

Here's a picture that Nikki took of the Invigilators before they set off on their walk to work as part of Invigilator : Digbeth.

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Rolls Hot Rolls

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rolls
hot rolls

fresh

lean unfrozen

ground meat

one

case

regular Pepsi

one

case

orange drinks

rolls

hot rolls

Brown 'n' Serve

cans

of biscuits

(at least six)

hamburger buns

pickles potatoes

and onions

assorted

fresh fruits

cans of sauerkraut

wieners

at least three
bottles of milk

and 1/2 & 1/2
cream

thin

lean bacon

mustard

peanut
butter

fresh
hand-squeezed

cold orange juice

banana
pudding

to be made

each night

ingredients

for meat loaf

and sauce

brownies

to be made

each night

ice
cream

vanilla and chocolate

shredded coconut

fudge cookies
gum

Spearmint Doublemint

Juicy Fruit - three each

cigars

El Producto

Diamond Tips & Altas

cigarettes

Dristan

Super Anahist

Contac, Sucrets

(antibiotic red box)

Feenamint gum

matches

four to five

books

‘rolls hot rolls’ is a poem found by paul conneally in a shopping list at graceland

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Dreams of New Delhi

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Changing Faces

Tesco Alcohol and Young people

Changing Landscapes

Attended the launch of Changing Landscapes pamphlet yesterday in Kings Norton at the 3 Kings Cafe - this short video by Little Onion was also shown:
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Paul Finds Employment

Artist Joshua Sofaer gives poet / artist Paul Conneally a 1910 map of Sheffield and sends him out on the streets to find employment.

Kashiwa Sato

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Circle of Fire Reading

Circle of Fire Reading

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Circle of Fire Word Map

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A word map tracing the route of the Grow Sheffield / Off The Shelf Renga Ramble from Mushroom Lane (Weston Park Museum) to organic gardening guru Richard Clare's allotment on Crookes Quarry Allottments.

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The piece was conceived and led by artist / poets Anne-Marie Culhane and Paul Conneally and explores what happens when the renga process is taken from its normal 'one space' setting to travelling through an area stopping at various points to write, read and select the poems that go to form what became the 'A Circle of Fire' renga. This renga combined the walking/writing process with the one space process - the first 6 stanzas being written during the walk to the allotments where the last 6 stanzas were then written in situ.

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The renga form used is an adapted Junicho form - a 12 stanza renku form with the schema with its seasonal, moon and love positions written by Culhane & Conneally. The experience of writing a renga, keeping to schema, linking and shifting and walking through 'this place' from here to there is a very different experience to writing in one space one place and highlights how the environment the surroundings and people influence the writing process and how the writing - the renga process itself - transforms the space the place in which - and when renga rambling across - that - the poem is written.

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The walking through public space - in this case from a central city location through residential areas to Sheffields urban edge - and the stopping to write, read out loud and the master poet selecting the next stanza before moving on again - highlighted the performative aspect of the process of renga perhaps differently to when in one space where the process is still performative but different. A Circle of Fire embraced both with the last 6 stanzas written in a greenhouse on Richard Clare's allotment.

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Nine poets performed / made A Circle of Fire:

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Paul Conneally (master poet) Anne-Marie Culhane (host poet) Felicity Stout Nadine Wills Joseph Conneally Vanessa Senger Jenny Laird Andrea Allsopp Su Walker

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Click for link to Circle of Fire Full Text

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Grow Sheffield

renga haiku japan japanese haikai conneally & culhane

Circle of Fire

A Circle of Fire
a renga ramble
Weston Park Museum to Crookes Quarry Allotments

ABUNDANCE

Grow Sheffield

Abundance

Anne-Marie Cullhane

Steven Watts

Jo Salter

Grow Sheffield - Planter!

A participatory workshop supervised by Richard Clare from Sheffield’s Organic Food Initiative has improved the SOIL using locally-sourced organic matter (compost and leafmould) AND planted 30 locally-grown varieties of annuals, biennials and perennials that will make up a mixture of edible plants, culinary herbs and salads.It has been designed for sustainability, low maintenance, aesthetics and durability from the tall plants at the back to the creeping plants at the front.

The Quick Way

A twelve verse Junicho renga in the season of Summer, 16 June 2007
Barracks Lane Community Garden, Oxford

A black bucket
filled with redcurrants
making jelly the quick way

there are many reasons
to celebrate

the magistrate offers
a road safety course
instead of a fine

rail track closed
due to snow

my phone is full
of your messages
which one shall I erase?

on the horns of a dilemma
finding it difficult to rest

bent double
a pair of students seek mushrooms
lit by sunset

we bring my geraniums indoors
together

in the east end
a line of bulldozers
moves through an allotment

this is my home
I lie flat beneath a vast sky

by the light of the moon
a frog sings
in a puddle

rain drenches
buds and blossoms.


Anne-Marie Culhane (master poet)
Paul Conneally (host poet)
Catherine Naysmith
Oonagh Desire
Jo Salter
Dave Jones
Jenny Stanton
Anita Joice
Joseph Conneally
Colin May
Becky Didlick
Gaby Hock

The Hidden Gardens

Written by Alec Finlay and others
Renga Schema by Paul Conneally

Twenty-Four Hour Hyakuin Renga

Summer feet enter hover at varying heights above stone chippings murmur of children building bird boxes, we make warm verses hearing aid feedback cymbal sounds go on and on the cat’s and the dog’s noses twitch reading each others minds a lunar eclipse draws a russet curtain on summer’s plans viewing the apple orchard’s transient constellations why try so hard when our words fall into silences and so will the leaves? starting to speak at the same time eyes glance down it doesn’t matter yet truly I did think he would be interested a bouquet of crocuses on balance, a bad idea so a blue tree there in the top corner en plein air au Barbizon Paris in Springtime without loneliness

across the table the children exchange arguments and kisses there’s a face you’d leave home for he says of the waitress pulling her mink tighter fur buttons too fat for their holes bored by the long break in play they throw snowballs at the spectators teeth gritted then the song that gets everyone up on the floor dazzled by the glitter ball over silent fields a famished wasp charges its ring tone on the last bramble that waterdrop sparkling web invisible? anything but ignoring the blind spot and pulling out, the passenger’s right foot twitches smoke, wrote Brecht, while you drive — if it goes out, something’s wrong in late summer closing the door of her mother’s house for the last time a flat palm smashes open the garlic an angled lemon outshines the chopping board green tea and Qigong on the long haul prevent jet lag in the quiet the monk offers the traveller a blow-job after the ceremony there’s nothing to do but eat early potatoes already sprouting but there’s lead in the soil salt ‘n’ sauce? both hesitate unsure of the others’ tastes forgetting herself a mother on day release cuts up her lover’s meat after breakfast they send out for more oysters whether with or without our noticing the sun’s almost gone the night was made by Provost MacTavish and his good lady boxes crammed with bread, vegetables and cans of mixed fruit salad floating amongst it all a big dollop of vanilla the Lismore ferry — vehicles, and fattened calves heading for market stuff your bloody correctness you’ll lick arse if you have to sixteen shirts every week they don’t iron themselves you know flat white drifts crunched in footprints dog shit melts a hole in fresh snow his paintings emptied till they were all sky two stars tell us the night is cleared for darkness some theorists forget that thinking is a bodily function he throws the beach ball higher so she’s forced to stretch the lines of labour written on her belly in the loft the last train to Partick runs all night fumbling through his euros at the Skye Bridge toll at Sligachan we trace the first and last of the snow on Sgurr nan Gillean Meg asks can she see Sorley’s room the window that looked to the west now the weather’s warmer she shortens her skirts for Blythswood Square after the demo paper everywhere — another man’s job hosing down the corpses pale human flesh — Che, Marat, Christ I am the lamp which guides me even when you can’t see beyond your nose follow the smell of smoke lighting cigarettes in the rain hunched together the callgirl’s nickname for Henri Toulouse-Lautrec was teapot reading the leaves marriage, briefly an out of tune piper lamenting the dead at the gates marked Private she can just see bluebells Spring Bank Holiday everyone hits the road signposted Solitude too many cooks spoil the pancake race in the evening nodding off on the sofa startled by the phone father in Australia talks mostly of cricket dew freezes the outback radar is ranging the moon commuter’s day — leave before sunrise return after dark casting catch nothing casting The Waterfall of the Maiden icy in June damp patches on her blouse a mother’s surprise supply on demand we’ve come to expect food, fuel, gratified desire the leaves come off a glut of green tomato chutney mulch under wellies kicked into the porch the cats hope to impress us with small overnight deaths left on the mat from the oak a candle falls down and out we’ve brought a nightlight for the little one’s next visit leave the frogspawn alone you’ll get all sticky the tadpole succumbs to a carp — so much for evolution picking the samphire at low tide a selkie you say? already wondering how she’ll taste her past lovers lie heavily on his side of the bed a torrid night in the attic the moon slips through the panes sweating up The Rest and Be Thankful wishing for a flat tyre let down once too often from now on the failures will be beheaded clear-cutting the rainforest the whole tribe gets whooping-cough from under their shrouds feet of men, feet of women feet of children at the school nativity the angel kicks the donkey tempers rising Ted slaps Sylvia back even in the silly season poets don’t make the headlines you miss one week and the recycling box takes over the hallway pungent wood smoke from next door they say he saves the ash shrivelled little figs that never made it to the table swirling a late cup of milky tea what she’d like is sunshine wedding day breakfast coffee with whisky then whisky eggs over easy on rye like sprinkled pepper these moles on your back or stars after weeks of deciding they named her Cassiopeia now she sets ablaze the horizon of his eightieth year new clothes for Easter dancing in the street all mouth this spring lots of flounce but nowt left hanging allotments flourish all the way to the summit.

a hyakuin renga in Summer night of the full blue moon the hidden gardens (nva), tramway, Glasgow (noon) 31 July — (noon) 1 August, 2004 nine poets Larry Butler Ken Cockburn David Connearn Gerrie Fellows Alec Finlay Peter Manson Dick Pettit Beth Rowson Colin Will renga schema Paul Conneally with thanks to Anne-Marie Culhane, Morven Gregor & Linda MacDonald

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Some Thoughts on Twenty-Four Hour Hyakuin Renga

A group of poets gather in time-space.

What’s in a day?

100 verses is 4.5 verses an hour; is one every 15 minutes; is a natural rhythm

From noon to noon things change.

The minutes go so slowly.

The hours go so fast.

How much sleep can you do without. How much do you need?

‘I stayed up until I got a verse in’.

Time away from the platform may do you as much good as time spent trying to, and failing to, sleep.

A hyakuin renga is a key chain; one that is unlocked by the sun setting, the moon rising, the moon setting, the sun rising.

Think slumber party.

Expect to feel grumpy, and ecstatic.

Someone will always go to sleep beside the renga.

Eat together after.

Peace to the World

Little Onion – Peace To The World featuring Guru Sandesh Shaunak

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Transliteracy - A New Cognitive Tool?

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Poet Simon Perril proposes that transliteracy might be a new cognitive tool or the recovery of an older one.

Later at the Transliteracy Unconference in discussion with Paul Conneally, Howard Rheinegold and others he likens transliterate pieces to bricollage which gets Conneally thinking about French DIY stores – Conneally later drops off at the Leicester B&Q DIY store and wanders the aisles for half an hour collecting his thoughts and various screws that ‘will come in handy’

During this drift he realises that he and Simon are destined to make something together – maybe a shelf.