Circle of Fire Reading

Circle of Fire Reading

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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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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

this track is donated to the world - free to download

"Peace to the World"say it make it happen

paul conneally

Transliteracy - A New Cognitive Tool?

http://odeo.com/audio/16555293/

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.

Halo

Earlier this year I took part in The Rewnewabilty curated by Tomomi Iguchi which included an exhibition in Mile End Arts Pavillion. Artist John Kennedy of LandLab also took part. At the time was talking enthusiasticly about his proposed new work Halo which was to be installed on the moors in Rossendale. Well it's now installed and i can't wait to see it at night when all the lights are finished hovering above the moor like some flying saucer.

Here's a link to a news story about halo: HALO

Walk The Line - Brendan Jackson

Walking the Line across Hawkesley Square

During Walk the Line - a piece that forms part of artist Maurice Maguire's bigger project 'Changing Landscapes' and involved us walking the line of the Wast Hill Canal Tunnel overland through the 3 Estates -I had the pleasure of meeting Brendan Jackson and today found a piece by him on his site about the event and so much more too - a good example of how engagement with space with people can connect us with past present and place all at the same time.If you've never dropped by Brendan's site here is a link to the piece coming out of Walk the Line and you can travel on with him from here:

http://www.brendanjackson.co.uk/2007/08/21/more-line-walking-%e2%80%93-no-tightropes-involved/

I'll post more on Walk the Line soon.

What is Animate? 100 Verses for Three Estates

Alec Finlay Ravi Deepres Paul Conneally Gavin Wade

100 Verses for 3 Estates is a piece conceived by Alec Finlay in answer to the question "What is Animate?

100 Verses for 3 Estates forms part og Gavin Wade's ongoing work 'Strategic Questions'

The Book '100 Verses for 3 Estates' comes out of a series of 6 renga conducted in and with the community of the Kings Norton 3 Estates over a whole year working to a schema proposed by Alec Finlay.

Master Poet for all 6 renga was Paul Conneally.

The film '100 Verses' by Ravi Deepres was premiered at the New Generation Arts Festival 2007 in Birmingham UK

INVIGILATOR : TOKYO

INVIGILATOR : TOKYO

A small area of Shinjuku, Tokyo was watched over

on the evening of Thursday the 26th of July, 2007.

Invigilators: Nikki Pugh, Orie Inoue, Eri Akagi.

INVIGILATOR : TOKYO

Invigilation 3 of the INVIGILATOR series

Paul Conneally Nikki Pugh Kevin Ryan

2007

WALK TO WORK

Walk to Work - CHONGQING

CHONGQING
Walk to Work
paul conneally & kevin ryan 2007

I asked artist Kevin Ryan to map out his normal route to work in Loughborough UK as a series of LEFTS RIGHTS and STRAIGHTS and to then transpose this journey to Chongqing in China where Kev was visiting on a British Council funded visit exploring the sharing of approaches to art and do some work where ever he ended up.

So one morning Kev set of to 'walk to work' in Chongqing on reaching his 'work destination' Kev went about photographing the area doing about 2 hours work. Click on the image below to take you to Chongqing 'Walk to Work' slide show:

Kev's thoughts / context can be found here: CHONGQING WALK TO WORK

This is the first piece to came out of 'Walk to Work' more pieces have followed / will follow as walks are gathered from around the world and transposed to different parts of the world. A major new 'Walk to Work' piece 'Invigilator' with artist Nikki Pugh is currently in process.

INVIGILATOR : DERBY - Photographs

picture by Kev Ryan

Click the photo or here to take you to Kev Ryan's Photos of INVIGILATOR : DERBY

INVIGILATOR is a Walk to Work piece by Paul Conneally Nikki Pugh and Kevin Ryan

CLICK HERE FOR MORE FROM INVIGILATOR : DERBY

Twenty Jaffa Cakes

a rengay

twenty jaffa cakes
a mistake to try and take
in her hand luggage

a slow and silent pat down
from the woman on gate one

stilettoes x-rayed
but her carbon footprint is
not for scrutiny


a hugely fat man

asks for the front port aisle seat
to rest his bad leg


smile and permanent jetlag
slept in uniform again

deep into morning

i finish my book somewhere

over africa

nikki pugh

paul conneally

July 12th
2007

deflowered

deflowered
a forest of still green
maple leaves

paul conneally

cutting

cutting his throat
with her mobile phone
the morning sun

paul conneally

INVIGILATOR : DERBY 'Rapture'

photo by kevin ryan

RAPTURE

beneath gloomy hills
homeward i walk
in solitude

sometimes we play
on the way home from school
on Wincobank Hill
breaking into gangs
to throw stones at each other

off Newman Road
in the half-built houses
it’s hide and seek
up and down ladders
scaffold pole javelins

a happy time
for me a time of rapture
clear and loud

paul conneally

2007

Walk to Work - INVIGILATOR

paul conneally nikki pugh kevin ryan

INvIGILATOR : DERBY 'Elements'

the elements

feeling and thought

pain and fear

the smell of piss

in the underpass

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RAPTURE