Friday, July 31, 2015
Stifling Heat
Labels:
bars,
betting,
Café,
France,
haiku,
paul conneally,
PMU,
poetry,
street photography,
travel
Thursday, July 30, 2015
Stacking Shelves
Labels:
dreams,
haiku,
Lost in the supermarket,
paul conneally,
photography,
picnic,
poetry,
Shopping,
work
Under A Palm Tree
Labels:
Cannes,
France,
haiku,
La Croisette,
micro poetry,
poetry,
street photography
Wednesday, July 29, 2015
Monday, July 27, 2015
Pizza Van

Bourg-Les-Valance sits on the north side of the city of Valance and provides a handy stopover as we drive down L'autoroute de Soleil towards the Côte d'Azur.
The hotel we stay in is surrounded by hinterland discount shops, tool hire companies and light industry. It's surprisingly good and the restaurant is excellent. I give myself over to the will of the chef who for twenty-eight euro will contour up for me a 'surprise' three course meal. Neither he nor our waiter will tell me what to expect only that the chef will have a look at me and decide, from what he sees, the dishes that he will cook.
I turn out to be a starter of lightly fried sea bass fillets on a bed of mashed potatoes, a main course of duck slices in a pepper sauce with roasted Mediterranean vegetables and a dessert of shards of white and dark chocolate with pistachio ice cream. He was spot on.
after dinner walk
the light from the pizza van
draws in moths
Paul Conneally
Bourg-Les-Valance
July 26 2015
Labels:
Edward Hopper,
fast food,
France,
haibun,
haiku,
Hotels,
paul conneally,
photography,
Pizza,
poetry,
street photography
Tuesday, July 21, 2015
Monday, July 20, 2015
The Baker and The Biker

I’ve never been one for riding motorbikes but enjoy some of the imagery and mythology that surrounds them.
The crowded narrow roads in and around the towns of the Côte d’Azur seem ideal for two wheeled travel.
Motorcycles, motorbikes, whatever you want to call them, whiz in and out the often stationary cars, vans and lorries.
Sat in a traffic jam, sweat running down my temples, despite the air conditioning, I envy the motorcyclist weaving between the people carriers and Ferraris.
On foot, in search of a certain bar and bread, the motorbikes become an annoyance. Their noise and smell. The fear that one will fail to see me in its weave and knock me over.
such short shadows
the baker asks the biker
to remove his helmet
Paul Conneally
Antibes 2013
Labels:
Antibes,
bakers,
bikers,
Côte d'Azur,
haibun,
haiku,
paul conneally,
photography,
poetry,
street photography
Saturday, July 18, 2015
LA SCIMMIA SULLA SCHIENA - William Burroughs - book cover by MarioDelgado

LA SCIMMIA SULLA SCHIENA - William Burroughs
Book cover designed by Mario Degrada for the Italian translation of William Burroughs classic tale of drug addiction 'Junky'.
Degrada designed many wonderful book covers for Italian publishers Rizzoli.
To hear William Burroughs read the whole of Junkie click this link:
Junkie by William Burroughs
Labels:
addiction,
beat poets,
book design,
books,
graphic design,
Mario Delgado,
Rizzoli,
William Burroughs,
writing
Friday, July 17, 2015
Newspaper Seller
A
Newspaper Seller
It's good to see that despite the online proliferation of news there are still local newspapers and what's more local newspaper street sellers. This jolly chap is at the intersection of Loughborough's Market Street and Market Place. He sells just one publication the weekly Loughborough Echo. He doesn't shout out to passers-by to sell his papers but draws them in with his smile, a broad grin, and kind words.
local gossip
just when will the council
mow these verges?
Paul Conneally
Loughborough
July 16 2015

Newspaper Seller
It's good to see that despite the online proliferation of news there are still local newspapers and what's more local newspaper street sellers. This jolly chap is at the intersection of Loughborough's Market Street and Market Place. He sells just one publication the weekly Loughborough Echo. He doesn't shout out to passers-by to sell his papers but draws them in with his smile, a broad grin, and kind words.
local gossip
just when will the council
mow these verges?
Paul Conneally
Loughborough
July 16 2015
Labels:
England,
Loughborough,
Loughborough Echo,
news,
newspapers,
portrait,
print,
smiles,
street photography,
words
Still Waiting

Still Waiting
The sun is not out but the market is still too warm, too humid.
Sweat trickles down my back.
A man with Tourette's curses the air, marching up between fruit stalls and cheap fashion towards Loughborough's famous Sock Man sculpture.
Strawberries three punnets a pound.
still waiting
the pregnant woman mops
her brow with her sleeve
Paul Conneally
Loughborough
July 2015
Labels:
haibun,
haiku,
Loughborough,
paul conneally,
photography,
poetry,
street photography
Thursday, July 16, 2015
SKEP hive mind - Loughborough University Fruit Routes 2015
Artist Paul Conneally during SKEP Loughborough University June 2015
SKEP
hive mind
Performative, Participative, Collaborative Installation
Anne-Marie Culhane and Paul Conneally
Fruit Routes Loughborough University
18th June 2015
We share our lives with and our very existence depends on the bees - a keystone species in the natural world.
Building on the tradition of Telling the Bees, where beekeepers informed the bees of significant events in their communities or lives, you are invited to share something of your personal thoughts on community, cooperation and the future of our relationship with the ecological community (animals, insects, plants).
Speak out loud
Share your thoughts in silence
Write in the book
Artist Anne-Marie Culhane during SKEP Loughborough University June 2015
SKEP is part of the ongoing Fruit Routes / Eat Your Campus work at Loughborough University in June 2015. SKEP was one element in a day of events and interventions coordinated by Culhane that included a wild tea party, visits to the campus apiary and an evening of moth catching and watching. SKEP offered a space for thought and quiet in the presence of a listener, SKEP, Culhane or Conneally sat passively, silent, wearing a traditional British woven basket beehive, a skep, on their head.
14 Nights in Carnac

14 Nights in Carnac
mixed media - book and oak leaves
Paul Conneally 2006
14 Nights in Carnac - a piece performed and made in July 2006. The artist spends 14 nights in Carnac famous for its megaliths its standing stones. He lives and sleeps below two oak trees. Each night reading sections of Haruki Murakami’s The Wind-up Bird Chronicle plucking an oak leaf from the trees and placing it inside the book as a bookmark.
The experience exists as the book with the 14 leaves pressed inside it.
In 2007 images of the pressed leaves inside the book are transferred on to white ceramic bathroom tiles and form part of Conneally’s exhibition in Mile End Arts Pavilion ‘The Renewability’ curated by Tomomi Iguchi.
Labels:
art,
Haruki Murakami,
megalithic,
oak trees,
Performance Art,
psychogeography,
splacist,
standing stones,
trees,
writing
Monday, July 13, 2015
INVIGILATOR : DIGBETH

Thinking back to 'Invigilator : DIGBETH' discussions I am struck by oblique and direct references to boredom - the gallery invigilators 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
Sunday, July 12, 2015
Summer Shorts

In the hot afternoon it's good to escape into the shade of a city centre pub. A cool beer away from the hustle and bustle of the busy streets. Late enough to miss the lunchtime rush and too early for after work drinkers.
I sweat out a few thoughts.
summer shorts
the drunk in the corner
tells me he loves me
Paul Conneally
The Orange Tree
Nottingham
July 2015
Labels:
drinking,
haibun,
haiku,
Nottingham,
paul conneally,
poetry,
pubs,
The Orange Tree
Saturday, July 11, 2015
This Pressing Heat
Labels:
dogs,
haiku,
Leicester,
paul conneally,
poetry,
street photography,
summer,
This Is England,
UK
Wednesday, July 08, 2015
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