May 2011
20 posts
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“The Psychoanalyst”
– By Claire Briegel
I lie on the sofa and he sits opposite me in his chair, his strict eyes intent on pursuing me, until, all at once, he finds in me an impression—impression is the word—that leads him to a bronze truth; and smiling he says, “the dirtier the truth, the cleaner the find” –and this...
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“A Telephone Conversation”
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By Claire Briegel
“Listen, the telephone line isn’t clear and you probably can’t hear me very well but I can’t bear it any longer—I think you should know that you have forgotten me; after listening to me for so long you now fail to remember anything… the line is dying but I need you to remember...
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“A One-Night-Skype-Stand”
– By Alice Ladenburg
30.05.11: My Pending One-Night-Skype-Stand
Tonight it is 2084, a show in Brooklyn, New York.
At the Cameo Gallery an evening event with artists, designers, musicians and such like is taking place. I don’t know the space, or what it’s about. I only knew it...
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WatchExhibition delivery film by: Richard Taylor
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“Seceding”
– By Tracey S. Rosenberg
Just inside the door, I pelted him with the last of the Bramley apples.
His bleary blue eyes fixed on me. I was a mosaic made up of seeds he’d glued in
place himself.
‘That’s it,’ I told him, aiming a pear at his head. ‘I wanted every...
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“It’s going to be a game-time decision”
– By Adam Waldron-Blain
Manhunt was invented in Toronto in 2003 by Matt Collins, and for a while it seemed like it was part of something. I started running Manhunt in Edmonton in 2005. Access All Areas was published by the zine Infiltration. Montreal hosted a variant of the increasingly popular and...
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“Fuck Avatar I’d rather The Dark Side of the Moon”
– By Emma Parnell
When Pink Floyd commissioned Storm Thorgerson to design the ‘Dark Side of the Moon’ album cover, they did so with the words “We don’t want another picture, we’re bored of your pictures, we want a cool graphic.” Storm’s reply? “Don’t employ me then.” Their response, “we want...
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“Tennants, rhubarb and was the sun shining”
– By Elizabeth Wewiora
The longest, regimentally boarded site I had visited yet, each plot had its own front door and make shift wall – there could be no mistaking plot borders here.
Despite the high imprisoning walls that made up this allotment site, once I reached the very end of the site I...
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“FLIGHT, SECRET SOCIETY, POSSIBLE LOCATIONS FOR RETREAT”
– By Richard Taylor
If you fly from Edinburgh to terminal five Heathrow you’ll first swing west towards Glasgow and the Clyde river, darting out its tributaries in to the north West and up towards Loch Lomond. You can see the tenements as they spread out like arteries on the built landscape – ...
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“Glasgow: ecosystem for an actor”
– By Damien Hughes
Recently, after producing my first play and having been an actor in Glasgow for the last 2/3 years, I decided to go to London to try my luck and to, well, have an adventure really. I’ve worked in London briefly and have friends and family down there, so I don’t imagine I’m...
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“The ripple of sunlight on a painted wall and we are plunged underwater.”
– By Jane Hartshorn
I always find that when there is a change in season, I am thrown completely asunder. It is as though prior to this change, I have become so familiar with the current season that it hardly impinges upon my life at all. I am immune to its fluctuating subtleties,...
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“A woman who eats frozen peas. says:”
– By Richard Taylor
Final question: What is the language of the mind?
The other night I dreamt of licking my best friend’s partner. We were in a building that resembled an assemblage of architecture – a mixture between Oxford’s Christchurch grounds, Glasgow’s University erection and Leeds’...
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“Yolate’s West”
– By Richard Taylor
The sun is facing us so we must be heading west for a while. Cathie is her name and her surname is Fields. She lives just over the hill in to the sun.
“There is a perfect hill of pine to my right, crafted by the landscape, which dances around in the pallet of green in the...
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“The mystery of the Black Hairy Tongues and other stories”
– By Jennifer Picken #1. The yolk oozes slowly into the translucent glaze of the maple syrup on my plate. I lick my lips tentatively, as an excessively large woman perched opposite me dribbles a thin smear of chocolate sauce down her stubbled chin. I am mesmerized by her sticky mouth, her ...
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“Camouflage and Cabbages – Extract from Allotment Diaries”
– By Elizabeth Wewiora
Lady A was determined that her border-lines were gradually being moved, and her cabbages most certainly sabotaged.
‘Land borders and plot boundaries are an ongoing dispute and drive me to distraction’ – this was the comment that the Secretary of the allotment seemed to...
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“One room becomes two (after Piano)”
– By Richard Taylor
“He lent me his jacket and we took to the outside air to collect light that would otherwise be lost if not for the refracting glass of snow. Snow is soon then ice and all angles of thought are different from before. He sings and slips ahead in to the night. I have his jacket ...
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“The Gods of Thailand…”
– By Euan Ramsay
The rain has been coming down for days now. A million tattoos drowning out the birds and the sea. You almost need to shout to be heard, but here you lose the ability to shout. The rain and the thunder do the shouting here and there is no point trying to compete with the gods of...
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“My Shed is your Shed: artists residencies on ground level”
– By Elizabeth Wewiora.
Allotments represent society; issues of life, death and inevitable change. As a developing artist my practice has recently expanded into projects that focus on social inclusion, sustainability & community engagement and so the nature of the allotment community is one that... 