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Saturday, May 10, 2008
Work can wait
 I can't adequately express the peace of mind brought to me each time I read the message on the inside of my favourite jeans. Thanks Howies. Friday, May 09, 2008
TRIP Programme
Excitement. The provisional programme is out for TRIP (Territories Reimagined: International Perspectives, a psychogeography festival in Manchester, 19th - 21st June) [pdf, 276k]. I'm on the Saturday morning. Better get writing that paper.
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
Stuff Theology
The world is increasingly full of “things” made by people, but many commonplace objects are effectively invisible - according to Stephen Pattison.In last year's Gifford Lecture series, Professor Pattison looked into the relationship between humanity and visual artefacts; and 'argue(d) for repositioning artefacts of all kinds at the centre of human perception, responsiveness and responsibility.' 'The movement of these lectures might be summed up as ‘from arrogant, distancing eye to loving appreciative gaze’, he said in his introduction. Looks fascinating. Seems close to what I keep calling reading the everyday, but I think elsewhere Pattison has called his research Stuff Theology... love it! The resultant book, Seeing Things: Deepening relations with visual artefacts, is out. But as a taster I'm printing off the lecture pdfs as we speak. Thanks Ian for directing me here
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
Freedom to Roam?
 Refreshing, occasionally, to read an anarchist text. Particularly one so well researched and readable as Harold Sculthorpe's Freedom to Roam, which describes the mechanisms through which privileged individuals and institutions keep the rest of us off the land. Here he is with an eye-opening paragraph on the National Trust:Today the NT is run as an elitist club that has forgotten its plebeian past. It took the name suggested by Robert Hunter of the Commons Preservation Society (CPS), now the Open Spaces Society, when it was set up on 16th July 1894 by members of the CPS and Octavia Hill of the Kyrle Society (which had aims similar to the CPS) to take over land and to safeguard it in trust for everyone freely to use for recreation. Its loss of direction is well illustrated by what happened when it acquired the 16,000 acre Kingston Lacey estate in Dorset on the death of its last private owner in August 1981. Down came the PRIVATE notices. Up went the STRICTLY PRIVATE replacements. Monday, May 05, 2008
How you make is how you will be made
I've spent the day preparing a Sydney Carter retreat. Which being Sydney Carter, isn't so much a retreat as a very creative confrontation: with the stuff of life, death, doubt, radical protest and mystic faith. So I think the title of the day should be GET CARTER. Here Sydney expresses in poetry what we ought to do with the burden of inspiration. Poem from The Two-Way Clock (Stainer and Bell 2000)
Sunday, May 04, 2008
Oozing
Look at the way Kristin Hersh writes about her latest release on CASH Music... read the lyrics ... reflect on the title ... download the song (for free, if you like - but come on, pay the woman, she's a genius).
Saturday, May 03, 2008
Permutations
No Poets Dont Own WordsOne of Brion Gysin's provocative linguistic 'permutations', No Poets (1962). Amongst the very many riches to be mined on UbuWeb, where you can hear him read it too (MP3, 0:58). Friday, May 02, 2008
Compassion. Empathy. On election night
Those gigs you go to on election nights: you tend to remember them vividly. For me, Clwb Ifor Bach, 11 June 1987 stands out: the crushing pain of Thatcher's third consecutive victory salved by Clive Gregson and Christine Collister: wonderful, witty and very well-oiled (well, we all were) they turned our mourning into dancing. Good to share long nights like those with the folk singers, with their keen sense of radical politics, comradeship and determined celebration. Onstage in Liverpool tonight Billy Bragg recalled being in Belfast on 22 November 1990, celebrating with his audience the night Thatcher resigned. And he said he was glad to be out of London on this awful night (London, Londoners, what have you done?), and especially to be here in Liverpool, our political exceptionalism demonstrated once again in these local elections, as here we've made Labour gains. Billy Bragg was glad to be here tonight, he said, because of all British cities he knows that ours particularly understands the meaning of solidarity. It was our strong instinct for communal support which Boris Johnston fatuously described as 'sentimentality' in a nasty attack on a city grieving a death felt by all here four years ago. It's not the worst thing he's said about a particular group of people he dislikes: he reserves most bile for people of other races. But it's the measure of the man and his party. Perhaps the Labour movement will be energised by the revival of crass and bigoted conservatism shown in some parts of the country this week. Billy Bragg hopes so. 'I keep faith in you,' he sang, reinforcing his strong identification with the ordinary person, and keen sense of the power which the ordinary person holds. And 'When the world falls apart some things stay in place...' Compassion. Empathy. It was good to be again in the company of Billy at the Liverpool Phil tonight. Thursday, May 01, 2008
It's in the detail
 Since James sent me a postcard of a Stephen Walter artwork (a detail from one of his recent The Island - London Series) I've been poring over it with a magnifying glass, thrilling at the delightful discoveries to be found close up to his densely-packed hand drawn map, loving the merging of prehistory, urban slang, pop culture and touristic references which he mixes up all over the canvas [..... Most teenage pregnancy - LAMBETH - Huge Glass Palace Woz Ere 1856 - Don't shout Fire.....]. Stephen Walter's website is a further delight, and besides the many interesting mapping drawings there are gems like the one above. Fine stuff. Artwork: Stephen Walter, Shopping Trolleys, 2005
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Presence in absence - absence in presence
Presence in absence - absence in presence - a few thoughts on Ascension provoked in part by that great poet of absence/presence, R.S. Thomas.... here. [And thanks also, of course, to Rod for last Saturday]
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Spiritual Direction
 Brilliant. I'll be using that in my workshop on spiritual direction next week. Cartoon: Chris Priestley from New Statesman
Monday, April 28, 2008
Today in Sheffield
Today in Sheffield:Over a feeble station kiosk tea served in a Ripple Coffee Cup I finished reading Merlin Coverley's Psychogeography, a decent little primer somewhat limited by its blinkered Londoncentricity; I had a meaningful pro-Fall conversation with the woman in Zavvi whilst handing over my eleven quid for the purchase of Imperial Wax Solvent (out today!); I stood in driving rain with a huddle of Sheffield trades unionists and the Lord Mayor at the Workers’ Memorial Tree by the Town Hall, all marking Workers' Memorial Day by listening to the testimony of asbestosis survivor John, striving to catch his precious words as the vile wind hacked them down Fargate; In another rainstorm I sheltered in a bus stop on Burngreave Road, watching scaffolders hoist lengths of cylindrical metal up alongside the white stone face of St Catherine's RC Church, celebrating skillful, speedy manoeuvres with whoops and shouts; Over another cuppa, in a mug marking a Methodist church centenary, Ian Duffield helped me form a proposal to join the Sheffield Urban Theology Unit's MPhil/PhD in Theology & Religion, Contextual, Urban and Liberation Theologies programme, a piece of work with a working title Urban Walking in L11: Psychogeography, Anthropology and Theology; On a Pitsmoor roadside I joined forces with an Asian youth in attaching a set of jumpleads to the car battery of a grateful, if fraught, woman whose four under-six-year olds ran, skipped and collided with each other and with us around the conked out vehicle. And today on the train returning from Sheffield: As I was propelled at high speed, in reverse, past the giant red tomblike railway arches of Deansgate, the evening sun strobing through each one into my eyes, a searing, shocking soundtrack assaulted my ears with Coil's now-deceased Jhon Balance shouting "EVERYTHING'S BACKWARDS, EVERYTHING'S BACKWARDS, EVERYTHING'S BACKWARDS' over and over again. Naturally, all these things made an impact on me. Watch this space on the MPhil/PhD. Sunday, April 27, 2008
Rogation - The Parson's Condescending
CHAP. XXXV. The Parson's Condescending.Reasons to Rogate - from The Country Parson, by George Herbert. And for all those reasons, I'll be doing that this week, around here. Saturday, April 26, 2008
All absence is presence, and all presence is absence
Often I tryNot everyone's idea of a great Saturday morning, but definitely mine. A seminar led by Rod Garner entitled With and without God: the religion and poetry of George Herbert & R.S.Thomas denied me a lie-in today, and it was hard work, required constant attention, but was well worth it. I suspect that Rod included Herbert in his programme to lever in some punters unfamiliar with R.S., but of course for me it was Thomas who was the draw. Rod began the day by explaining that in R.S. Thomas, prayer embraces the sense of "the divine absence and presence being the same thing". "All absence is presence," Rod said, "and all presence is absence. If you don't get that then you won't get R.S. Thomas' poetry at all." At this point I could have sworn that I heard footsteps and the lecture room door closing behind me, though perhaps it was just someone deciding to stand outside for air before returning to the deep interior. This person would have missed Rod then explaining the presence-absence simultaneity by describing a Nick Hornby scene, where a young man nestling against his sleeping lover - thoroughly present to her - realises that one day she will no longer be there. And one alert seminar participant then added a reflection on the strong presence of the lost loved one so often experienced by the bereaved. And this was just the first three minutes of the 150 we shared. Great stuff. There is no other sound R.S. Thomas, In Church
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Particularly, he loves Procession, and maintains it, because there are contained therein 4 manifest advantages.