What I did on the weekend (1 of 3).

In various places, including my facebook page, twitter account and brand new website (more about that another time), I have been talking about a new Welsh festival called Gwyl Coda, which took place on the final weekend in July.  Now I have had time to dry out my tent, and my feet, I figured I should let you know more.  Being a (fairly) logical kind of person, I have opted to approach the weekend in date order, and assign a post to each day.

Friday 27th July

After extensive faffing about, including much wrangling of space-hoppers and consulting of Google Maps, I finally set off for a field in mid-Wales.  The Dol Llys campsite and Llanidloes, to be precise, venue for the aforementioned Gwyl Coda festival.  (If anyone is wondering about the origin of this festival, and of the name, it may interest you to follow this link  to an article by Stuart Elliott, who helped organise the event.)

Despite having told her I would be there a number of hours before I actually arrived, I met up with a long-standing friend in the drizzly registration queue around 4pm (I am not sure if she had been standing in the queue for a long time, simply that she has been my friend for a good many years).  We exchanged notes on when we had got there, and where we intended to pitch our tents, before embarking on an effort to outwit the Welsh weather.  This endeavour met with relative success, leading to my bijou shelter and her frankly palatial structure being erected before the worst of the rain set in.  Hurrah!

Then came the first of my sessions for the weekend.  This involved a space-hopper, a hat and a copy of my newly published little chapbook (more about that later too), and took place under a rather lovely horse-chestnut tree.  My friend and another good pal of many years joined me beneath the tree with their various family members, plus a lovely lady who appeared to have ended up there by mistake.  I read some poems and explained what the whole Hop4Hope aspect of the weekend was due to be.  This was all met with interest, applause and perhaps a little bemusement.

After this, I thanked folk for their time, and set off with space-hopper to put together my interactive installation for the weekend – the intention of which was to get people to think about what brings them hope.  By the time I reached the quiet reflective tent, where I had been told the installation would probably fit best, I had gained a trail of interested acolytes.  The children of my friend, and some friends of theirs, were eyeing my space-hopper hopefully.  They followed me into the marquee, which was in semi-darkness.  They followed me around the circumference of the marquee, as I wondered where to place my installation.  Finally, they followed me back out of the marquee again, as my injunctions to be quiet and stop disturbing the meditative people did not appear to be working.

The best course of action at this point was to give the kids a space-hopper and pump to play with, whilst I  returned to the tent attempted to create something suitably arty and interactive with my installation (apologies again to the people I disturbed in doing so).  Having got to a point at which I was relatively happy, and having been politely asked to leave so that the 8pm reflective event could take place, I opted to cut my losses and return the next day.*

The rest of the evening passed well, including food and music with friends, plus much laughing at people on space-hoppers.  I finally retired to my tent, snuggled into my sleeping bag and fell asleep to the sound of happy festival goers and rain on the canvas.

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Me, under a tree.

 

*See Saturday’s post  for more…

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Out of Sight

It was a chilly Easter Saturday morning as I and the Husband headed off to Pontypool railway station in order to make the trip to Colwyn Bay. The reason for this, the launch of ‘Out of Sight’, an anthology of work produced by Disability Arts Cymru, in which one of my poems was to feature.

Due to the kindness of an Accessibility Officer at Arriva Trains, travel passes had been secured for us and for a fellow writer Des (pictured below) and his son Will, also a veteran of poetry events. After some initial confusion in which the Husband attempted to evict our new friends from their seats, we settled down and the three hour journey passed speedily and socially.

Colwyn Bay greeted us with a cold grey sea and biting wind, so the two of us headed off to a warm cafe whilst our travelling companions braved the sea front. We met again later at the cultural centre where we were welcomed warmly by Denni Turp, the organiser of the event, who presented me with a beautifully bound copy of the anthology. We then found some seats amongst the gathered crowd of guests, in which the each poet was recognisable by the shiny new book clasped in their hands.

After a welcome and introduction by Denni and Mark Isherwooed AM, the poets took to the floor. There followed a diverse range of words, ranging from personal accounts of depression and autism, via reflections upon caring for someone with dementia and culminating with some hard hitting commentary about the effects of funding cuts upon people with mental illness. After a brief break for refreshments and networking, an open invitation was issued for people to read more of their work, which led to the sharing of yet more interesting and entertaining poems.

The event came to a close, and our party of four headed back to the station via the chip shop opposite the centre (highly recommended). Once on board our carriage, the movement of the train and the effect of our full bellies lulled us into semi-consciousness and we were soon home.  All in all, a good day.

 

Above left: The anthology “Out of Sight”. DAC is arranging for at least one copy to be available in each library in Wales.

Above right: Our travelling companion Des Mannay entertains with his poetry.

Hop for Hope 2: The video

As some of you will know, I have been working on a collaborative poem with members of a local church (see previous post for details). Well, here is the latest news of that endeavour.

A few weeks ago, I turned up at the door of Gaer Baptist Church in Newport. With me were a pair of very talented film-makers (so far so sensible) plus a selection of space hoppers (not quite so sensible). After having inflated the oversized orange orbs, and being interviewed by the film-makers, I was joined by various members of the congregation. What followed was an exercise in persuasion. These good Christian folk were happy to tell me of their hopes and ambitions. The part where they were asked to sit on space-hoppers whilst doing so took a little more effort on my part. As for being willing to appear on film, well…

Please click the link below to find out how persuasive I am actually capable of being. Go on, you know you want to 😉

Hop for Hope

***N.B. The results of my insistent questioning of these good people – at this and other times – have now been entered into the curious mechanism that is my brain. Consequently, I am in the process of creating the poem about which all of this slightly crazed endeavour is centred. Please keep watching for updates!***

Hop for Hope

I have been teasing people over on my Facebook page for the past few weeks, making references to spacehoppers, poetry and hope. The time has finally come to reveal why…

The good people of Gwyl Coda – a Wales-based arts festival which aims to inspire faith and action – have awarded me a grant. In return for their investment, they get a poem about hope featuring spacehoppers.

They get a bit more than this, actually.

Members of the church I attend in Newport, S Wales also get to benefit, as will communities further afield. Well, that is the plan anyway.

Phase one is already underway. I have started to gather responses to a few questions on the subject of hope. Church members are being asked what their hopes are personally, for the church/community and also on a wider scale. I am also seeking to find out from each person what they can do to help make these hopes a reality. Simple really 🙂

Once I have gathered all the replies, I intend to set to work and poemify them (what do you mean that’s not a word?) The resultant poem will then be performed and filmed for distribution far and wide – or around and about a bit at least.  As for the spacehoppers, they are just a bit of fun really. Plus any excuse for a play on words, as well as playing on retro toys!

As for anyone who may be disappointed to learn that this hopportunity is unavailable to them at present, do not dismay. Phase two will involve encouraging more people to hop on board.

There may even be a competition. With prizes. Big, round hopping prizes…

The Bee and the Tea

After having spoken at the ‘Call to Mind’ group in St Mary’s, Swansea a couple of weeks ago, I got to thinking.  The result can be found by following this link to their weblog:

https://calltomindsite.wordpress.com/2017/07/23/the-bee-and-the-tea/

Apologies to anyone coming here as a result of reading the blog post linked above.  To you, this will be the online equivalent of being given a piece of paper with the words ‘Please turn over’ written on both sides.  Feel free to take a look around my blog whilst you are here, it may be marginally more fun than clicking back and forth between posts!

Retrospective items: 3 of 3 (kinda…)

Earlier this year,  I was asked to give an interview at a seminar being held in Cardiff regarding the subject of mental illness and Christianity.  After having answered a number of questions about my own experiences, I then read a piece of autobiographical writing about time spent in psychiatric hospital.

Rather than re-hash that particular approach, however, I shall use this post to direct you to another piece of writing I have been working on recently.  It is hosted on the Call to Mind weblog.  This is the online presence of a support group based in St Mary’s Church, Swansea, which explores mental illness issues from a Christian point of view.  Feel free to go and take a look by following this link: http://www.calltomindsite.wordpress.com/2017/07/09/depression-and-faith/

If you are in the Swansea area this coming Thursday, 13th July, you would be welcome to drop by St Mary’s Church at 2pm to hear more.  If that is insufficient incentive alone, I have even promised to supply cake…

Retrospective items: 2 of 3

Back last year, I was asked to perform some of my poems at a local fundraising concert in aid of Parkinson’s UK.  The friend who asked me is a fine gent who himself suffers from the disease, so I was keen to agree.

Consequently, come 4th November, I found myself sharing the bill with a number of excellent musicians and a talented fellow poet.  The evening was well attended, and raised a good amount of money for the charity.

I am unable to share any of the music from the concert, but I can give you a taste of the evening in the form of one of the poems I read.  It is a bit of nonsense which will make most sense to people who have an understanding of the Welsh language.  Enjoy!

A bit o’ ffun 
Come back with me to my cwm bach, 
Come, bach, with me to my cwm. 
Cwtch away here in my cwm, bach. 
Come cwtch with me in my cwm.

Now, in true language-lesson style (from my faded memory of school in the 1980s), here is a list of vocab:

Cwm: Valley
Bach: Small (also a term of affection)
Cwtch (away): Hide (away)
Cwtch: Hug, cuddle (but with much greater depth of meaning)
Ffun: made up word (I just decided to move the letter ‘f’ from ‘of’ and add it to the front of the word ‘fun’ in order to make pseudo-Welsh word.  Apologies to all Welsh speakers out there!)