Private view: Friday 25 October, 7 – 10pm
Exhibition until Sunday 3 November
Nile Street Studio
Burslem
Stoke-on-Trent
Thursday, October 10, 2013
Exhibition: Pictures from a Jade Palace (and Other Stories) – NEW DATES ANNOUNCED
An exhibition of collages by Wedgwood Steventon
Sunday, September 29, 2013
Now! Voyager
During a discussion of Voyager's departure from our solar system Paul misread a phrase from a press cutting he had found some days earlier. (The cutting was a 1974 wine review from The Times, with details of a recording of Berlioz's Damnation of Faust on the reverse). The misread phrase seemed directly relevant to the voyage into the beyond so we played the Game of Opposites with it.
Marsala Virgin which is made by the solar system
Scotch whore which is annihilated by the lunar chaos
English saint is resurrected by solar eclipse
Martian sinner was buried by dark enlightenment
Venus piousess will be elevated as sunrise blooms
Adonis desecrator will detumesce in the decaying sunset
Vile torn droppings burn within an atomic bomb
Sweet wholefoods freeze around a macrocosmic implosion
AMER snacks washed away after the ant's sneeze
Douce gorges condensed before the aphid's inhalation
Standing and expanding and will explode with everlasting suffocation.
Marsala Virgin which is made by the solar system
Scotch whore which is annihilated by the lunar chaos
English saint is resurrected by solar eclipse
Martian sinner was buried by dark enlightenment
Venus piousess will be elevated as sunrise blooms
Adonis desecrator will detumesce in the decaying sunset
Vile torn droppings burn within an atomic bomb
Sweet wholefoods freeze around a macrocosmic implosion
AMER snacks washed away after the ant's sneeze
Douce gorges condensed before the aphid's inhalation
Standing and expanding and will explode with everlasting suffocation.
Jonah, Merl, Patrick, Paul, Sandra
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Sunday, September 15, 2013
Sunday, July 28, 2013
Collective poem
Smiling baboons are greeting each other coldly and politely.
Swiss smart pants are impossible to live with.
My friends, who are all dead, are blazing in the obscurity of strangers.
400 warriors are foraging for lost beetles.
Jars of apricot jam are hanging by their hair from the trees.
A gathering of horses are really quite pretty.
Milky stars are giggling furiously.
A collection of disjointed limbs are my best friends; ok, you too.
The outer edges of the universe are pink and busy shaving.
A holy swirl of jackanapes are of enormous vorage.
Dead or alive, all inhabitants are away on a tantrum.
A pile of fake banknotes are eating my brain.
Sleepy horses are changing the subject, constantly.
Ferocious leaves are in the middle of the swamp.
Entangled limbs are kissing violets in the garden.
Spinning apes are in a hurry for dumplings.
Surrealists are not present; who knows if still alive?
The biting fish are amongst the stones.
Drunk tennis players are squealing like fish.
All the snails on the seashore are hiding on the balcony.
My regiment are asleep on sofas.
A hundred silver fishes are awash.
A secret gathering of roaches are immaculate in their self-presentation.
Discontented spirits are inevitable.
Seventeen angry camels are forgetting how to speak.
Swiss smart pants are impossible to live with.
My friends, who are all dead, are blazing in the obscurity of strangers.
400 warriors are foraging for lost beetles.
Jars of apricot jam are hanging by their hair from the trees.
A gathering of horses are really quite pretty.
Milky stars are giggling furiously.
A collection of disjointed limbs are my best friends; ok, you too.
The outer edges of the universe are pink and busy shaving.
A holy swirl of jackanapes are of enormous vorage.
Dead or alive, all inhabitants are away on a tantrum.
A pile of fake banknotes are eating my brain.
Sleepy horses are changing the subject, constantly.
Ferocious leaves are in the middle of the swamp.
Entangled limbs are kissing violets in the garden.
Spinning apes are in a hurry for dumplings.
Surrealists are not present; who knows if still alive?
The biting fish are amongst the stones.
Drunk tennis players are squealing like fish.
All the snails on the seashore are hiding on the balcony.
My regiment are asleep on sofas.
A hundred silver fishes are awash.
A secret gathering of roaches are immaculate in their self-presentation.
Discontented spirits are inevitable.
Seventeen angry camels are forgetting how to speak.
Josie, Mattias, Merl, Patrick, Paul, Sandra
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