I am currently preparing for a talk I will be giving this Thursday, 22nd June at Quay Arts, the Isle of Wight’s leading art gallery and venue for live events. I was thrilled to be invited to speak about my poetry map, Over the Fields, as part of the events and activities taking place around Richard Long’s show, The Isle of Wight as Six Walks, 8th April – 1st July.
I will be talking about how and why I came to make the map. Regular readers of my (somewhat irregular) blog will know that this was a process of going for walks with my Dad and my son, over 18 months, beginning in January 2014, and ending in August 2015. The map was self-published after being beautifully designed by my best mate, and printed and folded into a pocket-sized A6 fold out full colour working map, with poems on one side and photos and map on the other.
Since then the map and I have been on quite a journey, and I have been able to achieve some of the aims I had for it, and other things have happened which were unexpected but equally wonderful.
I will talk about this tiny piece of greenbelt, and the impact it continues to have on my family. I hope you can join me for a walk through the poems and a chance to think about memory, family and place. And walking itself, and why it continues to inspire creativity.
The new poetry map I have been working on for the last 18 months is on its way to being published…there are still final bits and bobs of writing to do, photos to select and final edits but the art work is taking shape. I am very excited about this as it is highly personal – a map of Furlong territory, especially my Dad’s, and his brothers’ and sisters’ – their ‘second home.’ It continues to amaze me, how much this small piece of land contains in terms of stories, nature and deep history. I cannot possibly cram all the writing and poems, pictures and information I have gathered and created, and am continuing to amass on to two sides of A2 map…maybe this will become something else in the future…
More news and updates on this as it continues to materialise into something tangible. For now, the photos above are of where I lay the other afternoon, listening to many different birds singing, bees buzzing, watching fronds and flowers swaying in the breeze… a ten minute walk from the white noise of the A3 in one direction, and the train to Waterloo in the other.
light is returning
new hope, new dreams
which path to take
decisions to make
dark protected us
mulched us, gave us
ready for rebirth.
Here comes the sun.
<originally published on the old LucyFurLeaps blog 21/12/08>
I discovered at the end of last week that the PayPal button on my web site had stopped working.
Luckily the person who designed my web site- the marvellous Martin Sherrell of Digital Itch – sorted it out for me pronto and I am in the happy position of being able to post out some more copies of my poetry map, Amniotic City.
This is a map of the Fleet Street/St Paul’s part of London, with thirteen poems inspired by walking and spending time in that part of the city.
n o f u t u r e b u t t h e w i n d s t i l l b l o w s t h r o u g h t h e t r e e s p l ay s w i t h t h e l e a v e s a n d m o v e s w h e r e i t w i l l a n d s o m e o f u s a r e l i k e t h a t s t i l l a n d w o n ‘ t b e t o l d s o l d o l d o r p i t t e d a g a i n s t a n o t h e r ‘ s b r e a t h . .
“Fear is the mother of deception” Is fear another face of necessity, or just the same pantheon? The mother of invention… a.n.mother…Mother Night, Mother Earth, the ///immaculate\\\ virgin who gave birth… Where is the line between necessity and fear…apparently a ///veil\\\ is drawn over this~
This is the time of Earth…of darkness and mirth…of starkness and checking Yule-expanded girth…dreams and harsh realities…stillness and night…delight, hope and rebirth…anything is possible…in the velvet deep the returning light~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~