Apparently, that’s something to with Foucault. I hope the spelling’s correct, I have a common-as-muck way of remembering that name – I usually fail to disclose that method with my counterparts while I often feel quite left behind in comparison to their wealth of knowledge and learned backgrounds. Most of them are a bit too modest for individuals supposedly trained in selling their artistic strengths and qualities having been on all these courses and workshops, gallery tours and events.
I’ve discovered Nottingham City has become a City of Literature (not sure quite what that means, realistically!) but it does sound of sound esteem. Around and about Nottingham is where the core group of (hopefully) participants are based. I’m a bit on the outside where I am at the moment but bound to me moving one way or another eventually.
I also discovered Seattle is ALSO a City of Literature – but that didn’t surprise me at all, not with the Meat Puppets (are they Seattle-ian?) and Nirvana.
I actually made it to a Seattle graduate/academic’s “participatory performance” once upon a while ago’s fine evening out… never remember the lady’s name – though not sure how much a lady looking at her peep-hole event on her website afterwards, but that’s maybe why the flapper dress… (I almost put a question mark but probably rather not know sordid detail.)
I prefer to remember the artist lady’s sorbet-colour-fairytale-tea-party dress than her peep-hole project and can’t really imagine anyone turning up for that performance but I bet they did. Whatever that summer’s event was everyone around me during discussion were complaining about the high entrance fees (Nottingham Castle) and never getting a glegg at anything put on there – “I didn’t even get to see John Newling’s shed full of holes ‘cept in the Evening Post!” groaned one compulsive arts-fan… and how annoying it is when “arts are funded but the venue’s entrance fees are prohibitive to general public enjoyment”.
That’s one of the ways my days (Sunday and Monday) have been different, that yesterday I discovering the notion of City of Literature status.
I love Nottingham but far more interested in Seattle (must be the flatlands and the woodwork, yearning for the shore and the ionised air I imagine and breathe whenever I make it home (nowhere near Seattle I have to add, but some barns and near-sea air and mostly very flat!)
Today was different because I opened a twitter account, made a piece of “art” of a sort myself – inspired by the reminder of another (to try something basic and find a way to play for a way to make work!) and a hashtag prompt. I’m still slow getting used to these things and net etiquette’s probably a bit on the shaky side.
I’d not planned to make a something else and surprised myself in doing so and from the prompt of a simple hashtag. Maybe it’s catching – one or two of my counterparts are mad about AD HOC and OFF THE CUFF. I wonder they’re pulling my leg sometimes and often daren’t ask ” IS that a performance company or a LIVE ART type thing?
It can be TRICKY distinguishing between real real world and everyday speak in some of their tales, arts-based terminologies and brandings. With things like twitter to try and get to grips with and “trending” sounds plain sense obvious BUT look at my feeds and I can’t see whY so far.
So, that’s the wheel for the grindstone I’m supposed to be making headway at, the dreaded social media and “did (I) know I could use facebook to look for a job?” Oh my good giddy aunt now trying that is bound to get me in a spin, “browsing” at websites for work’s bad enough!
So, now there are accompanying reasons, practising all these so called “work skills” for “compliance” and “commitment” might be both less painful AND save me going on one or more near useless courses with some admin teacher who got their adult teaching certificate for writing instructions for how to make a sandwich!
I’d like to get back to some gardening or painting fence posts, something practical, worthwhile and all packed away at the end of the working day with nowt much left to think about but a pint before I wobble my way home with a bag of fish and chips by Friday!
I’m not ever so convinced that any of my writing will be of any interest to anyone anywhere and can’t imagine that is. Quite looking forward to inputting some of the stuff proper (from the others)- awaiting submissions – some of these arty folk don’t half take their time ;)… FLANEUR(s) – I’ll save that “trend” for another time, I’m sure they mean BAKING (women!) (oh, am I allowed to mention such a word in such a PC world???)
(Learning with my mistakes, draft version written Monday 19th, appears all out of time…)