Tuesday, 13 November 2012

Workshop on creating poetry and pictures 19 November

This workshop will be on November 19th at 6.00 p.m. at The Albion Beatnik Bookshop.

It is a free event.

Bring a poem, an idea for a poem, or a vision that haunts you, which you might turn into a poem.

Nick uses his experience and knowledge of teaching creativity in therapy for over thirty years to draw out material buried in your unconscious mind.

An example of blending an image with lines from a poem.




For background to the workshop read on below:


Poetry and Pictures:  a manifesto.

From the earliest days of printing, a world of visual images with associated thought and feeling, juxtaposed with text has been part of the western way of enculturation, to help in the process of translating meaningless ciphers, squiggles on a page, into the stuff of inner experience, into understood written words, leaping from the page or screen into constructs of a mental world.

I will never forget the moment when words and images entwined and danced for me as I began to understand written text for the first time. It was like the moment when stumbling and sinking transform into skiing and swimming as learning transforms to achieving.

The real father of Poetry and Pictures as a genre has to be William Blake, a visual artist by trade, and one of the greatest poets in the English language. More recently, the last poet laureate, Ted Hughes, set the ball rolling for modern artists with his book, “The Remains of Elmet”. He wrote poems specifically for a photographer’s art works here. In a second book, “River”, he juxtaposed poetry with an artist’s photographs without connecting them more intimately.

Hughes only wrote the poetry. He collaborated with others to create these poem-picture works. We are encouraging such collaborative work, and are open to both photographers and poets, but we are mostly focused on creating a combined work made by one author. “Poetry and Pictures” is, I believe, the first attempt to establish the two arts together as a genre for the twenty first century. 

Photography has always struggled to establish its credentials as an Art form in its own right. Poetry in turn, has struggled to make a case that it is still relevant to this fast changing world. Much modern writing is as uninspiring as a snapshot from a cheap digital camera. I believe that combining ideas expressed visually with ideas expressed in words can make for a powerful medium of expression, both folk art and high art. The idea is to link a poem with a picture or series of pictures. The two can also blend together into a single visual image, which is both poetry and photography. I am not sure how many variations on the overall theme will emerge. Already there are versions I had not dreamed about. I find the merging of words into visual art in graphic artistry a particularly inspiring form. Poetry condenses experience. A photographer or graphic artist can do the same with a visual image.

VIDEO POETRY

Some of us are beginning to explore spoken poetry alongside a series of video images.

You can see examples here: 

and here: 



Critical evaluation

            
Poetry and Pictures will receive much unkind critical comment from both poets and visual artists. A poetry critic is likely to think that a specific image can only diminish the power of the inner imagery generated by a poem. Sometimes and for some people this will be true. At others it will not. Poets may write in such a way that the two interweave. 

Visual artists often protest that words detract from the image. But our culture is saturated with low grade imagery, devoid of emotional content. Some images are poetic on their own. Most are not. Individual P&P artists are building their own fascinating, challenging, even riveting approaches to this work. It is much too early to make adequate judgements.

I am indebted to Martin Kimeldorf, a member of the Poetry and Pictures International Group, currently hosted on the flickr website, for the suggestion that we are creating a new folk art. Just as great novels grow out of fairy tales and great symphonies build from folk songs, so we may be able to create works of art at many different levels of merit and complexity. The way we identify ourselves as human beings and relate to each other as people is already being transformed by web formats such as Facebook, and twitter, as well as weblogs. Poetry and Pictures can be incorporated into such a web format to create a way for everyone to develop self expression, self affirmation, a new kind of intimacy, friendship and better social relationships. The international group I have formed currently uses these very powerful tools for communication both in words and pictures which is provided by flickr.com. It is not perfect, since it is primarily designed for photo sharing rather than poetry. But the group already had 180 members within a month of starting, and representatives from Europe, North America and Asia. Within two years it had members from every continent. It grows at about 20 new members a month. There are now over 600 members. Oxfordshire has some of the leading lights, which include Mike Jones and Giles Watson.
BBC GCSE revision

Anyone teaching or taking GCSE English will now be familiar with images being run alongside poetry. The BBC has made this a major feature of its revision format.


Biographical note

Nick Owen is a poet, playwright and photographer with over thirty years experience in the field of personal development education, working with all ages from unborn babies and their parents through to old people’s reminiscence groups. He has been a director of a school of psychotherapy. Nick recently won the Witney Calendar Photography competition.

 To find out more visit   www.nickowenphotography.co.uk


A course in poem-picture making at the Ashmolean Museum

Learn to use both sides of your brain to create images and poems which combine to make "poem-picture art". Working from objects in the museum the course helps you towards a public performance and display at the Ashmolean. In four two-hour sessions you learn about creating images from museum objects and writing poems to go with them. The museum can supply cameras and art materials or you can bring your own. The course leader, Nick Owen, uses process-oriented psychology to develop your writing skills.

People who have done the art appreciation and photography courses at the Ashmolean may find this course builds on from those courses.

More information from the museum education department, the “What’s On” Brochure for the autumn
or



Poetry Recitals at the Ashmolean Museum

In celebration of Edward Lear, the famous Victorian poet and artist, the Ashmolean offers three sets of poetry readings in galleries at the museum this autumn. Some of the best Oxfordshire poets will share poems written to celebrate Edward Lear’s works, or other objects in the museum. Visitors will gather in the Randolf Gallery and be led to spots in the museum, where poets both read and explain their work. People who join the “poetry and pictures” course this autumn will also be able to read their work at a special recital on 17 November.

Times 12.00 - 13.30  and  14.30 - 16.00

Dates 6 October, 3 November, 17 November

More information from the museum education department, the “What’s On” Brochure for the autumn
or



Friday, 9 November 2012

Provisional Gallery Performances for November the seventeenth.







Poet                                          Title                                                        Object/place


Merryn Williams                   Admiring the still lives                         Still life gallery

Giles Watson                          The pearl                                                mediaeval gallery

Vahni Capildeo                      Handfast                                       Hawking glove. Room 8

Jennifer McGowan                 What Mr Lear Saw                         Lear Exhibition

Diana Moore                        Ashmole- Lear-ean                               Lear Exhibition

Nick Owen                           Gorilla                                                      Lear Exhibition


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Not yet confirmed

Louise Larchbourne

Geraldine Clarkson

Tuesday, 30 October 2012

Poetry at the Ashmolean this Saturday 3 November


2 readings. 12.00 -13.30  14.30- 16.00

Check for more information about the poems and the writers on their profiles.

Each reader has 10 minutes to introduce read and answer questions.

1          Sarianne Durie            Sphinx
2          Pauletter Mae             The ghosts of the five moons
3          Jalina Mhyana            Seeding Prometheus  
4          Louise Larchbourne    Earth Wash
5          Sean Quinn                 Cloud Mantle
6          Paul Surman               The Road to Emmaus
7          Diana Moore               Ashmo-Lear-ean

Monday, 22 October 2012

Notes on the first presentation of poetry at the museum.



                                                                                                                                The Alfred Jewel  


                         The past is a storehouse of precious things:
                   curious fragments and confusing questions,
                   stories and objects, strangeness and sameness.
                   Museums remind us of the mysteries of time:
                   everything changes, everyone dies.
                   Our age will vanish, as Alfred's has done.
                      Those days are gone; these too will pass

This stanza is probably the most resonant for me of everything we did on Saturday October 6th. There was a moment as John read “those days are gone; these too will pass,” when I slipped out of time and into some other sphere, which I might be tempted to call “the eternal”. 

I have spent too little time in museums. I am only just connecting with them fully.

Giles sometimes looks as if he belongs in a museum, with his wild hair and his PhD in medaieval studies. Mark Maker was read in one of the the place’s darkest spots, which made it very hard to see or video. Someone asked him if his work was all about making marks in the landscape. That could be right. People should look at his stuff on youtube and flickr. John was impressed with Mark Maker. He said there are two kinds of poems, the ones you wish you had written yourself and the others. This came into the first category. Giles is hosting Christopher Reid at the Wantage Literature Festival on Wednesday 31. Worth a ticket I think.

Vahni bravely turned up feeling fluish, but still drew us into the magic of how a museum can turn into a place of worship or sanctuary. She looked a little like a saint with a very bright halo above her head, made by the light of her object.

David gave us the most amusing moment of the tour. I had to ask him how he had resisted the “irresistible” pull of the object in his “Do not touch.” He said he had been well brought up. 

A poet well brought up! I still remember reshaping a piece of sculpture in the Haywood, which someone seemed to have sat on. That was the seventies. No one objected. Today I would go to jail. I would not dare. David was fortunate in having a well lit place to recite. I never gave a thought to the fact that it is not allowed to make videos in there. Modern art is much to be protected. 
Jude, our very helpful hostess said it was allowed, this time.  I could not help but feel angry that a sculpture is “for our eyes only”. There is something about sculpture that is essentially haptic. It should be touched. Nothing is everlasting, nor should a museum have the delusion that it can make it so.

These days shall pass
Everything changes

I look forward to David’s poem about the Stradivarius that no one must ever play. It is in there somewhere.

Jenifer entertained us with different ways of reading nonsense. She emphasised how much we bring to the object and the poem in our listening and perceiving. I would have focused more on the meanings that lie hidden in nonsense that are sneaking through to us. I had hoped to lecture on sense and nonsense in psychology and art this term, but it was not to be. Both points of view are worthwhile.

Then it was my turn. I felt happier doing the performance than in looking at it on video afterwards. I am slowly making them into something just about watchable on Youtube, linked to the blog. 

Do tell me if you don’t want to be seen. 

Someone made off with one of my poem-pictures from it, so I suppose it wasn’t too bad. 

The audience in the Lear Gallery was a good one. I was able to lower my voice to a whisper for the relevant part, and I heard no other voices.


Sunday, 21 October 2012

If you like this weblog you might also enjoy this one

http://allsortspoetry.blogspot.co.uk/

What it says on the tin- a mixed bag of things to do with poetry. If you want to write something for it please go ahead and send it to me

nick.transitions@gmail.com

Please also send me anything you would like to add about the first set of performances at the Ashmolean.

Saturday, 20 October 2012

November 3 2012 Gallery Performances


The order of running is not yet fixed, but here are the times and names of performers with their works and objects.

Session 1  12.00-13.30

Session 2  14.30-16.00

Please gather in the Randolph Gallery on the left of the main entrance.


Poet                           Poet                   Object/location


Sarianne Durie                      Sphinx                                        Randolph gallery


Jalina Mhyana                       Seeding Prometheus                       Piero di Cosimo/ The Forest Fire


Diana Moore                         ASHMO-LEAR-EAN                     Nonsense Poetry/Lear exhibition

   
 Paulette Mae                   'the ghosts of the five moons'       'Fishing nets' by Yang Yanping (LI1486.4)

               
 Louise Larchbourne         Earth Wash           Virgin and child with St Joseph


Paul Surman              The road to Emmaus     John Linnell 1792-1882.      Room 66


Sean Quinn                Cloud Mantle   John, Count of Nassau, van Dyck    Room44

Tuesday, 9 October 2012

Update on the road to Emmaus


THE ROAD TO EMMAUS
It was the weather of a dream,
like some rough fabric we wore
that chafed, a thin lightning
crackling uninvited
through the general disturbance
of our flesh: but our thoughts
were worse. We stumbled past things
as if they were illusions.
The road a deep-rutted curse,
skewed by imaginings,
and us alone on it, silent
inside the mutterings of our thoughts.
Everywhere the heat shouted at us
from a text of light on rocks,
obscure sayings from a book
of the inert that seemed to say
this is it, this is all there is.
Then he was there beside us,
a stranger asking us what it was
we had said; cruel, he called us fools
and slow of heart, quoted scriptures,
as day turned to a heavy night
that blundered along with us,
until on arrival we asked him in
to eat. That’s when the dull
pressure of fear and heat was released―
and we were amazed by sudden
recognition, not of man or god,
but of a simple gesture, plain
as the blessing and breaking of bread.

Paul Surman