Did you know that a fox is uma raposa and a bowtie is um laçarote? But that in french, a fox is un renard and a bowtie is a un noeud papillon (literally a butterfly knot)? I probably will never need those words, but they are a delight to say.
#LockdownDiary – One of many – Day 20
I have been spending a lot of time in my head since lockdown began. I have thought of who I was and I have considered who I will be. But I have rarely thought of the present. This, now, is a transient time. It is out of life and I have treated it as such.
#LockdownDiary – One of many – Day 19
I don’t voice my next thought but sometimes I feel guilty at not being more angry or engaged with what is going on in the world. It’s not that I don’t care about how the government is behaving or how inequalities are laid bare. It’s not that I don’t see the opportunities to bring about change and evolution in our societies. But I do not have the mental space to act or think about all this.
Findings – Week 08
Findings - Week 08
Folk on Foot, Soundmarks, From up on Poppy HillOne of my aim for 2020 is to be more conscious of the time I spend reading/listening/watching new (to me) creative projects. I want to actively make time for other people’s work and creativity in my life. One way of achieving this has been to be more focused with my time but as the year gets busier, I am going to to lose that focus. To combat this, I am going to publicly share a list of works I’ve been enjoying on a weekly basis.
Folk on Foot – Front Room Festival
On the bank holiday Monday, Folk on Foot organised a festival from musicians front rooms to ours. Over seven hours, music streamed, all recordings home-made and entertaining. Folk music is something I’ve been discovering recently and it was great to hear so many artists in one place.
The livestream is still available but if you only want the highlights, you can listen here.
Rose Ferraby and Rob St. John – Soundmarks
Soundmarks is a collaboration between archaeologist Rose Ferraby and artist Rob St John. Together they explore the sub surface of Aldborough Roman Town in North Yorkshire.
Through field recordings, music, drawings, and archaeology, they weave in stories of the past with the present, mix knowledge and poetry together, and explore the relationship between time, boundaries, and memory.
You can discover more about the project on its website.
Gorō Miyazaki – From Up On Poppy Hill
Set in 1963 in Japan, the film tells the story of Umi Matsuzaki, a high school girl living in a boarding house. When Umi meets Shun Kazama, a member of the school’s newspaper club, they decide to clean up the school’s clubhouse to help save it from demolition.
It is a quiet film about family, history, and heritage. Gentle and slow, it is set against the historic background of the Olympics coming to Tokyo. You can see society changing but this is not what this film is about. Instead it celebrates everyday life and experiences that get lost in history books.
What have you been enjoying this week?
#LockdownDiary – One of many – Day 18
Heavy with cheese and dozy from the alcohol, we say our goodbyes and retire to the sofa. We put on a film and it isn’t long until I slumber on my partner lap, half asleep.
#LockdownDiary – One of many – Day 17
For ten minutes, I get to know my neighbours a bit better. The short waves, the friendly smiles now extended to words and names exchanged. I want to help but I feel powerless. How do you help someone you do not know? How do you help someone who is healthy and secure but is finding it difficult to bear the mental weight of isolation?
#LockdownDiary – One of many – Day 16
Walking is, in part, about not thinking. My body takes over and I am free to wonder and wander. There are boundaries that keep me safe. The pavement is not for cars, the red light will stop the bus. Those boundaries are gone and a walk now requires thoughts and analysis. There are cars to take into account but also cyclists, runners, and other pedestrians too.
#LockdownDiary – One of many – Day 15
Today I have been feeling down. It’s not an overwhelming feeling, more of a presence hovering inside of me. It’s balanced on a thin line, about to collapse at any moment, break, and take over me. I pause every now and again and think about that feeling, that line. I imagine it stretched just right and I will the thing on it to keep balancing. And it does.
#LockdownDiary – One of many – Day 14
I met J on the first week-end of February when we helped the local nature reserve volunteer group dig up saplings from the grass meadow. We hadn’t talk all that much. The work was solitary and she had to leave early. But we did figure out that we live in the same street. I knew her house by the cats surrounding it and the collection of teddy bears in the window.
#LockdownDiary – One of many – Day 11 to 13
I roll over in bed and grumble at the sharp repeated note in the air. Who is taking so long to disable their alarm on a Saturday morning? The note carries on, shrill and loud. I turn on my back and listen closer to identify the culprit. It is not an alarm. It is a bird. I smile at my own stupidity. Of course it is a bird.