Dispatches from the Field
#019 Literary Echoes
‘EMILY FALLING IN THE LIBRARY’ BY VIKRAM KUSHWAH ‘Either the well was very deep, or she fell very slowly, for she had plenty of time as she went down to look about her and to wonder what was going to happen next. First, she tried to look down and make out what she was coming […]
#018 Literary Echoes
‘DANDELION’ BY RUDI KEATS ‘Simple and fresh and fair from winter’s close emerging, As if no artifice of fashion, business, politics, had ever been, Forth from its sunny nook of shelter’d grass—innocent, golden, calm as the dawn, The spring’s first dandelion shows its trustful face.’ WALT WHITMAN
Pilgrims on the Road to Meaning: Michaela Hollyfield
In his Reith lectures Grayson Perry called artists “Pilgrims on the Road to Meaning”. At New Blood Art we wanted to gain insight into our artists personal roads to meaning so we asked them 3 questions: – Michaela Hollyfield The moment when you are at a party (for example) and someone asks: ‘What do you do?’ […]
#017 Literary Echoes
‘EMPRESS’ BY JACKY HUTSON ‘To other women the choice of clothes was a form of ingenious exhibition, a shameless seduction. To me, dresses were like a breastplate that I put on to set off to war against this life.’ SHAN SA
#016 Literary Echoes
‘NOT READY’ BY MICHAEL HOWARD ‘Be to her, Persephone, All the things I might not be: Take her head upon your knee. She that was so proud and wild, Flippant, arrogant and free, She that had no need of me, Is a little lonely child Lost in Hell,—Persephone, Take her head upon your knee: Say […]
#014 Literary Echoes
‘MONSIEUR LE RENARD’ BY MICHAELA HOLLYFIELD ‘In the hole lived Mr. Fox and Mrs. Fox and their four small Foxes.’ ‘I think I have this thing where everybody has to think I’m the greatest. And if they aren’t completely knocked out and dazzled and slightly intimidated by me, I don’t feel good about myself.’ ROAHL […]
#013 Literary Echoes
‘CLIMBERS SERIES NO.5’ BY EMILY HILLIER ‘The mountain seems no more a soulless thing, But rather as a shape of ancient fear, In darkness and the winds of Chaos born Amid the lordless heavens’ thundering– A Presence crouched, enormous and austere, Before whose feet the mighty waters mourn.’ GEORGE STERLING
Pilgrims on the Road to Meaning: Stephen Todd
In his Reith lectures Grayson Perry called artists “Pilgrims on the Road to Meaning”. At New Blood Art we wanted to gain insight into our artists personal roads to meaning so we asked them 3 questions. – Stephen Todd The moment when you are at a party (for example) and someone asks: ‘What do you do?’ […]
#011 Literary Echoes
‘DOG HOUSE’ BY JANE HANFORD ‘Dogs can never speak the language of humans, and humans can never speak the language of dogs. But many dogs can understand almost every word humans say, while humans seldom learn to recognize more than half a dozen barks, if that . . . Then there are the snufflings and […]
#010 Literary Echoes
‘EMPTINESS-SING HER THE BLUES, 2015’ by DURA Today, like every other day, we wake up empty and frightened. Don’t open the door to the study and begin reading. Take down the dulcimer. Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground. MEVLANA JELALUDDIN RUMI