searching for words / yn chwilio am geiriau

leaf & feather

2012-02-11T18:52:00.000Z

the thin line between leaf & feather.
skin. surface. scribe.
feather leather leaf.
quill vellum page

a word, just one word: llym

2012-01-02T11:06:00.004Z

llym 1. strict adj. keen adj. acute adj. severe adj.
llym (bad tempered, spiteful) 2. vicious adj.
llym (taste, smell) 3. poignant adj.

I became caught up in a word yesterday. In the context that I found it - llym y llygaid: eyes, for lesser celendine - what does it mean? The petals are sharp, perhaps keen. Or could there be a moment of synesthesia: taste and smell transposed to sight?

I'm not the only one who likes footnotes...

2011-11-23T12:21:00.003Z

words, found

2011-11-15T09:44:00.001Z

Link to some wordy stuff over at Flo Fflach

y lle hwn, yma | this place, here

2011-08-08T10:55:00.000Z

Please follow this link to y lle hwn, yma this place, here, for information on an exhibition in CaerdyddCardiff at the begining of September

more they also...

2011-08-08T09:50:00.001Z

Woodlane Campus, University College Falmouth.

Performance Centre, Tremough Campus, University College Falmouth

Admin block, Tremough Campus, University College Falmouth

June 2011

They also serve who only stand & wait.
[Milton: on his blindness]

they also

2011-08-06T17:47:00.000Z

November 2010, Arnolfini, reading room
also at the arnolfini, a different pposition, spotted by someone else

November 2010

They also serve who only stand & wait.
[Milton: on his blindness]

beginnings of a part of a piece [probably best performed live as a competition of quick wit...more about that another day]

2011-06-30T17:30:00.000Z

he came down. he is to take. You must visit him. he comes. the girls may go. you may send them. you must indeed go. he comes. Sir William and Lady Lucas are determined to go. you must go.
he should not go. you should have gone. he left the room.
Mr Bingley will dance. he would return. Mr Bingley returned. sat with him in his library. the party entered the assembly room. Mr Darcy soon drew the attention of the room. he danced. Mr Darcy danced. Elizabeth Bennet had been obliged to sit down. Mr Darcy had been standing. You are dancing. one of her sisters sitting down. turning round he looked. You had better return. Mr Darcy walked off. Elizabeth remained. Mr Bingley had danced. They returned. she entered the room. And danced with her. He danced. as she was going down. he danced. He walked here. he walked there
he danced. he had danced. I would not dance. I promise you never to dance.
The visit was returned. She danced. two or three officers joined in dancing. Mr Darcy stood near. Elizabeth moving. are you not dancing? I have not the least intention of dancing. Elizabeth turned away.
Colonel Forster and Captain Carter do not go. he sees them standing in Clarkes’s library. it came. the servant waited. Come as soon as you can. You had better go. I had much rather go. Jane was obliged to go. her mother attended her to the door. A servant from Netherfield brought. I would go. Elizabeth was determined to go. We will go. three young ladies set off. they walked. they parted. Elizabeth continued her walk. crossing field after field. jumping. springing. She was shown to the breakfast-parlour. she should have walked. though up to leave her room. Elizabeth was glad to be taken to her. delighted at her entrance. Miss Bingley left them. they were joined. The apothecary came. Elizabeth did not quit. being out. A servant was dispatched
The two ladies retired. Elizabeth was summoned. Elizabeth sat. she returned. as soon as she was out of the room. must she be scampering about. When she came into the room. they repaired to her room on leaving the dining-parlour and sat with her until summoned. On entering the dining room. She drew near the card-table and stationed herself between Mr Bingley and his eldest sister. Elizabeth left the room. Elizabeth joined them
Elizabeth passed the chief of the night in her sister’s room. The note was immediately dispatched. After sitting. the mother and three daughters all attended her in the breakfast-parlour. if I should resolve to quit. I should probably be off I consider myself as quite fixed here. Charlotte Lucas had been at Longbourn since her coming away. she called. she would go home. put herself forward. then departed. Elizabeth returned
Elizabeth joined their party in the drawing-room. Mr Darcy was writing Miss Bingley, You should be gone. you had better stay. You would probably not go. We may as well wait. Miss Bingley moved. she seated herself. as she turned over some music books. Mr Darcy drawing near. they were walking. they were met from another walk. you intended to walk. Taking the disengaged arm she left Elizabeth to walk. We had better go into the avenue. stay. She then ran. she rambled. leaving her room
When the ladies removed. Elizabeth ran. attended her to the drawing-room. the gentlemen entered. Before he had advanced. she removed. He then sat down to stretch. Darcy took up a book. threw. He may go. got up and walked. Elizabeth turned away
Elizabeth wrote. going was deferred. they were to go. they parted. Elizabeth took leave. their coming.
I know of nobody that is coming. I received this letter. I answered it. receiving me into your house. He folded up the letter. Let him to come. Mr Collins was punctual to his time, and was received. had not been seated long. He was interrupted by a summons to dinner. The hall, the dining-room and all its furniture.
when the servants were withdrawn. Some shelves in the closets upstairs. The garden in which stands my humble abode is separated only by a lane from Rosings Park. Mr Bennet was glad to take his guest into the drawing-room. a book was produced. I shall walk. when Mr Denny comes back from town. Mr Collins much offended laid aside his book. Seated himself at another table.
While Mrs Bennet was stirring. Lydia’s intention of walking. have his library to himself. thither Mr Collins had followed him. Inviting Mr Collins to join his daughters in their walk. extremely well pleased to close his large book and go. their time passed till they entered. walking with an officer. he bowed as they passed. Kitty and Lydia, lead the way across the street. the two gentlemen turning back had reached the same spot. Mr Wickham who had returned. Darcy and Bingley were seen riding down the street. the two gentlemen came directly towards them. Mr Wickham after a few moments, touched his hat. took leave and rode on.

Contexture, University College Falmouth

2011-06-30T10:17:00.003Z

Contexture, Woodlane Campus, University College Falmouth June 2011
woven paper on string, old paper [perhaps 40 years or more] printed, text printed on canvas.

about the creation
words printed on canvas

It was in a cube space of its own - I failed to take a photo of whole space - two people have said they will send image...but haven't...

by the accidental dropping of the D in the title, it became a question.
more words added on seing the work [it was in a lovely three sided cube...space...

writing during a performance

2011-06-16T08:07:00.000Z

Gwrando showing some of their Capeli work at Capel Y Graig

[this means I was not perhaps as attentive as I should have been - can't read all of my scribbles]

This chapel smells like a catholic church. It didn’t last week.

An hum de run
An hum de run
An hun
Anhun
They are almost singing the word
they are almost chanting the word
they chant their song on the word
a mumble of speech on the word
[it is Pentecost, it is an almost singing]

Horseback now it has been deconsecrated although situation there are many don’t come financially corrugated iron overlooking the valley clean and fresh bright light keep chapel Sunday school celebrations we found to you trees marriage certificates pools of daisies the problem of capel also the service every Sunday throughout later this chapel sun he opened up for us the chapel itself inside the health and safety bars more best acoustics builders meant to have finished hadn’t thick dust spray polish silence shuffling whispering there was a murmur some intrigue he was waiting thinking fresh flowers the chapel inside very impressive of whom he is the carpet complain it used to be three hundred by the first time the cleaners arrived so much dust sound is wonderful vibrations rudely interrupted.

The insistent heart beat and the preacher punching the air

Great to pedal
Swell to pedal

www.gwrando.org

V V V

2011-06-15T20:20:00.000Z

The multiple split book that meets at the fold, the one fold many times repeated. Only in our heads can we imagine this whole by imagining the pages sliding into each other, meeting at the fold. A projection of light images fired into the same space allowing a sliding into but not mingling not merging, they still need their distinct pages but allow blanks to be filled by the fullness of pages. Still that hint whisper of the blank of the nothingness of the silence
Beginning

after, in the wake of...crwydro'r byd

2011-06-07T09:09:00.000Z

one speaks while hearing one’s own speaking, wedding the self and sound as a singular event... since the voice is capable of being internalized at the same time as it is externalized, it can spill over from subject to object and object to subject, violating the bodily limits upon which classic subjectivity depends (LaBelle, B. (2010). Background Noise. New York/ London: Continuum)

The voice is also felt in the body: it vibrates, through breath, in the diaphragm, the folds of the vocal chords and in the eardrum.

Words that desire to be said, that cannot be said, not publically said. The unsaid is part of us is held, holds us. Words woven into a nest that sits in the hand, long string imply possible future weavings. Words made material, 3 dimensional, words safe enough to give to you – but silent, unreadable words. I also give my words to a stranger [ripped into strips, rearranged, retyped, remade], he sits back to back with me, reads my fragmented words, I cannot see him, I can hear his voice as he spills his/my body out, I feel my words as his rib cage resonates against mine. Self and other.

I embody the words. I disembody the words – hand them over, both readable and unreadable, I re-embody the words both feeling/hearing them come back to me and as I weave. I hear and feel my words but do not speak them.

also see

scribble scribble

2011-03-19T08:36:00.000Z

a poem or a drawing?

Ysgwydd

2011-02-28T19:38:00.000Z

I've done it! Recorded a sound piece and uploaded it onto SoundCloud
Ysgwydd the sound
and the script

finding wings....

meaning in the poetic

2011-02-12T14:25:00.000Z

It is poetics that can sometimes impart meaning...meaning that cannot be gleaned from more "unpoetic" writings. Came up with this thought whilst discussing translations of the bible with an anglo-catholic parish priest via Twitter. So these internet time wastes/side tracks are not such time wastes after all...

Dw i’n crwydro’r byd yn chwilio am nghrud

2010-12-17T10:33:00.000Z

This was turned into a perfomance piece shown at Beyond text: making Unmaking at The Centre for creative collaboration, Kings Cross, London. I wove and sitting back to back with me was a man reading the text I was weaving but in a unmade remade state (it included the text shown below that is folded into the cradle. We weave our complicated lives. Behind the smile can be layers of grief, anger, loneliness. Vice versa that grumpy faced person might secretly enjoy life. Perhaps if a person goes through therapy they can unload some of the stuff. But also it is this stuff that makes us, forms us. Do we hold it or are we held by it? I print out my words onto old paper, paper that might be from my childhood, could be as old as, even older than, me. (The modern printer doesn’t like it.) It is torn lengthways and woven onto a warp of string…I have so many balls of string. These two and a half fragile pages become something else, a form, a cupped shape. I knot the warp threads then turn it inside out. Where the paper has been pressed against the card loom it is smoother. I present something smoother to the eye. I can hold it in my hand, something that can contain, something that contains in itself. Text textiles Weave leave weft left leave behind what is left? shown but hidden public but private domestic inside is a record of two strips, justified. A record of all the strips shuffled, of whole words, is made....this can be read out should I perform the making. With great care it might be possible to unweave it and make something of the written text. But then the container would be lost. The idea to create the “cradle” and the text to use for it came simultaneously. I wanted thin paper for practical reasons but also realised that I had the old typewriter paper and that it probably at least matched me for age, it was relevant. Fine paper, the sort of paper that was used for a duplicate on a typewriter, a trace a ghosting. A life time of weaving my tale, a tangle of warp that could take some more weft.
a longer piece of writing about this work will follow......eventually also see here
I have previously used the theme of wandering the world searching for my "nest" .
Dedicated to Rheinallt H Rowlands R.I.P.

road trip planned

2010-11-25T08:40:00.000Z

found on an old map of Cornwall
performance writing?

5 non standard pages - not presented #2

2010-11-14T16:32:00.000Z

Blodeuwedd was made from flowers and turned into an owl as punishment. Some say she needs to be flowers again, i say she needs to be both owl and flowers.

For more information click here

reconcile /,ri:k¥n,sail/ v.tr 1 Make friendly again after estrangement. 2 (usu. in refl. or passive; foll. by to) make acquiescent or contentedly submissive to (something disagreeable or unwelcome) (was reconciled to failure). 3 settle (a quarrel etc.). 4 a harmonize; make compatible. b show the the compatibility of by argument or in practice (cannot reconcile your views with the facts)
reconcilement the bringing to agreement things at variance

5 non standard pages - not presented #1

2010-11-09T20:07:00.000Z

above: in the bag, the pages inside (spac[e] not showing clearly)
below: inside

for a text of over 1000 words about this piece please click here

manifesto

2010-11-02T12:44:00.000Z

mynd y tu hwnt y'r pwynt yma

relax and assume the position (Devo)

the word is y gair
the rabbit is y chwningen

I choose celibacy (before it chooses me). Or at least meet it half way if/as I am a little late in my choosing

no genderiing is accurate

purity does not exist (unless you want to talk chemistry
mud exists.
comic sans exists but maybe it shouldn't
heirachies , except on the page, should not exist

skin does not reveal inner beauty

egg moons are the best mmoon, whether they are waxing or waning

don't worry, when words confound resort to the body.

The words that speak up from the mangled bodies of human beings. This is the fallout that covers everything on earth now....Fact is the train don’t come on time for nobody except those who should walk all the way to hell on their own backs. (Kenneth Patchen)

go beyond the point here. I am itinerant.

They also serve who only stand and wait (Milton)

Are all your selves in agreement? (cLOUDDEAD)

MA in the reading room (Arnolfini, Bristol)

2010-10-18T18:03:00.000Z

A sculptural book of found words and a card of explaination/theory.

Text:
A Thousand Plateaus, Deleuze & Guattari
Found in the room (D&G were found in room too)

recycled paper & envelope. card: 300g/m2 canson montval

hwyl

2010-09-27T17:13:00.000Z

beth yw hwyl?

not really [this entry on wikipedia has changed since I made the link!] but is a bit, especially the bit about sailing on a sea of good feeling. better, but only in a pedestrian way.

ysbryd filled with air, gyda bywyd

a place can have it, a person can be full of it...and you'd defnyddio it to say goodbye.

good feeling with breath....

found

2010-08-05T08:53:00.000Z

the real problem, I see it in my lucid moments, is the incapacity of language, to deal with the complexity of life when categories become fluid.....

found on a scrap of paper, I think I wrote this in about 1998 when researching dissertation for fine art BA.

They Said

2010-04-30T14:58:00.000Z

They said if I ever betrayed them
they’d climb up through the floor boards
and tie the dog’s ears to
a tea towel
I said apron strings would be more useful
they said it was not possible to climb through apron strings
I disputed that
but thought the debate would last all night
and there wasn’t time
as the dogs flapping ears testified.
The red carpet wrapped around the green shoes
and slowly but surely
the tea towel was pulled from under our feet with incredible discretion
they politely said
enough was enough
I also disputed that
because red is just too
much
even the dog knows that
but because of the angels
we thought it best to keep quiet on that one
generally speaking it never quite works
I’m sure it’s the whiskers
I never betray even the longest Apron Strings
they are usually flowery and I don’t see that it matters anyway.
Pink has always been important to me
thick to the back teeth pink
the sound of a silent room sort of pink
so pale it’s not white
dense fog
cat curling pink

A plant game for the Arnolfini, Bristol.

2010-04-30T12:35:00.000Z

All plants used in this game were found within several metres of the building – even right up against it. All were recorded on March 29th 2010.

Each plant has 4 cards containing different information. Different ways of reading the plants, translations.

A sentence of response from me. A list of names in different languages. An action.
A layman’s description
A more technical description
Traditional uses. What I would use it for.

The Game:
Cut up the cards shuffle text side up. Sort out the cards for each plant. Turn over the cards to see if you are right!

Additions to the game: actions:

7 people can play together simultaneously by reading their instructions first. They could be read their instructions one at a time. Or one person could read/be read the instructions and complete the actions. The plants could be found outside and the actions performed beside them. Or any other way you may devise to play.

If the actions are read out as performed then those that cannot see can imagine. The actions are simple/gentle enough to be performed with someone (with permission) who cannot see or hear.

The 7 plants are:

Common Chickweed Stellaria media
Common Mouse-ear Cerastium fontanum
Dandelion Taraxacum officinale agg
Groundsel Senico vulgaris
Herb Robert/stinking Bob Geranium robertianum
Petty spurge/stinking milkweed Euphorbia peplus
Sheherd’s purse Capsella bursa-pastoris

I have used various references and my own long collected information. In particular: Reader’s Digest Field Guide to Wild Flowers of Britain; The Wild Flower Key, Francis Rose, Warne; Culpeper’s Complete Herbal; Mrs Grieve’s Modern Herbal

contact fflofflach@yahoo.co.uk for further details, the booklet is £6.00 including 2nd postage to UK. It comes perforated for instant use or unperforated (perforated could enable the quick witted to cheat a little at the game...)

see a map and pictures here

see all the text here

// /_

2010-03-15T11:38:00.001Z

incline list leaning // slanting sloping shifting slip // tilt tipping topple/_