The Bury Poems 3: The Rock

Image copyright The Frances Frith Collection.

Back in 2021, I was commissioned at part of Bury’s Town of Culture to create a series of poems in responses to the history of the town- I realised recently that although they were performed and displayed at Bury Art Museum, they were never published anywhere so I am going to post all five over the next few weeks. Each one involved walking these places I am familiar with, reconnect with them and then digging deep in the archives to find hidden stories.

The rock

Dark night, full moon

A burning trail across the night sky

A meteorite, big as a house

Slams into ancient Bury.

The Rock.

The druids gathered

Dark night to bright morning

The chants raising to a crescendo as the sun peeks perfectly over the holy stone.

It is summer, the solstice

The Rock.

Tied fast with both hands.

Guilty as charged.

A thief and a drunkard.

Three days, publicly shamed.

Like Prometheus tied.

The Rock.

“The Romans brought it”

“No I heard the Celts”

“There is no rock on the rock, the rock was a road, or a river or something”

But the stories?

Just rumours,

But the tales

They will tell.

Look now – and the story is you.

Every shining glass surface,

Reflects us now.

Who we are.

Our head briefly and awkwardly poised on mannequins before we move on,

Their outstretched hands

 welcome us, but don’t know us,

As we pass between,

Buy,

And leave.

Never noticing the path, the river, the road or the route

That brought us here

The foundation that everything was built upon

The Rock.

So when the bags are not too heavy,

Or you have a moment to spare,

Find the gravestones they left.

The stone road,

That will lead you back,

To the heart, the centre

The Rock.

200 hundred years of history…in three poems!

It was a real pleasure to have been commisioned by the It Started With a Seed International Storytelling Festival as part of the 2024 Manchester Histories Festival to write a sries of poems in response to the 200 Year annivesary of Manchester Metropolitan Univesity. When I first saw the shout out for this project, I knew it would give me the opportunity to engage with not only the archive history of the university, but also its growth and development alongside Manchester, its current position in the city (spatially and historically) and what the future of its presence in the city might look and feel like. READ ALL THE POEMS HERE

The process of writing involved a combination of archive resarch, visits to the amazing staff at MMU Special Collections (who were so generous and helpful with their time) and a series of site vists and walking tours- one of which I led with a group of fantastic architecture students.

This vast hoistry was almost duanting in its scope so to structure the response, I conceptualised three phases and three poems: Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow. Yestedray was focused on the origns and legacy, Today looked at where the university sits as part of the current make-up of Manchester and Tomorrow as a more speculative view of the possible future.

Finding hidden histories in archives and developing a better understanding of where the univesity came from (aided in a massive way by two fantastic books Many Arts, Many Skills: Origins of Manchester Metropolitan and Manchester Metropolitan University: images of history) and what it became while having time to explore the site on foot and really engage with the pysical space of the campus was really inspirational and helped me write three poems I was really very proud of. This culimated reading all three poems at the launch of the festival in the iconic Central Library– the right words in the right place at the right time; a real dream. It was also amazing to hear and see the responses of the other comissioned artists too- what an amazing range of work looking at the same subject from a multiplicity of angles. I also produced three sculptures inspired by my research; bricks which matched the building of the campus etched on their “spines” with titles of books from the special collections. The poems will be published later this year and there may yet be some more events and opportunities to share. A small fragment of the whole though which I feel captures the essence of the commission.

The solution to the puzzle of the future

Is within you.

Nestled spark to burning ember,

Guiding light to flaming torch,

bringing clarity, showing us the way

Out of the darkness.

If you build it…

 

It’s has been a long time in the making and Pomona seems an awfully long time ago but fellow artist and writer Lee Ashworth and myself have finally got around to putting together our new exhibition “Living and Dying in Our Grandfathers’ Houses” which will open on 24th May 2018 at Insitu in Manchester. Preview is 6-8pm

We have been working on this for a long time and unlike the Pomona exhibitions the source material is much more emotionally and physically close to us as it relates to shared experiences, family memory and place. It is also the first exhibition under our joint working title The Manchester Art Authority

I don’t want to give to much away as we would like the work to speak for itself. The exhibition runs from the preview on the Thursday night, all day Friday and all day Saturday.