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ghost life from behind a door spiralled shut and beyond reach (a boy in a hole)
weekend-wanderers stop for vit supps as sun pops to clunk of scaffold drops
the luminous sift boogie shells as grifters drift over land and air
loaded on rum we fill land fill with 50 tonnes of fun
‘pop’, winkworth place, bs2
‘miss the bank’, bishop st, bs2
‘uk garage’, dean st, bs2
‘body’, dean st, bs2
‘exit signs’, st paul’s church, bs2
‘play ground’, st paul’s church, bs2
‘stickers’, grosvenor rd, bs2
‘carrot is the colour’, grosvenor rd, bs2
‘freesomm!’, wilder st, bs2
‘grifters drift’, grosvenor rd, bs2
‘last man standing’, city road, bs2
‘lost property’, portland square, bs2
‘the last pasture’, portland square, bs2
‘the first lady’, off grosvenor, bs2
‘dry rum’, grosvenor rd, bs2
‘revival’, grosvenor rd, bs2
‘reduce, re-use, recycle’, grosvenor rd, bs2
‘lull’, grosvenor rd, bs2
‘jeff’, grosvenor rd, bs2
‘matthew’, grosvenor rd, bs2
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libraries are a service for everyone
“the st pauls learning & family centre is part of bristol libraries run and managed by bristol city council. the council supports the programme of activities and services run from the building and works with learning partners to deliver courses and adult learning. this st. pauls conversation is about finding out what customers, staff and the community think is working well, could be improved and how the future might develop.” ~ kate murray
the st pauls conversation: “we are using design and co-creation to bridge the gap between budget cuts in public services and the people who use them.”
i was taking photos at last weekend’s event, alongside the ideas monster
here is the website for our local library containing two photos i took at last years st paul’s carnival
‘bad acid’, bishop st, st. paul’s, bristol 2
‘bin frame (reduce, re-use, recycle)’, little bishop st, st. pauls, bristol 2
gone half past five in the afternoon as i make a belated trip to the st. paul’s carnival, having already missed the processions. up station rd and through montpellier station; the nearing growl could be a train but today is a baseline. i head into st. paul’s itself via brigstocke.
to my left an ice cream van, the road behind it appears to be blockaded. looking closer i see a big rig, speakers piled high. dub reggae ripples, reverbs.
onto wilder st and past a balloon seller, then the wilder art gallery: a new spot for contemporary bristol artists. i see art all around me: rows of beautiful georgian houses; murals; colourful, happy people; even the piles of mans’ excesses gathering on street corners. i wonder how many of the artists that exhibit there are from st. paul’s, or the art itself influenced by it.
into the square and the air is thick. barbecued jerk chicken, marijuana, music, laughter.
i’m aware of myself more than i’d like. i feel mildly agoraphobic. i’m not used to taking photos in such a crowded environment.
i funnel into grosvenor and check out the vendors on the side of the street selling their wears. all sorts of food, drink, music, paraphernalia. the unmistakable voice, image of MJ is all around.
i detour onto a side street, towards another soundsystem playing a selection of old skool garage grooves. it’s a trap for the last of sun and is a popular spot. i lean against a window ledge and start chatting to a guy next to me who’s interested in my camera. turns out he’s come down from birmingham with six of his mates. it’s his first time; he tells me he can’t believe the number of “dreads” he’s seen. “my mama wouldn’t let me in the house!”
i suppose dreaded locks are linked to the rastafari movement and the rastafarians typically smoke ganja (as a spiritual experience), but i don’t know if this was the root cause of this mans’ mammas’ ire… either way, the fella was bald as a coot, and having rolled an amply sized spliff moved closer to the action with his friends.
the sun becomes lost behind cloud and cement. i’ve hardly taken any shots, but enjoyed the vibe for the hour or two i’ve been here.
i walk home to put my camera to bed and return to the festival for the nights entertainment.
thank you for reading don’t forget the sun. take care, k x
‘twin cones’. brigstocke rd, bs2
‘eat, drink’. grosvenor rd, bs2
‘heroes and sheroes’. grosvenor rd, bs2